I took a deep breath and began pacing around the room. Thoughts were circling through my head. What about my friends? I won’t know anyone. A flurry of contradictory thoughts came in response. But you don’t know if it’s better there. I sat on my bed and let out an exhausted sigh. I had to choose between staying at my home school, or going to a new middle school that had just opened up called Metro.
My mother had first heard of Metro through a neighbor whose son was starting. She was told about the college prep techniques it offered, but it was the school’s connections to OSU that had her sold. Who better to send to the new middle school than me, her completely naive sixth grade daughter? She wanted me to get a head start, and the road to a college education that did not come to her as easily.
It was two weeks into the school year and I had just started the sixth grade. My closest friend, who had been quite the comic, had been moved to a different middle school and although I did have other friends, it wasn’t as great. I often spent my lunches sandwiched between acquaintances that would provide small talk, but not much else. The beeps of the lunch scanner and the laughs of fellow students …show more content…
I had plopped myself between my mother and aunt, a decision which I immediately regretted because of the tendencies to lean over my body to talk to each other. I had heard my mother blabber on about the STEM school, and knew that the conversation was not going t/o end anytime soon. Her voice boomed and her eyes gleamed. I half expected to see her jump out of her chair in excitement. It would be a lie to say that I had felt that same excitement. There were small pauses in the conversation where all three adults would take a sip of the sugar packed tea my grandmother had made. These small silences were once that I relished, for they gave me a small moment of peace in a thousand moments of internal
My mother had first heard of Metro through a neighbor whose son was starting. She was told about the college prep techniques it offered, but it was the school’s connections to OSU that had her sold. Who better to send to the new middle school than me, her completely naive sixth grade daughter? She wanted me to get a head start, and the road to a college education that did not come to her as easily.
It was two weeks into the school year and I had just started the sixth grade. My closest friend, who had been quite the comic, had been moved to a different middle school and although I did have other friends, it wasn’t as great. I often spent my lunches sandwiched between acquaintances that would provide small talk, but not much else. The beeps of the lunch scanner and the laughs of fellow students …show more content…
I had plopped myself between my mother and aunt, a decision which I immediately regretted because of the tendencies to lean over my body to talk to each other. I had heard my mother blabber on about the STEM school, and knew that the conversation was not going t/o end anytime soon. Her voice boomed and her eyes gleamed. I half expected to see her jump out of her chair in excitement. It would be a lie to say that I had felt that same excitement. There were small pauses in the conversation where all three adults would take a sip of the sugar packed tea my grandmother had made. These small silences were once that I relished, for they gave me a small moment of peace in a thousand moments of internal