Reflective Essay: Moving To Iowa

I was born and raised in a small town in northern Minnesota called Isle. We had a rounded population of about 700 people, and everybody knew one another. The school I had gone to was very small. Each graduating class was probably around 50 students, and every class was fit into one small building located in the heart of Isle. I attended there till 6th grade, when my mom and dad approached my brother and I with the news that we were going to be moving to Iowa to be closer to most of our family. The news was frightening to me, the fact of knowing that i was going to have to leave all of my close friends and basically start my social life over. Once we had moved and go settled into our new house it was mid summer of 2012. I had no friends to hangout with and had no locational knowledge of our new town. As the school year approached, I was preparing my inner self for meeting new people and entering a school I had never seen befor. Knowing that I was transferring from a class of 50 to a class of 500 blew my mind. I had never experienced an environment that large in my life. I was
I was dazed by the modern and new appearance of the building, all the glass and metal beams was very fascinating. Compared to the school I had come from, which was basically just plain red brick. The minute I stepped into the building I had no idea where to go or what to do. So many new faces surrounded me that I was put into a awkward shock. I wasn't a very social person at the time so I basically minded my own business. The first period period bell eventually rang and I had no idea where to find my first period class was, so I approached a teacher and asked. I stated, “Hi, sorry im new here and I can't find my first period class,” they were very understanding and walked me all the way to my class. At this point in the morning my nerves had reached their peak and I was about to walk into my first class ever,