Sometimes all it takes is one significant moment to completely redirect your life. I come from a small town where people live simplistic lives, maintain simplistic wage-earning jobs, and get comprehensive satisfaction from the occasional trips to the nearby amusement park. This life was all I ever knew. I grew up feeling content with how my life was and the thought that I would grow to live like my parents had. I come from a family of four; I have one sister, and two passive parents who emphasize strength and the importance of appearance. Education, never being highlighted in my house, clarifies why I went to the school that I did. If I attempted to portray my school as small that would be an understatement. There were typically around forty
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Mrs. Peters, my teacher, gave us a paper with a telescope on it and said; “Write in the telescope what you’ve learned in middle school that can contribute to how you see yourself in high school.” The lesson I had learned is that I didn’t want to attend high school. All of my friends were so ecstatic and eager about high school and I was repulsed by the thought of it. Why could I not enjoy this day like the rest of my classmates so easily did? It is because I knew, in that moment, that my young mind yearned for something more, something better. I wasn’t where I wanted to be and the situation couldn’t feel more foreign to me. Later that day, I went home to discuss alternative options for high school with my parents. They both attended small schools, so they were apprehensive to understand why I was not satisfied. However, after a long and emotionally fuelled conversation, they finally gave me the option to change schools, so I …show more content…
As I walked into the immense, modern, and intimidating school, I suddenly realized that my imagination of what it would be like was not realistic. As I anxiously looked around, I noticed a variety of cliques, classrooms, and personalities that were all vivacious. I was bound to fit in somewhere, right? I clearly remember my first day, because it was the first large change that I’ve ever encountered. My first day of school was a free for all. There were no students or teachers waiting for me to help me adjust. I felt like Alice in wonderland. Everything was moving at such a fast past and I couldn’t keep up; I had never felt like such an outsider. I couldn’t locate any of my classes, mainly because my head didn’t feel like it was on my body correctly. I was aimlessly wondering around and looking at the numbers outside of the classroom doors, and unlike every other student, I was walking down the hall alone. Finally, I saw a teacher with a friendly face and pleasant persona and I asked her for directions to my first class, which was coincidently the class she was instructing. This was my new English teacher, Mrs. Temple. I first noticed her large and curly brown hair; she was walking somewhat slowly despite the stampede that was taking place in the hallway. She walked me to class and along the way, in her low toned voice, she asked me questions about my transfer. It was evident that I was nervous, based
Mrs. Peters, my teacher, gave us a paper with a telescope on it and said; “Write in the telescope what you’ve learned in middle school that can contribute to how you see yourself in high school.” The lesson I had learned is that I didn’t want to attend high school. All of my friends were so ecstatic and eager about high school and I was repulsed by the thought of it. Why could I not enjoy this day like the rest of my classmates so easily did? It is because I knew, in that moment, that my young mind yearned for something more, something better. I wasn’t where I wanted to be and the situation couldn’t feel more foreign to me. Later that day, I went home to discuss alternative options for high school with my parents. They both attended small schools, so they were apprehensive to understand why I was not satisfied. However, after a long and emotionally fuelled conversation, they finally gave me the option to change schools, so I …show more content…
As I walked into the immense, modern, and intimidating school, I suddenly realized that my imagination of what it would be like was not realistic. As I anxiously looked around, I noticed a variety of cliques, classrooms, and personalities that were all vivacious. I was bound to fit in somewhere, right? I clearly remember my first day, because it was the first large change that I’ve ever encountered. My first day of school was a free for all. There were no students or teachers waiting for me to help me adjust. I felt like Alice in wonderland. Everything was moving at such a fast past and I couldn’t keep up; I had never felt like such an outsider. I couldn’t locate any of my classes, mainly because my head didn’t feel like it was on my body correctly. I was aimlessly wondering around and looking at the numbers outside of the classroom doors, and unlike every other student, I was walking down the hall alone. Finally, I saw a teacher with a friendly face and pleasant persona and I asked her for directions to my first class, which was coincidently the class she was instructing. This was my new English teacher, Mrs. Temple. I first noticed her large and curly brown hair; she was walking somewhat slowly despite the stampede that was taking place in the hallway. She walked me to class and along the way, in her low toned voice, she asked me questions about my transfer. It was evident that I was nervous, based