New Kid, New School

New Kid Being the new individual to join a group is, most likely, an unenjoyable experience. When the group being joined is one in which there is no option to remain distant from, becomes even worse. Specifically, in my life there was the dreaded task of changing schools my junior year in high school. Being forced into a new group of people, a group that one must interact with on a daily basis is a difficult task. However, those that reach out and make sure that the transition goes smoothly, make all the difference. Transferring schools is always easier said than done. The literal transferring of classes, location, and routine is easy. The transferring of friend groups and extra curricular activities become the difficult part. The classes, in a sense, become the easiest and sometimes the most enjoyable aspect of school; especially, when the awkward communication with classmates exists. This is what happened to me when I first came from a small private school to a large public high school. The excitement of switching school was what was on my mind, but the reality of how challenging it was going to be, hadn’t set in. The first day I show up, excited to take part in a new world, a new chance to help define who I was a person. The first class starts, roll is called, and then it sets in. I don’t know anyone. The feeling of fear began to set in and I felt isolated on an island while I was still surrounded by people. First class ends which leads to second period. The feeling of the first class is duplicated and becomes a little more sickening. The day slowly drags on. Lunch hits. At my old school, lunch was the most look forward to aspect of the day. However, when eating with a group of complete strangers at lunch, somehow, lost its charm. After lunch, a couple more classes go on and the day finally draws to a close. The next day school repeats its self. Most classes feel the same as the first day. On the bright side, instead of walking through the halls in