Will they like me? Will they think I look nice? Will they want to be my friend? What if they hate me? These questions and more kept spinning around in my head as I got ready to visit my new school and meet my new classmates. (2) Will they be nice? What if I don’t make any friends? What if the teacher is super strict? Will I get lost? What if I’m way behind in class? Entering a new fifth grade class during the fourth quarter was a big deal for me. I’d never gone to another school before my family moved. I was experiencing changes in my life that I had never gone through before, and it was nerve wracking. (2) Christmas break had been like any other school vacation. It had been full of exciting events, like visiting my grandparents, being in
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I wasn’t really a talkative kid. I had always been introverted, shy, and quiet as a mouse. I was nervous about how my new classmates would receive me and if I was going to be lonely. My parents had gotten each child a book to help cope with moving. My book was called Allie Finkle’s Rules for Girls: Moving Day. (10) It was about a girl my age who was going through a similar experience. I felt better knowing that I wasn’t alone when I read that book.
We ended up moving in the middle of March. Even though my classmates threw a going away party for me, it was not necessarily a pleasant time for me, because I ended up getting sick with a fever the day we moved. All I really wanted was my own bed to sleep in, but at the time, it was on its way to Alton to our new house, so I had to stay at my Grandma’s. The worst possible time to get sick is when you don’t have your own house yet. When we finally got moved into our house, we spent a week getting to know the area before we started school. We were planning on visiting the school before we were sent there …show more content…
I hardly said a word as they all crowded around me wanting to get a look at the new girl. I was sent off to play outside on the cool, sunny during recess while my parents visited with the teacher, and the whole group of girls in the class crowded around me. I kept my head down and tried not to panic as they all began talking at once. The group of kids was overwhelming me. They kept asking many questions and talking over each other. They were like reporters talking to a celebrity. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. I started to tremble a little, and I wanted to cry. I couldn’t do this! I couldn’t go to a new school! I wanted to go back! Why was I here? That experience made me even more anxious to begin going to a new school. Luckily, I had decided to be brave from when we first moved and went back to school after my anxious experience. Of course I was nervous, but I was determined to make it in this new place full of people. I was more talkative and even made new friends after I got over my overwhelmed feelings. I invited new friends over to my house to learn more about them and started to socialize with my classmate. I began cracking jokes and volunteering answers in class. I started to come out of my shell because I knew that I wouldn’t benefit from keeping to myself. I had to have the courage to be
I wasn’t really a talkative kid. I had always been introverted, shy, and quiet as a mouse. I was nervous about how my new classmates would receive me and if I was going to be lonely. My parents had gotten each child a book to help cope with moving. My book was called Allie Finkle’s Rules for Girls: Moving Day. (10) It was about a girl my age who was going through a similar experience. I felt better knowing that I wasn’t alone when I read that book.
We ended up moving in the middle of March. Even though my classmates threw a going away party for me, it was not necessarily a pleasant time for me, because I ended up getting sick with a fever the day we moved. All I really wanted was my own bed to sleep in, but at the time, it was on its way to Alton to our new house, so I had to stay at my Grandma’s. The worst possible time to get sick is when you don’t have your own house yet. When we finally got moved into our house, we spent a week getting to know the area before we started school. We were planning on visiting the school before we were sent there …show more content…
I hardly said a word as they all crowded around me wanting to get a look at the new girl. I was sent off to play outside on the cool, sunny during recess while my parents visited with the teacher, and the whole group of girls in the class crowded around me. I kept my head down and tried not to panic as they all began talking at once. The group of kids was overwhelming me. They kept asking many questions and talking over each other. They were like reporters talking to a celebrity. I didn’t know what to say, so I said nothing. I started to tremble a little, and I wanted to cry. I couldn’t do this! I couldn’t go to a new school! I wanted to go back! Why was I here? That experience made me even more anxious to begin going to a new school. Luckily, I had decided to be brave from when we first moved and went back to school after my anxious experience. Of course I was nervous, but I was determined to make it in this new place full of people. I was more talkative and even made new friends after I got over my overwhelmed feelings. I invited new friends over to my house to learn more about them and started to socialize with my classmate. I began cracking jokes and volunteering answers in class. I started to come out of my shell because I knew that I wouldn’t benefit from keeping to myself. I had to have the courage to be