“You never understand a person until you consider things from his point of view… until you climb into his skin and walk around in it.” Atticus Finch, To Kill A Mockingbird. When I was nine years old my family and I moved from Marshall, Texas to Harleton, Texas. Making this move had a significant impact on my childhood due to the fact that I was taken from the town I had spent the first nine years of my life, I had to leave my friends and family behind, and I was faced with having to adjust to a whole new world. I didn’t realize it at the time, but this move and the experiences I would have would shape my life and make me the person that I am today. Marshall, Texas is where it all began for me. I was born at Good Shepherd Medical Center and
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The transition to the new house and the new town was not as easy as I thought it was going to be. I missed my house and my old room, the neighbors that had become like family, and living in Marshall close to my family and friends. All the old memories my family and I had made in Marshall were left behind. Many of our family pets that had passed away were buried in that yard. No more going fishing across the road at our neighbor's pond. Not as many quick visits to grandma’s house were taken. Even though it wasn’t a far drive to Marshall, Harleton seemed so far away from everything and everyone that I had known growing up.
Before the school year began in Harleton I was able to meet my teachers and I was beginning to feel a little excited. On the first day of school, I had an entire swarm of butterflies in my stomach. Unfamiliar faces filled the hallways. I walked into my first class and was greeted by the teacher I had met about a week before. My classmates that I had yet to meet already occupied the classroom. I nervously sat down next to a girl with short, brown hair and a friendly, freckly face. She enthusiastically responded with, “Hi, I’m Ashtyn …show more content…
In the hallway, as I was switching to my second class, I saw a familiar face. It was one of my friends from church! I ran up to her and hugged her, so grateful to see someone that I knew. A few months later I was greeted with another surprise. One of my lifelong friends had moved to Harleton from Marshall just as I had. I was beginning to get the hang of this “new school thing” and fitting in quite nicely. On Friday nights in the fall, I would go to the high school football games and hang out with my friends. I quickly realized that our neighbor across the street was one of the girls in my class. We became friends as I did with many others. However, I quickly realized that Harleton students were further along in their education than I was. They were further along in mathematics, science, and academics as a whole. The teachers were patient and understanding but still pushed me just like the other kids. This being said, I struggled to make equally as good grades as I had in Marshall. Even with all my new friends I sometimes found myself missing my old ones. I still managed to stay connected with a few of them by inviting them to my birthday
The transition to the new house and the new town was not as easy as I thought it was going to be. I missed my house and my old room, the neighbors that had become like family, and living in Marshall close to my family and friends. All the old memories my family and I had made in Marshall were left behind. Many of our family pets that had passed away were buried in that yard. No more going fishing across the road at our neighbor's pond. Not as many quick visits to grandma’s house were taken. Even though it wasn’t a far drive to Marshall, Harleton seemed so far away from everything and everyone that I had known growing up.
Before the school year began in Harleton I was able to meet my teachers and I was beginning to feel a little excited. On the first day of school, I had an entire swarm of butterflies in my stomach. Unfamiliar faces filled the hallways. I walked into my first class and was greeted by the teacher I had met about a week before. My classmates that I had yet to meet already occupied the classroom. I nervously sat down next to a girl with short, brown hair and a friendly, freckly face. She enthusiastically responded with, “Hi, I’m Ashtyn …show more content…
In the hallway, as I was switching to my second class, I saw a familiar face. It was one of my friends from church! I ran up to her and hugged her, so grateful to see someone that I knew. A few months later I was greeted with another surprise. One of my lifelong friends had moved to Harleton from Marshall just as I had. I was beginning to get the hang of this “new school thing” and fitting in quite nicely. On Friday nights in the fall, I would go to the high school football games and hang out with my friends. I quickly realized that our neighbor across the street was one of the girls in my class. We became friends as I did with many others. However, I quickly realized that Harleton students were further along in their education than I was. They were further along in mathematics, science, and academics as a whole. The teachers were patient and understanding but still pushed me just like the other kids. This being said, I struggled to make equally as good grades as I had in Marshall. Even with all my new friends I sometimes found myself missing my old ones. I still managed to stay connected with a few of them by inviting them to my birthday