Friends. Everyone aims to have friend. When I moved to California, I found out that getting a new friend is harder than I thought. I had to go past my limit and embrace hardships to get six new friends. Through conflict, one learns to exceed their comfort zone from their actions and influence. Ever since I’d known, I had lived in Orlando, Florida. Florida was like a sunny paradise to me; I had a lot of friends, my teachers were nice and I was comfortable. However, in 2009, my dad found out that he had just been given a job opportunity from Intel in Folsom, California. My parents were really happy when they found out the news. Not me. I thought California would be the worst place ever. I sobbed as I realized that my family
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My mom dropped me off and told me good luck on my first day. As I walked to my classroom, I looked around, and everything seemed so strange. How could it be? Classrooms were outside and separated by section; there was no one true building where each room was inside. At 8:25 A.M., the bell rang, I went inside the classroom and the teacher, Mrs. Gogliano warmly introduced me to the class. I shyly said hi and sat down at my clean smooth desk. All of the kids stared at me and watched my every move. Feeling embarrassed, I stammered a lot and didn’t look at anyone in the eye for the rest of the day. Junior’s actions when he moved to the new school reminded me of my own. Although he didn’t mean it, Junior somehow humiliated himself on his first day of school by miscommunication and his race. (Alexie, 2007) Both of us didn’t know how to react to the conflict of a new environment properly. For a few weeks, I was the quiet, shy girl who didn’t participate in anything and only observed. I struggled to open up and be myself; making a new friend seemed like an impossible task to do! When I told my mom about the problem I had to be more social, she laughed and advised me to be myself and don’t worry about how others saw you. Mom, people were already judging me on the first day of
My mom dropped me off and told me good luck on my first day. As I walked to my classroom, I looked around, and everything seemed so strange. How could it be? Classrooms were outside and separated by section; there was no one true building where each room was inside. At 8:25 A.M., the bell rang, I went inside the classroom and the teacher, Mrs. Gogliano warmly introduced me to the class. I shyly said hi and sat down at my clean smooth desk. All of the kids stared at me and watched my every move. Feeling embarrassed, I stammered a lot and didn’t look at anyone in the eye for the rest of the day. Junior’s actions when he moved to the new school reminded me of my own. Although he didn’t mean it, Junior somehow humiliated himself on his first day of school by miscommunication and his race. (Alexie, 2007) Both of us didn’t know how to react to the conflict of a new environment properly. For a few weeks, I was the quiet, shy girl who didn’t participate in anything and only observed. I struggled to open up and be myself; making a new friend seemed like an impossible task to do! When I told my mom about the problem I had to be more social, she laughed and advised me to be myself and don’t worry about how others saw you. Mom, people were already judging me on the first day of