Picture this: You are in a new school, and there are more than 1,200 people you don’t know. You’re scared; you have never met one single person in this building before. You don’t know if anyone is going to accept you. You feel as if every one of them is sizing you up and judging you. This was the case for me when I moved in the middle of 6th grade. I moved from a small town. The middle school I was going to attend was more than four times the size of the school I had previously been attending. I was scared, and I didn’t know what to think. I knew the new school was going to be completely different than my old one. The whole day was going completely down hill until one little thing changed everything.
You only really know what it’s like to be the new kid when you’ve been one. Being the new kid is like being a fish out of water, and I know that for a fact. It may seem easy to some, but transitioning from your old life, where you were comfortable, to a whole new life is a pretty big deal. It’s scary, tedious, and hard. You don’t know what to expect. Everyone wants to fit in, and you can’t deny that. Everyone wants to be liked and wanted. When you are the new kid, you have to start over and gain that all back.
Flash back a couple years. It’s sixth grade, my first year of middle school. I was so scared, walking into a big school, not knowing anyone. How could I possibly do it? One little me against, what seemed like, the biggest school ever. I tried to think of it as a clean slate, a new start, I could be who ever I wanted to be, but it was tricky.
I walked into the big entrance of the school for the first time, took a big gulp and proceeded forward. Each step I took was like climbing over a mountain, one baby step at a time. I got closer to starting this new experience. All I wanted was to be able to go to someone for help and for guidance, but I was so alone. Of course I had the teachers, but to have a friend, that would be amazing.
I had gotten...
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