Example Essay About Experience in Life: Being a New Kid

Example Essay About Experience in Life: Being a New Kid
📌Category: Experience, Life
📌Words: 1741
📌Pages: 7
📌Published: 17 June 2021

During freshman year, I was forced to start over and begin a new life, with a new beginning and the opportunity to meet new faces. It wasn’t the easiest transition for anybody who’s ever been the new kid. I moved into the small town of Ridgefield, NJ, where I attended Ridgefield Memorial High School (RMHS).  By the name of it, I expected nothing but the highest of education. The area is filled with lots of trees, parks, big lawns, and lots of flowers. Almost every house was a single family home, and coming from living an apartment all my life, it made me feel as I was in competition with many. The streets weren’t filled with as many cars as my old city and you didn’t see anybody for a few blocks compared to a city where you saw somebody every ten feet. It was all unusual since I came from an urban city called Union City, just ten miles from where I moved from. Union City is one of those types of neighbors that were filled with nothing but trouble. Kind of like if you're in Harlem,  New York and take a wrong turn and you somehow in the hood. Besides that, education was great, the school buildings are filled with the top art technology. Although, many students didn’t care much about their education and let it go to waste. The scene of this new town made me feel uncomfortable, but it was hope for a new start. Away from trouble and violence in the streets, I figured I made the most of the new adventures that were ahead of me.

A few months into school, I was slowly adjusting to my new environment but it wasn’t easy. The school definitely wasn’t easier here, it felt harder or maybe it was just high school. Just like Rose, he is very aware and observant of his surroundings. I observe everything around me. Noticing how people treated one another and how everyone acted. By everyone I mean the students, staff, and even citizens of the town. It didn’t take long to realize that everyone was somewhat wealthy and was very materialistic. Making harder for me to find friends who liked me for myself and not my house, property, size, or by the clothing I wear. My family wasn’t poor but we weren’t rich either. Rose always an issue with money and also worried about attending college. Many students like Rose and I are not alone. On average, 44 percent live of students come from low-income families, according to the National Center Child Poverty.

It was my family’s first time buying a house. The house wasn’t as beautiful like every house in town, but it was “normal”. I noticed money and looks mattered the most to people in Ridgefield. I had a few friends named Krystania and Alexandria come over after we just became friends at school. The moment their mother dropped us off, I can tell by the look of their friends that they’ve made a terrible. The moment we entered, they went straight into my fridge to see anything to eat by their surprise, my fridge didn’t seem to match to their expectations. Most the time, my mom would just make lunch and dinner, there wasn’t really snacks that most people enjoy eating. I offered crackers and cream cheese, but they replied no in a weird way.  It became awkward after and they just sat on their phones till it was time to leave. Well, there goes the two only friends I thought I had.

In school, my grades weren’t the best of most parents wanted, like Rose states, “My grades stank. I had A’s in biology and a handful of B’s in a few English and social science classes. All the rest were C’s - or worse”. The only difference is I never had A in biology, but I did in art and gym class, but that never counted as anything. RMHS made everything feel harder with their careless teachers, and obnoxious snobby students. The class time was forty-five a period and twenty minutes in class was instruction and the rest the time was everyone talking and doing absolutely nothing with half time going in nothing related to education.

Making friends

Later into the school year during my Junior year, I became friends with a girl named Kellie, she was absolutely amazing. She never questioned, anything, or look at anything funny, she just wanted a genuine friendship which I was hoping to find of years of being lonely and staying to myself. She made the last two years of my high school years the best. We always did homework together, we switched to be in all the same classes. The class has just always been better with her cause while everyone was wasting their education half the time we always continued to work, made sure every assignment and homework was complete to the best of our abilities.  Kellie made school easier for me in effortless ways, just by being a friend. Outside the classroom, she always invited me over and she always came to my house. We played games, did homework together, and go out together. High school was never easy including the work and the extra honor classes. Finding my one true friend made it so much easier and worth the wait. Till this day we are still friends and still have the same bond as we met. Although we are not in the same college, we always find ways to help each other even without the presences of each other.   

