wolfeacevedo
Nov 7, 2013
Undergraduate / Leaving my friends; Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal [2]
English is my second language so I'd appreciate any criticism on my essay. Thanks!
Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal, that marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within your culture, community, or family.
Fortunately, I had enjoyed the comfort of stability most of my life, especially when it came to my education. I had assisted one school all through my elementary and expected to do the same in a different school when I graduated 6th grade. But my parents had other plans and as the school underwent unanticipated administrative changes, they decided it was best to transfer me to a new school for the 10th grade.
Tears rushed down my face when my mother first officially told me and I cried all summer as I mourned all I was leaving behind. My friends, the hard-earned trust from my peers, my school clubs... It hurt to leave, but it hurt more to have to change when I did not want to. My pain turned to anger and stubbornness over the summertime and had I not set foot on my new school (Notre Dame) when I decided that I hated it. All of it. And, to be honest, my attitude did not make any progress over the first school months. No joining clubs, no making new friends, no trying to be a part of the group. How was I expected to start over in a school in which most kids had been in since kindergarten, in a school that was bigger than any other I had attended to, in a school I did not wanted to be in? I though it was all so unfair. All I wanted was to go back.
Yet, time proved to be the wisest of teachers and I realized, although slowly, that all this whining was not going to take me back. Nothing was going to take me back. I was here. This was my situation. And the only thing I could change was how I chose to deal with it. What this stance was only doing was hurting me. Not my parents. Not my peers. Not Notre Dame. Me. I was the one being unfair. I was not giving this school a chance, my classmates a chance. It was time to move on from my immaturity and accept my reality.
I made an effort to recover for lost time and the first activity I took part of in my new school was a dance my group prepared for the English Club's Annual Christmas Night. Breaking out of my shell was difficult, but rewarding and I now remember that night as one of my fondest high school memories. For the first time since I had transferred to my new school, I felt happy. I went on to join other group activities, clubs and a contest. I even met one of my present-life best friends when I decided to become a member of the Humanities program for the 11th grade. After all, this change was not as bad as made it seem.
Looking back on this event, I feel somewhat foolish of my whole attitude towards the situation, but I comprehend that I have grown greatly from that time in my life. Notre Dame is maybe not my favorite place in the world, and maybe I did not meet my one real best friend there, but had I not been transferred to it, maybe I would have never learned the importance of change and evolvement. There are things in life that we at times really can't control. They just happen and we can't change them. But if there is one thing I can guarantee you is that you can always change yourself. Better yourself. It will not be the easiest step to take, but it will be the most fulfilling.
English is my second language so I'd appreciate any criticism on my essay. Thanks!
Discuss an accomplishment or event, formal or informal, that marked your transition from childhood to adulthood within your culture, community, or family.
Changing lanes
Fortunately, I had enjoyed the comfort of stability most of my life, especially when it came to my education. I had assisted one school all through my elementary and expected to do the same in a different school when I graduated 6th grade. But my parents had other plans and as the school underwent unanticipated administrative changes, they decided it was best to transfer me to a new school for the 10th grade.
Tears rushed down my face when my mother first officially told me and I cried all summer as I mourned all I was leaving behind. My friends, the hard-earned trust from my peers, my school clubs... It hurt to leave, but it hurt more to have to change when I did not want to. My pain turned to anger and stubbornness over the summertime and had I not set foot on my new school (Notre Dame) when I decided that I hated it. All of it. And, to be honest, my attitude did not make any progress over the first school months. No joining clubs, no making new friends, no trying to be a part of the group. How was I expected to start over in a school in which most kids had been in since kindergarten, in a school that was bigger than any other I had attended to, in a school I did not wanted to be in? I though it was all so unfair. All I wanted was to go back.
Yet, time proved to be the wisest of teachers and I realized, although slowly, that all this whining was not going to take me back. Nothing was going to take me back. I was here. This was my situation. And the only thing I could change was how I chose to deal with it. What this stance was only doing was hurting me. Not my parents. Not my peers. Not Notre Dame. Me. I was the one being unfair. I was not giving this school a chance, my classmates a chance. It was time to move on from my immaturity and accept my reality.
I made an effort to recover for lost time and the first activity I took part of in my new school was a dance my group prepared for the English Club's Annual Christmas Night. Breaking out of my shell was difficult, but rewarding and I now remember that night as one of my fondest high school memories. For the first time since I had transferred to my new school, I felt happy. I went on to join other group activities, clubs and a contest. I even met one of my present-life best friends when I decided to become a member of the Humanities program for the 11th grade. After all, this change was not as bad as made it seem.
Looking back on this event, I feel somewhat foolish of my whole attitude towards the situation, but I comprehend that I have grown greatly from that time in my life. Notre Dame is maybe not my favorite place in the world, and maybe I did not meet my one real best friend there, but had I not been transferred to it, maybe I would have never learned the importance of change and evolvement. There are things in life that we at times really can't control. They just happen and we can't change them. But if there is one thing I can guarantee you is that you can always change yourself. Better yourself. It will not be the easiest step to take, but it will be the most fulfilling.