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As a young aspiring musician in middle school, I wanted to start a band desperately. Instead, I was known as Emerson Middle School 's’ music freak. I posted flyers in businesses around my hometown and online ads. I wanted to be like Amy Lee from Evanescence terribly, but my taste in music was different than most people. When my fellow classmates heard about my compositions and ideas, they thought it was a joke.
Many did not remember to text or call me, I was forgotten by most and it hurt me because all this time trying to fit in with them has gone to waste; I now had to start all over and create my journey once more. The most challenging part was saying goodbye to the people I grew up with. I lived in Victorville for over 10 years,
Just shortly after 2:30pm on a Thursday, Heather and I pulled into the parking lot at the new Middle School and caught up with the rest of our English Comp class. I am dumbfounded by how this new Middle School has turned out. I was thirsting for knowledge about the new building yet the only thing I really wanted to know was the comparison between the new and old school’s way of learning and schedules. The building itself reminded me of college campuses that I have visited where the architecture is very geometric and intricate. The building itself looks as though it has been untouched and unused even though school has been in session for about a month and a half now.
I first felt that I finally came home and this was the place I belonged to. However, my best friend and I were placed in different classes. Having experienced a depression, I had became withdrawn and afraid to talk to new people.
Every once in awhile I look back on the first day I met Ryan. It was the day I entered Middle School. At the end of that first school day, I emptied my locker and realized I was carrying an armload of textbooks. This was the usual procedure for the start of any school year. Anyway, I started the walk home and noticed Ryan carrying even more books than I was.
Sure, all the girls were nice enough, and I had found people to sit with at lunch, but it all just made me miss my two best friends even more. I missed having crazy conversations at lunch, private jokes that only we got, and just having someone to hang out with after school. I had always loved school before because it was a place I got to be with my friends, but this year was different. This year I did not love school. In fact, I started to dread going to school the next day because I felt like an outsider.
Making friends was difficult growing up. I was constantly moving, always “the new kid”. Then after a while, when I finally made friends, we would move again. Sometimes in the middle of the school year. This process stopped in fourth grade.
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