The Importance Of Moving To A New School

In 2007, the United States Census Bureau found that the average 18-year-old in the U.S. would have only moved twice. Some might infer that my family moves excessively, as we have already moved ten times by the time I was fifteen years old. Each time that I moved, I abandoned my friends, teachers, and community. While I did not have a problem moving into a different house, I always had an issue with new schools. I found myself uneasy when I walked into a classroom as a new student. Classes are supposed to be a welcoming institution of learning. Instead, a frigid room with twenty-five unfamiliar staring faces greeted me. My relocation from Massachusetts to Georgia was one that especially stood out. It was my most recent relocation and it took …show more content…
I did not consider that we could move again. I believed we had run out of reason to move. A few months after we returned to Massachusetts, we moved to the western side of the state. I finished my middle school years there just in time for when I received the news that we would be moving once again. I quickly learned how exhausted I became from leaving everything behind and having to adapt to a new lifestyle. My family and I searched for a house for a month. We finally bought one and at that moment, I could only wonder of what school I would have to attend. In the Massachusetts, summer vacation starts later and ends later so I understood that I would be going to a school that already …show more content…
There were about thirty computers neatly lined up with the same background. About twenty students were casually chatting. The teacher asked me what my name was and after my response, she pointed to a seat for me to sit. First period was calm. I did not have an account set up on the computers so it was a free period for me. I was so anxious about high school, but I had never thought about the amount of work that I would have to do.
The class did not even realize that I was a new student until the teacher asked if I knew where I was going next and shockingly, there were no blank stares. That was unlike my other experiences I was not expecting that, but I would not have wanted it any other way. Twenty minutes of my anxiousness passed when the bell rang. It sent a jolt through my body.
I saw everyone else rush through the door and I did the same. As I stepped out, I could not believe the gargantuan number of students I had to walk through. I rushed down hallways and it took me a minute of standing still to realize that the first ten letters of the alphabet organized each hallway. I walked down into the commons area to straight ahead to I hall. Subsequently I observed my schedule for my next class. Literature was afterward. I skipped down the stairs, afraid to be