The New Kid

Just recently, I found out I was moving to another state. Knowing I have to leave everything behind was awful. I was halfway through eighth grade, starting the second semester, and I was doing great. My grades were all A’s and I was happy there with all my friends, Amber, Marianna, and Makayla. Our house was decent, my sister and I both had our own rooms anything I would ever wish for. My dad had been promoted to another job, where he was going to get paid more than what he was currently earning. It was an amazing opportunity for my family. I was glad for my dad, but I still felt bad for myself.

In the years since I have transferred to my new school, I have met a few others who are going through the same struggle that I once experienced. These people often show signs of nervousness that I can generally recognize easily, due to my similar history. I know how I felt when on my first day, the uneasiness,the and uncertainty, and the fear. These emotions can wreak havoc on someone's mind, and in many cases they show signs such as coming off as timid, or standoffish. Without my own experience as a new kid, Ii most likely wouldn't recognize these signs so easily, but due to my past Ii can empathize with others, and recognize their status as a “new

Whenever I went into a new school, I would go in shaking, and sometimes crying, and not want to face what was in store for me. My mom would look me in the eyes, tell me everything would be ok, and to find the courage deep within me and I can achieve anything. I would take a few breaths, calm down, and then take my day a minute at a time trying to scrounge up all the courage I could get. Then when I made it through that day I would feel much better about myself and I would be able to face the next day with much less difficulty, and every day got easier.

I went to a new school with new people. I felt like an outsider. But these people, they didn’t understand my situation; they just thought I was quiet and shy on the first day because that was my

Moving from Texas to Wisconsin was a hard to do. The people were more diverse and never had problem with another race. For myself it was simpler in those days at Texas. I had lived there for the last 13 years, moving is hard to leave a place that is known so well. My mind was going crazy, was panicking because being the new kid at the school is something doesn’t want. As all this is happening, have to endure the school year, which my parents bought my school supplies with my older siblings.  ready for a whole new experience and having the idea of what the people are like. Each week in August school was getting closer and closer I didn’t want it to start. I’m also in the 7th grade and not the most mature person I knew at the time. Everything leading up to the start of the school year was crazy, and when it happened to be the last day of summer, the mind was ballistic.

You’ve gone most of your life without any large borders separating you from your peers and your friends, and then suddenly one morning you wake up and everything has become different. Your teachers, your friends, and your classmates have all heard the news, and your borderless life is instantly go ne. Now whispers form in your presence, strangers approaching you to talk to you, and looks of sadness hitting you when you’re passed in the hallways. Because now, you’re solely recognized as the girl whose dad has cancer. Your friends have stopped looking at you the same as they did before, and are always weirdly kind to you, teachers and coaches attempt at giving you special treatment without you noticing, and the you knew is changing into something

I then found out that I lived in district to attend McEachern HS at this point I felt excited because I had heard that this school was fun and big. I did know some people that attended this school, so I thought that coming here wasn’t that bad. When I came to register my first impression was “oh no this school is too big, I’m going to end up getting lost my first day here.” My first day of school here was really nerve racking, I was so scared and I felt so lonely. I was like the stranger in the village, I felt as if people looked at me weird and I just felt like I didn’t fit in. Having to walk from one building to another was a struggle for me because I wasn’t used to it. One of the first people I met here was my friend Monica who was a grade older than me and I had a class with her. One day in class she came to me and said “hey I’m Monica, are you new here?” I responded back to her and I said to her “yes I am, I came from South Cobb.” After this day we became really good friends. Once I started meeting other people at MHS wasn’t as bad but I still missed my

During my four years at Beddingfield High School, I have made and lost a lot of friends, met people that will forever remain close to me and went through a couple of things that I probably thought would ever happen to me. My freshman year at Beddingfield, I had just moved from Atlanta, Georgia, so I really did not know anyone. My first day at Beddingfield High School I met a girl name Brionna and at the time I didn’t know anyone, so I was surprised that she even had spoken to me. I was shy the first couple of weeks, but getting to know I everyone I started to come out of my shell except for when it was time to do a presentation or talk in front of the class. I still have this fear today. As months went by I felt as if I knew everyone, but that thought changed when people started to spread rumors about me. I really didn’t say anything because I knew it was a lie. When that happened I started to distance myself from people because I started to figure out who my real friends were. The same few people I was friends with my freshman are the same people I hang with today because they showed me that everybody is

In 2014 of October I moved to Georgia from Florida. I was leaving a place I had been living in my entire life. It was a tough situation as I knew moving to a different state and school could be difficult. I was very nervous as it was a new environment with different people and new types of school work. I was worried about not making friends or getting bad grades. That morning of school my heart raced. When I arrived at school I met new people and my teachers, I also figured out which teachers were bad and what teachers would be good. I left school that day very happy knowing I would have a great year. Later that week I started to become more familiar with the grading systems, behavior system and connections. at my old school they were called

A time when I was pushed out of my comfort was when I moved middle schools to Mueller. I remember I didn't want to move schools because I would miss my friends that I had known for over 6 years. One of my friend’s, her name is Alexa, was going to move to Mueller with me, but she ended up staying at our other school which was CVLCC. I had gone to that school since Kindergarten so it was very terrifying to move, but it had a great outcome. At my old school I was very shy and didn't really talk more. When I moved to Mueller I started making friends and they would always try to get me to talk more and do things that I wasn't comfortable in.

Change, for me has always been quite a scary and difficult concept. I want constants. I want to feel comfortable, and I am too stubborn to try new things. Though undesired, change is inevitable and I know life must move forward; so here I am, a shy, insecure, seventh grader moving forward onto my first day of junior high. I knew this was going to be terrifying simply by the size of the school; all four foot nine inches of me stood paralyzed at the main entrance of Poston Junior High. Not knowing who I would have in my classes or who I would sit with at lunch had to be the worst part. As I walked into my third hour, which was choir, I realized I knew nobody; sheer terror flushed over my face as I peered around looking for the friendliest face

My entire life, I’ve always felt different; especially when it came to school. I always felt misplaced no matter what I did, and confused as to why I did things differently from others. To feel like such an outcast for years was miserable. My senior year of high school, things really started to go downhill. My feelings got progressively worse. Depression consumed my life, Anxiety went to an extreme and I had little desire to do anything. I felt hopeless. In the fall of 2006 I started attending SMCC. My anxiety was at an all time high. I couldn’t handle college and didn’t understand why. I graduated with honors in high school, so why three months later was this so much harder for me?

One major part of the challenge for me was going to a new school and not knowing anyone. I wasn’t able to have any help by friends on how the school was like

     Once my family and I arrived at our new house I was still very saddened because of the move and had trouble not getting mad at my parents. Summer went bye like it wasn’t even there and by the time school started I was very depressed. The new school I was going to was Naperville North High School which was about ten times the size of my old school in Pennsylvania in size and in the number of students. In my school in Pennsylvania there were about twelve students in each class, here the number runs around thirty two. The school building was so big I had a lot of trouble getting to class on time let alone finding them in the building. The school wasn’t what I was bothered by the most because it was the fact that I didn’t have any social life and I was a social person. There were a lot of different groups of people at my new high school, it was tough for me to fit in and meet new people. Everyone just knew me as the new kid and didn’t even bother to find out what my real name was. The first

Freshman year I remember walking into the school mortified, thinking that everything and anything that could go wrong would. I had never attended a Liberty-Benton School and knew about five people that would be in my grade. I was shy and quiet because I didn’t know any of the new faces. I was insecure about myself and thought that it would be almost impossible to make friends. Before high school, I went to a small, private,