My Experience At My Life

During my high school career I was able to make lots of friendships, but had few close friendships. I was unable to have a large amount of girlfriends, because I did not feel a good connection with them. Instead, I hung out with a group of guys and had two girlfriends who had similar life stories. When I was sixteen I started working and that was something I enjoyed doing to make money. Once high school was over I felt like I had so much to look forward to. When college came around I didn’t see the same people every day and had to make new friends here at Anderson. This was challenging for me, because the dorms are full of females which was something that I have not been used to.

On August 13th, 2016 my family and I started a new life. We were forced to relocate from Southern California to Prosper, Texas for my dad’s job. When I moved I knew absolutely no one. It was extremely hard to move away from my people that I have been friends with for almost my whole life. It was even harder to say goodbye to my grandma and my brothers. Finding new friends and adjusting to a new city in a new state was very difficult. On the first day of school, I was extremely nervous, because I didn’t know anyone.

All I could think about was my family and friends back home and the comfort that came along with it. A weight was dragging me deeper and deeper into darkness. Almost every night I sat in my room alone and cried. I tried to bring myself out of the darkness that was consuming me but nothing was working. I tried going out to dinner with “friends”, joining different clubs, putting on music, and turning on all the lights. Every day and night I would wait for the routine Skype call from my closest friend back home. I would take any chance I could get to go home and visit the friends and family I left lacked at Oswego. Finals flew right by and so did winter break. Soon enough, I was back at Oswego for the Spring Semester. However I moved dorms, hoping this would fill the empty hole that was consuming me. It was a quiet Sunday evening when I along with other students returned to campus after

Moving away from home has been one of the biggest challenges that I have had to face so far in the eighteen years of my life. Moving from my home town to the collge dorm was a difficult transition that was necessary for growing up both mentally and physically as an individual. The little more than five hundred miles that separates me from my friends and family has allowed me to become the person I am today, and the distance allows me to grow and become more familiar with things that are a whole new experience for me. One of the many new things that I have had to deal with was making new friends in my environment.

At the beginning of the year, I was very shy and didn’t feel like interacting with people at the beginning. Back in March 2011, I met with an accident that injured me so badly that I was unconscious in the ICU for nearly a week. Fortunately, none of my injuries left me handicapped or hindered in any way. When I started college, I started to realize that life is too short to waste on being shy and introverted, while you know that, in college, you are going to meet people that will change your life. Throughout the semester, the friendships I made here will last forever. I have realized that each and every person I have met here have influenced my in some way and have had an impact on my life.

The first time I went back home after coming to college was a rollercoaster of emotions. After arriving home I was embraced with open arms by my mom and dad. This was the first time I had seen them since being dropped off at college and I suddenly realized how much I missed them. I called every so often but being in my own home being able to talk and with them was something I hadn’t ever experienced. All of my worries about homework and future exams were gone and I got to enjoy the company of my parents. At the beginning of college I constantly felt like I couldn’t be myself. Coming home these feelings vanished because I was surrounded by those who loved me. After spending a few hours catching up, I went to reconnect with my high school friends.

When I started at North I thought, Okay, I’m going to try and make friends on my own. I’m going to go up to people and be friends with them. I was so excited, because I was so ready to make friends and a new home. At the moment, I never realized how wrong I was. I tried making friends, but the people there push you away if you are not a part of their “clique”(There were so many of them, too). But alas, that did not stop me. I was determined; nothing was going to stop me from making at least one friend--and I did, I made two: a junior and sophomore. They were new girls, too, who made this school more bearable and had the same problem as me: making friends. Summer came and (you guessed it) “We’re moving to Urbana,

Moving away from all of your best friends can be a real tragedy in a sixteen-year-old teenagers life. It’s hard to get up and go eight hundred miles away from everyone you know and everything you grew up around. I had this happen to me about three years ago and it is the largest change I have ever had to adjust to in my life. It wasn’t the changes around me that I was bothered by; it was that I did not know one living soul for hundreds of miles and all I wanted was a friend.     

