Isolation
Isolation Have you ever felt isolated from your surroundings, either because of language or culture wise, being new in town, feeling friendless, or simply because you have to study while everyone else is out having fun while you study? Well I have had many experiences like those. There was a time in which I had moved from New Jersey to Tennessee and I was the new kid on the block. Also there was another addition in my life back when in my childhood years when I had first started school as kindergartener.
Well it was a chilly early morning with bright blue skies in early September. The birds were out and singing with a smooth and majestic melody. I was only four or five and about 3’5 with a fresh new haircut. I remember I was a nervous wreck with a sad look on my face for the simple fact that it was my first day in a room filled with strangers. As the minutes would pass by waiting in the humid office with my parents on some paper work that needed to be done I would constantly have that thought in the back of my head on how thing would be in that new room that I was destine to go. Then came that dreadful sentence that I didn’t want to hear, “Well everything here is done. Carlos is now able to go to his new room.” Walking down the hallway to the room it seems like the hallway would expand and we were walking forever. To my surprise I turn my head in a sad manner to be surprised that we have not moved that far from the office. The time was here when we finally arrived to what I call my sudden death. The teachers had come out to greet both my parents and her new student. They soon started to chatter upon on what I would be doing in their class and what I was expected to learn from now to the end of the year. As they would talk I would occasionally look into the brightly shinned white room and would see some children coloring and playing around with the
Well it was a chilly early morning with bright blue skies in early September. The birds were out and singing with a smooth and majestic melody. I was only four or five and about 3’5 with a fresh new haircut. I remember I was a nervous wreck with a sad look on my face for the simple fact that it was my first day in a room filled with strangers. As the minutes would pass by waiting in the humid office with my parents on some paper work that needed to be done I would constantly have that thought in the back of my head on how thing would be in that new room that I was destine to go. Then came that dreadful sentence that I didn’t want to hear, “Well everything here is done. Carlos is now able to go to his new room.” Walking down the hallway to the room it seems like the hallway would expand and we were walking forever. To my surprise I turn my head in a sad manner to be surprised that we have not moved that far from the office. The time was here when we finally arrived to what I call my sudden death. The teachers had come out to greet both my parents and her new student. They soon started to chatter upon on what I would be doing in their class and what I was expected to learn from now to the end of the year. As they would talk I would occasionally look into the brightly shinned white room and would see some children coloring and playing around with the