For 6th and 7th grade, I went to SST. Things weren't exactly going well there so my mom took me out and put me into Ed White. Ed White was known as a ghetto school,full with bad kids. When the start of eighth grade year was getting closer I was becoming nervous of what will arise with me going to Ed White. (In other words, I was scared of getting beaten up.) I was worried about being alone without friends. Even though I knew that my best friend and most of the people I knew in elementary went to Ed White. When the first day of school came I was hit with a feeling of nostalgia. I had noticed many childhood friends. When entering my first-period class I was shocked by all of the familiar faces I was seeing. It was like coming back home after being gone for years. Yet when talking to them it was like they were strangers.
It was strange talking to people with such familiar faces but realizing they aren't the same people they use to be. I never realized that in only two years someone I knew for years can become a stranger so easily. I was probably one of the most memorable moments of realization that even without the recognization of change, it will still occur.
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The 'Last' Lecture
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