Moving To Public School

Transitioning from middle school to high school now college. Hardships and victories I have experienced it all. I have gone from the shy student to one of the most involved and active student in my school.

To many freshman the first day of high school is the opening chapter of a new novel, a fresh start to a sometimes embarrassing middle school experience we would all just love to erase from our memories. August 13th, 2012 was the beginning of my four year long narrative at Cypress Bay High School. Despite my desperate desire to grow up, become an adult, and move far away from my parents for college all that did not seem possible because I had never previously attended a public school. I was struck with fear that I would not be able to adjust to the fast pace dynamics of a large high school.

When I saw my friends walking toward me, that’s when I finally stepped into the building. As I walked into the building, I was astonished by how enormous the school was compared to my middle school. Some teachers welcomed me to the new school, and asked me if I needed any help finding the classrooms, while the other teachers were too busy typing on their computers. The moment when I entered my homeroom, it surely was much bigger than the one at my old school, the room makes me feel more comfortable with the new environment because the teacher was very friendly and very professional because of well-prepared clothes, and the way she talked. I finally realized that I have entered the world of reality, such as passing all my classes and graduate high school, then off to

When I think of a significant challenge, the thing which stands out in my mind is one of the biggest change in my life which was moving to the United States. I was in 11th grade in Pakistan before I migrated to the U.S. I had to retake that grade. I felt bad to be one year behind, but later I started to participate actively in all my classes, but the change of the type of study was the biggest obstacle in my way to get educated and be successful. There are many differences between the education here and the one in Pakistan. There were a series of challenges I faced after settling into the school like meeting new people and getting along with them. Because I was shy, it was hard for me to get along with others whom I didn’t even know. I knew

I never thought I would be the new kid. The town I grew up in had one broken street of small family shops and restaurants. The school I went to had one hallway of classes taught by teachers I knew by first name. The house I lived in had one neighbor who lived a mile down the road, with nothing else but corn on either side. Then suddenly, it seemed like my life changed in an instant. Two years ago, I had to leave my hometown, say goodbye to the house I grew up in, and worst of all, start a new school in the middle of the year. I dreaded my first day at Logan High School seemingly more than anything ever before.

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

Plip Plop goes the pitter patter of the rain on the freshly cut grass on the sidewalk leading to the inside of the school. I walk slowly to my locker as my friends and I talk about the football game that was going to be playing after school. I open my locker and grab my books out of it. I shove my fat backpack and heavy jacket into it and run before the first bell rings. I plop my books onto the desk next to Samantha Miller, the most popular girl in school. She instantly starts talking. Especially first period. Social Studies is the worst to have in the morning. Getting up early in the morning, to come to school all groggy only to hear about a bunch of old dead people who apparently just couldn’t stop asking for freedom. Like STOP LIVING IN THE PAST.

I remember the very first day of school, I felt isolated and misunderstood. When I got there all eyes were on me, looking at me as the new kid, I was sweating in the cold. I felt like going back home. In a classroom full of 7th graders, students were

Fear. As I walked into the huge, unfamiliar building of Gibson Southern High School on my first day of freshmen year, I shook with terror. New teachers, new people, new classes, and a new environment that I yearned to explore, but anxiety filled my body. I had previously attended Haubstadt Community School, where I finally felt comfortable and now everything seemed frightening and different. Although my body told me not to, I forced myself to push through the day with a positive attitude. After all, this would be my home for the next four years.

Walking into Booth Middle School on the first day of seventh grade, all I wanted was a friend. I cared little about whether they would make an impact on my life; as a newcomer to Peachtree City, I was open to befriend anyone. Within the first week, I met Annabelle. I was so preoccupied with the excitement of having a new friend that I was unaware of how greatly she would impact not only my first day, first week, or first year of middle school, but how vastly she would affect my future.

As any other freshman entering high school it can be a very nerve racking situation. On September 8, 2015 I Chelsea Gonzalez was entering high school in Thurgood Academy Of Learning And Social Change , my mind was going crazy and I didn't know what to expect. I have always asked myself whether high school would be similar to what appeared in movies; people dancing and singing on top of the lunch tables or, was it going to be a 4 horrible school years in which I would never make friends. I clearly remember seeing kids running toward their group of friends, as I walked down the lunchroom. My hands were sweating and it felt like a million butterflies in my stomach. The room was filled with cries of laughter, kids running back and forth asking each

My first difficulty was in fifth grade when one of my close friends moved away. I was disappointed but I knew it'd be okay because I still had my best friend as we went into middle school. We made it through the year successfully, but then I heard some bad news. My best friend was moving too. She was my first friend since I'd moved here in second grade and I didn't know what I was going to do. I ended up making some new friends and getting closer with old friends. It was very challenging but now I am happy with a new group

The most significant challenge I have had was when I first started school I didn’t speak English well; when I started school communication was difficult with my teacher and my peers. The year following that I was enrolled in speech classes to practice pronunciation and learn vocabulary. During the time I spent in those classes , I felt left out of the rest of the class. I would go to Speech everyday and when Friday came around every week my first grade class had Fun Friday . When Fun Friday would begin at the end of every Friday I was sent away to Speech. This affected my academic achievement by making me work twice as hard as peers in and outside of class.

When I think about an event that sticks out in my mind as one that was very important in my life, I think about changing schools in the seventh grade. About halfway through my middle school career, I became very unhappy at my school and with life in general. Upon discussing with my parents, we made the decision that I would switch schools and embark on a new journey in hopes to appease my unhappy soul. At first, I felt as if a new school would not help; little did I know what a profound change it would have on my life.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.