Personal Narrative-High School

As I opened the glass doors on a blustery fall morning, strange faces walked past me. Everyone looked at me and silently asked themselves: Who is this new girl? Why haven’t I seen her in any of my classes? I was alone in this world of people I had never seen before. Leaving my old friends and classmates behind, little did I know that sophomore year was the year my education was going to be more than just textbooks and novels. From kindergarten to my freshman year of highschool, all I did was keep my nose in the books or eyes on the computer screen. Going to a public school forced this competition on me; the only way to stand out and prove myself was by getting good grades. In order to get good grades meant doing homework, studying, and acing the tests. I didn’t have many friends, and even when I was around them, I didn’t talk much but they were always my silent support system.Those were the expectations and characteristics of getting a good education for me for the longest time.
The first two days of school I sat alone in the cafeteria at a table near the door. Those two days I got to lunch as late as possible and left as quickly as I could; the feeling of loneliness was hard to take. On the third day I made it my goal to meet my first friend, Alice. I walked into my World History class late and took the first seat at the door; I gathered the courage and introduced myself to her, and we have been friends since then. She gave me a place at her lunch table, but most importantly I found a place for