Write A Narrative Essay About Moving To High School
The summer was coming to an end, and I was dreading what was coming next, my freshman year! Questions were circling through my brain as as I had a tiny freak out, What do I need? Or What outfit should I wear? While my mother tried to comfort me, I dismissed all help. Throughout the summer I knew this day was coming where I would have to start fresh in a new school not knowing many people at all.
I had attended a parochial school for the beginning ten years of my education; when it came to high school, both my parents desired to send me to a public school. While I fought my parents over this, I did not truly understand what I was fighting for, was it because I wanted to further my catholic faith or was the only reason because I wanted to be …show more content…
Wishing to be as well prepared as possible I had everything packed and was already ready way before needing to be. My older sister was a senior at the time and she did have a rough transition into the public school, but she adjusted and was able to create enjoyable high school memories. While we got to school a little early I was able to locate my locker and even recognized someone I knew from my basketball team. Every person I acknowledge helped me feel more comfortable in this unknown place. Surprised by the warning bell everyone started hustling to their first hour. Each class I worked on small talk with others and tried putting myself out there to meet new people. Consequently the day continued on and the infamous lunch hour crept closer. Each table had a minimum amount of seats so each student needed to get there early to mark their territory. My problem was I had no clue where or who I would be sitting with. When I arrived the cafeteria was pretty much an icebox and very chaotic my first goal was the find somewhere to sit. I saw another girl I played basketball with and asked If I could sit at her table the worse anyone could say was no, and in my case thankfully that did not occur. I worked my way through lunch and the rest of the day without any
I had attended a parochial school for the beginning ten years of my education; when it came to high school, both my parents desired to send me to a public school. While I fought my parents over this, I did not truly understand what I was fighting for, was it because I wanted to further my catholic faith or was the only reason because I wanted to be …show more content…
Wishing to be as well prepared as possible I had everything packed and was already ready way before needing to be. My older sister was a senior at the time and she did have a rough transition into the public school, but she adjusted and was able to create enjoyable high school memories. While we got to school a little early I was able to locate my locker and even recognized someone I knew from my basketball team. Every person I acknowledge helped me feel more comfortable in this unknown place. Surprised by the warning bell everyone started hustling to their first hour. Each class I worked on small talk with others and tried putting myself out there to meet new people. Consequently the day continued on and the infamous lunch hour crept closer. Each table had a minimum amount of seats so each student needed to get there early to mark their territory. My problem was I had no clue where or who I would be sitting with. When I arrived the cafeteria was pretty much an icebox and very chaotic my first goal was the find somewhere to sit. I saw another girl I played basketball with and asked If I could sit at her table the worse anyone could say was no, and in my case thankfully that did not occur. I worked my way through lunch and the rest of the day without any