First Friend : My First New Friend In High School

Growing up I was known to be a very shy child. I was too scared to talk to anyone and I was very reserved. I always have cared about what people thought about me. I didn’t want to wear “boy” clothes because I worried kids would make fun of me. I didn’t even make close friends until fifth grade. When I did finally feel comfortable at school and found amazing friends, I decided to switch schools shortly after for a chance at new opportunities. It lead me to standing alone in a crowded high school while I waited for that first bell to ring, so I could head to my first period class.

The week leading up the first day of high school I was really excited. I could not wait to see all my old friends and the ones I had made in the previous school year. I could not wait to get back into a daily routine. On the night prior to the first day I got a great nights rest. I was walking in confident that it was going to be a great day and a great overall year. I got to meet all my teachers and they all seem amazing. I can already tell that it is going to be a great year. I can already tell high school is going surpass middle school and elementary school by far. The amount of class options seem unending I can not wait to try psychology next year. I wish there was more room in my schedule so I could take more classes, or having an optional zero or eighth period so I could take extra classes. I know that I am on the path for success and it is my peers, teachers, and the Owen J. Roberts school district curriculum that helped is helping me walk down that path.

I’m going to tell you a pretty funny story how my friend Jean and I became very close. It all started when we were in the 2nd grade we both shared a friend Named Gael. I was very close to Gael but so was he but we never talked we would acknowledge each other's presence but never said a word. Then 4th grade comes, and now we share a class and better yet we sit right next to each other. So around a week passes and we are given

I’ve known of Jaquelle since my junior year in highschool. I met him one day during rap period playing a computer game. We’d greet each other and have a couple laughs whenever we saw one another, but that was really the extent of our friendship. It wasn’t until this year, my senior year, that Jaquelle became one of my closest friends. During the first semester I walked into my third period class looking for friends, as everyone does during the first day of school. I didn’t see any of my close friends, but I saw Jaquelle and knew that we were cool so I sat by him. We had are laughs and jokes as we did in rap period from the previous year. It wasn’t until we started talking about our past experiences in high school that we got close.

Learning as well as teaching has taken 180 turnabout. As educators we are competing with technology and dysfunctional home-lifes. However, one thing that never changes is fear of the unknown or change. The first day of school is P for everyone involved. Providing learner-centered “getting to you” activities allows students opportunities to not only get to know one another, but it also enables them to make personal connections.

We started off with just HIs and HELLOs, then we became pals, and now we are best friends, an unbreakable bond.

When I woke up this morning, I was extremely nervous. Among my close friends and family, I

If I was one of his teachers to observe behaviors such as mocking Latinos or trying to stay away from them, not wanting to involve his parents in school events, and in light the unpleasant encounter with Mr. Connors, the substitute, I would definitely had a personal talk with Jose.

His name was Juan, an 8 year-old from Colombia, a very straight forward, blissful, positive kid. Juan had just made a year in the U.S. the day I met him, I asked him what made his family move to Texas out of all the states, and he couldn’t really give me an answer. All he knew was that he moved to the United States suddenly and got registered into school as soon as he could. Throughout my visits with Juan, we shared some personal information with each other, made tons of memories, and helped each other grow a strong bond. As my senior year of high school was coming to an end and as my visits with Juan were narrowing down, I realized this little kid had become like a little brother to me, I helped him grow strong in English, math, and science. I helped him make friends and we even narrowed down his future career to 3 things, soccer, a business man or an engineer. My visits with Juan went from 10 to 6, down to 4 left. As I was walking into his elementary school,

My father’s coworker and close friend, Andres Acosta, is a production foreman for a company called SM Energy. One of their facilities is located in Catarina, Texas, about 20 miles from his home, Carrizo Springs, Texas. Andres is the oldest amongst his two siblings, one brother and sister. His father was rarely in his life, so he balanced school and help raising his siblings. He provided a great father figure to his siblings, and always watched over them. His character as a supporting person to others developed when he was young, and stuck with him to this day, and believes it is one of the key reasons why he is successful. He graduated Carrizo Springs High School in 2006 with Honors and the Top 10% of his high school class. Andres later attended the University of Texas at Austin, with the intention of pursuing a degree in Computer Science, and

I have known [Name Omitted] for ten years. We went to the same summer day camp when we were in elementary school and I connected with [Name Omitted] because we had similar interests. We spent hours at camp discussing and playing every sport from baseball to kickball. This is where our friendship began and it has continued through high school.

Imagine a group of kids are walking down the street heading to school and all the sudden something falls from the tree. As the group looks up they find it to be a brownish oddly shaped leaf has fallen from the tree above. Once everyone notices they can consider that the leaves are now falling and the season of fall is about to be approaching.

Conner and I were friends from high school. To be completely honest I don’t know why or how we started talking… Technically we met in eighth grade, but never really exceeded our friendship from there. We were different or so it seemed at the time. I was new in school I just moved from outta state, so I didn’t have any friends and nobody knew me and I didn’t know them. I wasn 't really an outspoken person either, so meeting Conner in English class was a big deal for me, he may not have noticed, but I surely did. Conner was a very outspoken person, he seemed to have a lot of friends from what I observed, so I never really thought I would have a chance to become good friends with him knowing that he already had multiple friends.

My friend and I have known each other since eighth grade. We were also neighbor. Every morning of the week days, I would go to his house and we went to school together. We had almost all same classes in high school. It was a few time that he wanted to take Music or Geography and I was

Shyheim Galloway was your typical, light skinned, average sized, kid from the south side of Chicago. He had 3 brothers and 4 sisters, and they all lived under one roof. Unlike me, Shyheim was a sports guy, he liked to play football and basketball and he always made the team every school year. Shyheim was a popular kid growing up, everyone liked him but he didn’t like everyone. The same could be said for me; that’s probably why we clicked so well. However, if you were to map me and Shyheim life out on paper you would see that we are from to totally different ends of the spectrum but from 2nd grade to 10th grade me and was literally the blue print on what a friendship should be. Leading up to the end of