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My School For High School

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Years have passed and now I have reached Junior High School. I should be happy because of my "smartness"; I was chosen to go to a special school for student enrichment. However, I am not happy because the school my mother selected for me is far away from the neighbor, and the school district where I lived had just built a brand-new school within walking distance from my home; most of my friends are attending there, and I could not understand why my mother chose to send me across town. However, my mother enrolled me in a different district, which meant I had to travel either by city bus or walk. The bus trip would take about an hour and the walk was at least 10-15 miles. My mother had this brainy idea to enroll me in this school for enrichment; somehow this was supposed to be good for me. It didn't make sense, nor did I care to share her enthusiasm of starting over in a new learning environment. I was thrust out my comfort zone and probably would not have protested as much if the change wasn't so drastic. It'll become clearer what I mean by this. The first day of school was filled with the normal awkwardness; however, it was also permeated with amplified anxiety as I realize this school was not in a great neighborhood. Some would call this the hood. I thought I was attending a school for smart people. Now I am getting the meaning of some of my early teachings that there are two types of smart; street smart and book smart. I am realizing that these two types of people

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