The Transfer Student

The Transfer Student

First experiences are always something we try to avoid. You never know what to expect. Will it be easy? Will it be hard? The only way to answer these questions is to go through with it. Do not hesitate, have an open mind and be willing to accept any mishaps. After all, this is only going to happen once. It is very easy to sit down and examine how you should confront the situation, but when the actual day arrives your mind goes blank and it is a whole other ball game.

It is the morning of my first day at Spencer High School. First days are usually not that bad except for transfer students. I leave the house and head toward the bus-stop. While walking along the sidewalk various questions continuously run through my mind. "What are the teachers going to be like? Are the students going to be friendly? Oh, I hope I don't walk into the wrong class". As I try to get a hold of myself, my thoughts are interrupted by the cold breeze against my skin. Goose bumps begin to rise throughout my arms; my whole body begins to shiver; it is just too cold. Ten minutes has passed and suddenly, the cold wind blows and hits me even harder when I finally realize something. "Why am I the only one standing at the bus-stop?" I missed the bus. I walk back home and have my mother drop me to the school. What a great way to start the morning.

Finally, we arrive at the school and I am ten minutes late. I think to myself, "This is a great way to start off my first day". Surprisingly, the principal greets me at the door. "Wow, this is a first. I must really be in a good school". She walks me to the counselor's office so I can get my schedule. "Four classes, that is all? Oh, this is really going to be easy." We begin to walk toward a classroom. The principal asks if she could borrow a student to show me where my classes are. The "borrowed student" and I walk along the school hallways and she gives me the grand tour. I notice that the whole school is in one big circle. The are no extra hallways to the left, and none to the right. I think to myself, "This is really weird. Oh, well a school is a school." She shows me where all my classes are in order, which was really helpful, then drops me off to my first class. My stomach begins to twist, and am all of a sudden very nervous. I open the door and walk in. All eyes are on me, the room is quiet, and the teacher asks "Can I help you?" While walking toward his desk, I think to myself, "Yes, you could help me. Tell the students to stop staring and tell them to continue conversing as if I was not there". I hand over my schedule and take my seat. This same situation occurs in all four of my classes. It sucks being the new student.

It is really amazing what kind of questions I got asked. In some of my classes I had the original, "Where are you from", "Do you speak English", and "Why did you move here?" In my other classes I had the