In combination with my uncertainty in myself, I also became homesick during the first quarter. Even though I wanted to attend a school far from home, I didn’t think I was ready to leave home. I didn’t want to leave my friends and family. When I arrived for move-in day, I

At this new school, NOBODY spoke to me, and I felt isolated. Being a confident person, as well as a social butterfly, I tried to insert myself into multiple groups of people, and I was continually shutdown; nobody would have me. This realization was genuinely shocking, I mean, I thought there would be at least 1 person! Not to be boastful, but I was relatively popular at my old school, so I had thought I’d be accepted. This ended up being humbling and for the best, in lack of a social aspect I resolved to focus more on my studies, and starting into grade twelve, I realized that I can do whatever I set my mind to (within realistic boundaries). This path required going back and redoing three years of coursework at the university level, because I had taken everything at the college level. Although this path may seem daunting and/or troublesome to many, it has never appeared that way to me, because I like to learn, and this was the only tunnel that had university at the end of

Since I was still wary of heartbreak, I was very closed off at first to people. Not surprisingly, I still made friends and connections with people but, still pushed away more. I didn’t have as much sleepovers or parties because didn’t want it to hurt as bad when I eventually would move again. Eventually I did and it did still hurt but I think I was more prepared for the pain. My junior year was in Massachusetts and despite being angry and resentful to my parents, I ended up liking the school there. It was smaller and a closer community. I was happy. I thought I was gonna graduate there, but nope, I moved again, this time I got a choice. It was either I live where my father was stationed in Kansas or go live family in Maryland. I chose Maryland because of family. My senior year was really hard for me to make friends. I was angry and closed off. I would spend my free time in library and that’s how I met my friends. I spent the year with them. Surprisingly my friend there was actually going to the same college as I so I didn’t feel as bad as I moved my last time. Also school transitions were not only hard on me, my father constant job was too on

I didn’t have many friends. Moreover, I hardly had any. I had been willing to meet new people but I just didn’t know how with nervousness coursing through my veins. During my transition into the first year of high school, I wanted to get out of my shell. I met a couple of new people thinking I could form a great bond with them. That’s what

I still didn’t know who most of these people were, my roommates were polar opposites of each other; the only trait they shared was an ability to stay up and leave the lights on for way longer than I could, classwork was kind of a pain, and what is this stuff I’m eating for dinner? I began to find comfort by creating constants in my schedule. I would use the same shower stall every morning, eat the same food for meals, and sleep more than I probably should have. This acted as another source of comfort to help me avoid always being called back to memories of the close bonds I had made at home and at work. I would try my best to stifle these feelings and just push through, and this resulted in more extreme introversion than I had ever displayed before. Every time I had free time I would withdraw to my music and books from home, and avoid contact with most others. The only time I spent getting to know others outside of classes was during meals, and even then it was only with a limited group of people I got to know right away and felt slightly more comfortable with than I did with the others.

Compared to today, my view of the world when I was a freshmen in high school was drastically different than what it is today. Before freshman year in 8th grade, I didn’t go out of my to talk to people. I had a really small group of friends that I always talked to and beside that, I didn’t really talk to anyone else. The reason for this was that I felt that I didn’t really have a reason to talk to anyone else since I already had a group of friends so I never went out of my way to make anymore. When I found out that I was going to Mather and that none of my friends were going, I knew I was going to have a tough. I was pretty awkward around other people besides my close friends so I knew that something had to change. I didn’t think it would be

A crisp, snowy night on the seventh of December, 2001. Slush crowded at the edge of roads. Cars trudged across the smothered streets. On this night, my mom gave birth to me. A quick learner, I walk and talk by the time I turn 10 months old. By the age of three, I ride bikes without training wheels. At only six years old, I attempted more advanced math while the rest of my class worked through addition and subtraction exercises. Throughout all of my early accomplishments and disappointments, I always took pride in the effort I applied to important events and even everyday assignments. This past year, I played two varsity sports, played for a club soccer team and the state soccer team, and maintained a 4.0 gpa through it all. Even when I was swamped with homework and practices, I still found time to push my mind and fitness an extra mile. I aspire to lead, not follow people. I always want to be the first person to soccer practice, the first person to finish a race, and the person who others go to with questions in class. The hashtag that epitomizes my life is #firstneverfollows.