What does this essay say about me as a person? Did I use the hyphen correctly in the third paragraph? Also, do the paragraphs, sentences, or the entire essay seem short? Oh and do I need a title? If so I imagine something along the lines of "Moving on" or something involving high school would be appropriate.Thanks in advance for all who help.
My final days in middle school were the hardest in my life; I had spent the last ten years in a single school and now had to take the leap into high school. I had been with the same people; they were my friends, as close as family. As hard as it was, I had to say goodbye. We were spreading out and going to different schools; I would be alone. I knew things would never be the same, but I didn't quite understand that it was all part of growing up.
I took my first steps into high school, still the same person I was the year before. I had to adapt, to learn how to survive on my own. I struggled with this new school, this newfound (is this one or two words?) freedom. I started to make friends and meet new people, but they weren't close friends. I always had a place in me for my true friends, but at the time, that place was empty.
The following year I started to come outside my shell and leave my comfort zone. I became focused. I was more active and doing better in class- and I was finally growing up. I was more motivated, and realized how important school was. I started to enjoy it again. This empty place inside me had finally started to fill up.
I began my work career and my junior year almost at the same time. I took on the responsibilities of an adult and a teenager simultaneously, and did not let the two mingle; I always put school before anything else. By this time I finally felt at home again, I felt like things were right, that I belonged. Nevertheless, as a junior I knew that I couldn't stay in this stage forever; I knew I had to move on soon.
Now it is senior year and after three years of making changes and adapting to this new place, it is time to get ready to leave yet again. I have true friends finally, but I know I can't stay with them forever and I accept that. My empty place had been filled, but (should i put "now" here?) I would have to empty it all over again. Every day college is on my mind; I think about my upcoming life and I feel the pressure, but I'm determined. The future waits with open arms, and this time I am eager to take a step into a new world that had struck me with fear so many years ago. It will still be difficult but easier now. I know I have to start all over, and I know I have to say goodbye once more, but I will be ready this time, this time I'm prepared.
My final days in middle school were the hardest in my life; I had spent the last ten years in a single school and now had to take the leap into high school. I had been with the same people; they were my friends, as close as family. As hard as it was, I had to say goodbye. We were spreading out and going to different schools; I would be alone. I knew things would never be the same, but I didn't quite understand that it was all part of growing up.
I took my first steps into high school, still the same person I was the year before. I had to adapt, to learn how to survive on my own. I struggled with this new school, this newfound (is this one or two words?) freedom. I started to make friends and meet new people, but they weren't close friends. I always had a place in me for my true friends, but at the time, that place was empty.
The following year I started to come outside my shell and leave my comfort zone. I became focused. I was more active and doing better in class- and I was finally growing up. I was more motivated, and realized how important school was. I started to enjoy it again. This empty place inside me had finally started to fill up.
I began my work career and my junior year almost at the same time. I took on the responsibilities of an adult and a teenager simultaneously, and did not let the two mingle; I always put school before anything else. By this time I finally felt at home again, I felt like things were right, that I belonged. Nevertheless, as a junior I knew that I couldn't stay in this stage forever; I knew I had to move on soon.
Now it is senior year and after three years of making changes and adapting to this new place, it is time to get ready to leave yet again. I have true friends finally, but I know I can't stay with them forever and I accept that. My empty place had been filled, but (should i put "now" here?) I would have to empty it all over again. Every day college is on my mind; I think about my upcoming life and I feel the pressure, but I'm determined. The future waits with open arms, and this time I am eager to take a step into a new world that had struck me with fear so many years ago. It will still be difficult but easier now. I know I have to start all over, and I know I have to say goodbye once more, but I will be ready this time, this time I'm prepared.