During freshman year, I was forced to start over and begin a new life, with a new beginning and the opportunity to meet new faces. It wasn’t the easiest transition for anybody who’s ever been the new kid. I moved into the small town of Ridgefield, NJ, where I attended Ridgefield Memorial High School (RMHS).  By the name of it, I expected nothing but the highest of education. The area is filled with lots of trees, parks, big lawns, and lots of flowers. Almost every house was a single family home, and coming from living an apartment all my life, it made me feel as I was in competition with many. The streets weren’t filled with as many cars as my old city and you didn’t see anybody for a few blocks compared to a city where you saw somebody every ten feet. It was all unusual since I came from an urban city called Union City, just ten miles from where I moved from. Union City is one of those types of neighbors that were filled with nothing but trouble. Kind of like if you're in Harlem,  New York and take a wrong turn and you somehow in the hood. Besides that, education was great, the school buildings are filled with the top art technology. Although, many students didn’t care much about their education and let it go to waste. The scene of this new town made me feel uncomfortable, but it was hope for a new start. Away from trouble and violence in the streets, I figured I made the most of the new adventures that were ahead of me.

Getting used to

A few months into school, I was slowly adjusting to my new environment but it wasn’t easy. School definitely wasn’t easier here, it felt harder or maybe it was just high school. Just like Rose, he is very aware and observant of his surroundings. I observe everything around me. Noticing how people treated one another and how everyone acted. By everyone I mean the students, staff, and even citizens of the town. It didn’t take long to realize that everyone was somewhat wealthy and was very materialistic. Making harder for me to find friends who liked me for myself and not my house, property, size, or by the clothing I wear. My family wasn’t poor but we weren’t rich either. Rose always an issue with money and also worried about attending college. Many students like Rose and I are not alone. On average, 44 percent live of students come from low-income families, according to the National Center Child Poverty.

It was my family’s first time buying a house. The house wasn’t as beautiful like every house in town, but it was “normal”. I noticed money and looks mattered the most to people in Ridgefield. I had a few friends named Krystania and Alexandria come over after we just became friends at school. The moment their mother dropped us off, I can tell by the look of their friends that they’ve made a terrible. The moment we entered, they went straight into my fridge to see anything to eat by their surprise, my fridge didn’t seem to match to their expectations. Most the time, my mom would just make lunch and dinner, there wasn’t really snacks that most people enjoy eating. I offered crackers and cream cheese, but they replied no in a weird way.  It became awkward after and they just sat on their phones till it was time to leave. Well, there goes the two only friends I thought I had.

In school, my grades weren’t the best of most parents wanted, like Rose states, “My grades stank. I had A’s in biology and a handful of B’s in a few English and social science classes. All the rest were C’s - or worse”. The only difference is I never had A in biology, but I did in art and gym class, but that never counted as anything. RMHS made everything feel harder with their careless teachers, and obnoxious snobby students. The class time was forty-five a period and twenty minutes in class was instruction and the rest the time was everyone talking and doing absolutely nothing with half time going in nothing related to education.

Later into the school years during my Junior year, I became close to a girl named Kellie, she was absolutely amazing. She never questioned, anything, or look at anything funny, she just wanted a genuine friendship which I was hoping to find of years of being lonely and staying to myself. She made the last two years of my high school years the best. We always did homework together, we switched to be in all the same classes. The class has just always been better with her cause while everyone was wasting their education half the time we always continued to work, made sure every assignment and homework was complete to the best of our abilities.  Kellie made school easier for me in effortless ways, just by being a friend. Outside the classroom, she always invited me over and she always came to my house. We played games, did homework together, and go out together. High school was never easy including the work and the extra honor classes. Finding my one true friend made it so much easier and worth the wait. Till this day we are still friends and still have the same bond as we met. Although we are not in the same college, we always find ways to help each other even without the presences of each other.

 

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