I remember feeling lost, having no one to talk to, and expecting it to happen again. As a kid, my family and I would move constantly around Texas, with a different home every time. At first I was too young to even care, and I still didn't around my middle school years, but when I started high school, it was completely different.
I spent the first two months of my freshman year in Brownsville, before I had to move again. All the nerves and worries that I had at the beginning of high school had finally gone away, but they all came back when I moved. Furthermore, a new home meant a new high school, and with that came a lack of friends, I had no one to talk to or help me out. I would sit by myself during lunch, I wouldn't talk to anyone during any of my classes, and I was more depressed than ever. I knew that no matter where I was, in a couple of weeks I would move again and start all over. So I thought to myself,
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Cain was a great teacher, but I was too naïve to notice. When we first met, he ask me all about where I was from and what school I was coming from. Due to my situation, I was ashamed so I ignored him, but he wouldn't give up. I walked away and found a seat, and before he started with the lesson he introduced the new student to the class. He asked me to stand and introduce myself, I dreaded doing that, other teachers in the past would make me do it and I felt there was no point to it, but it was different this time. The whole time he looked at me with a sincere and caring smile, I didn't know why, but I soon found out. As I spoke in front of the class, the other students had the best reaction. They were intrigued by my background and had many questions to ask, although I was just a kid who traveled around Texas, to them it was the coolest thing ever. Afterwards, they were nice enough to show me around school and we made conversation in every class. Although I was there for a short amount of time, the relationships I made have lasted until this