It was the last time I walked out of the old, nostalgic building that I had called my school for most of my life; each step took me farther from the familiar, constant life I once had. I clearly recall that emotional day that caused several of my classmates along with myself great trouble; it was likely one the most momentous moments of my life. The other students had lightheartedly poured out of the school building to jump start their summer, their unavoidable return in the following months seeming distant to them. Unlike them, I was never coming back. I clutched the photo album my friends had made for me as a going off gift, and took a few seconds to look back at the school and let myself take in the details of it one last time. I was moving
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I hesitantly stepped out of my mother’s shiny, black car.
“Good luck,” my mother said to me.
I forced up a weak smile and then I shoved the car door closed. I took a deep breath and started walking towards the main entrance. When I took my first step into the school building, I was overcome with an even mixture of fear and anxiety. I had believed the last, tearful day of school was to be the worst part of moving until that very moment when I looked around at all the nameless faces gleefully greeting each other is segregated groups when I was proven otherwise. I was alienated, standing alone in the midst of others. I felt very small and abandoned like an empty motel sitting by itself.
“I should be home, enjoying myself with my friends,” I thought to myself. But rather I was in Redding, Connecticut. I promised myself I would try and make the best of the situation. I walked forward toward the main office to get my schedule, when I was greeted by a lady who was overly happy. I shot her the biggest smile I could pull out of myself and took the sheet of paper she held out to me from her …show more content…
I’ve since made friends that I value much like the friends from my former home. However, I do miss the memories that will always be a part of me, but my future lies here in a small town in the midst of Connecticut. I’ll drive my first car and get my first job here. In the spring of 2021, I’ll graduate wearing a clean, white robe. Beyond this, I am unsure how my move will affect me; life is uncertain. I’ll have to take things as they
I hesitantly stepped out of my mother’s shiny, black car.
“Good luck,” my mother said to me.
I forced up a weak smile and then I shoved the car door closed. I took a deep breath and started walking towards the main entrance. When I took my first step into the school building, I was overcome with an even mixture of fear and anxiety. I had believed the last, tearful day of school was to be the worst part of moving until that very moment when I looked around at all the nameless faces gleefully greeting each other is segregated groups when I was proven otherwise. I was alienated, standing alone in the midst of others. I felt very small and abandoned like an empty motel sitting by itself.
“I should be home, enjoying myself with my friends,” I thought to myself. But rather I was in Redding, Connecticut. I promised myself I would try and make the best of the situation. I walked forward toward the main office to get my schedule, when I was greeted by a lady who was overly happy. I shot her the biggest smile I could pull out of myself and took the sheet of paper she held out to me from her …show more content…
I’ve since made friends that I value much like the friends from my former home. However, I do miss the memories that will always be a part of me, but my future lies here in a small town in the midst of Connecticut. I’ll drive my first car and get my first job here. In the spring of 2021, I’ll graduate wearing a clean, white robe. Beyond this, I am unsure how my move will affect me; life is uncertain. I’ll have to take things as they