My Life Changing Event

I can remember sitting in class, feeling eyes burning through me, dodging inquisitive glances from all sides, and anxiously awaiting the bell to ring for lunchtime. As most people know, lunch is the most dreaded part of the first day at a new school. First day of school memories are still fairly vivid for me; my father was in the JAG corps in the Army and my family moved with biannual regularity. In fact, I even attended three different high schools. While this may seem highly undesirable to some, I learned an incredible amount about myself, the world, and other people through moving that I may never have learned otherwise. What I have learned about myself and the world will without a doubt contribute to my success in life and even law

Change, for me has always been quite a scary and difficult concept. I want constants. I want to feel comfortable, and I am too stubborn to try new things. Though undesired, change is inevitable and I know life must move forward; so here I am, a shy, insecure, seventh grader moving forward onto my first day of junior high. I knew this was going to be terrifying simply by the size of the school; all four foot nine inches of me stood paralyzed at the main entrance of Poston Junior High. Not knowing who I would have in my classes or who I would sit with at lunch had to be the worst part. As I walked into my third hour, which was choir, I realized I knew nobody; sheer terror flushed over my face as I peered around looking for the friendliest face

At the end of first grade my parents decided to move. They wanted to move because they wanted to change schools for me, but are old house that I had lived at would only let us go too slv, and my parents didn’t want me to go to slv. So they decided to move. All though we had only moved across town, it felt like a world of difference. My old school was a small, desolate private school in Santa Cruz. We only had one class per grade. My first 1st grade class had only 17 kids. Now I was going to the big, scary elementary school with over 100 kids and more than 30 kids in my class.

I wanted to apply to the school all my friends were going to, but yet again my parents didn’t let me. I applied to DESA and I quickly got in! My experience there wasn’t the best but it also wasn’t the worst. My sixth grade year was an okay year. In sixth grade I taught everyone who was in my graduating class. I made great connection with each and every one of them. I also made great connection with my entire teacher as well. I like to think that I was all of my teacher favorite students. No matter how much my old school prepared me I wasn’t ready. I stilled made really good grade and kept my GPA up, but for those grades I struggled a lot. My 7th grade year was the worst. A lot of negatively things were going on in my life and I was the same person. Once 8th grade rolled around slowly but surely I started to act like myself again. After these three years, I’m happy that I went to that school. I learned so much not education wise but also life wise. Without the stuff that I went through I wouldn’t be as strong as I am now. I’m very grateful for that

Going from Quaker Farms Elementary School in Oxford to Mitchell Elementary School in Woodbury was a huge change that I hadn’t experienced yet when I was eight. Most importantly, the people I would be spending six hours a day with were completely different, and I didn’t know a single person in the new school. Thankfully, my new classmates were welcoming and were open to talking to me from the moment I got there. In addition, the teachers were very nice and helped me find my way around. Besides the people in my new school being different, the school itself was also a lot different. The level of learning in Woodbury seemed to be different than Oxford, and the layout of the school wasn’t anything close to what I was used to.

This is an experience I never thought I would have but it’s important because It helped me change as a person and to not take things for granted and work hard to achieve things you want my thoughts about school changed because I remember complaining about getting homework even though it's only a few hours of homework but now I know things could be much worse and that I am happy that I only have four homework assignments instead of ten I learned a life lesson that if you work hard enough you can achieve

In the 4th grade I went to a school called Noble Academy it was a good school but I had a problem with a teacher there. He would always pick on me and write me referrals and call my parents about things that wasn’t really that serious, one time he called my mom because I didn’t have a pencil so he wanted to meet with my mom almost every other day about nothing. Eventually my mom and dad got fed up and took me out of that school I was happy but sad at the same time, I was happy because I was leaving that antagonising teacher but I was sad because I was gonna miss my friends and the teachers I actually liked. So my new school was Glenbrook elementary school I started going there

The summer after my first year of high school, I made a hasty decision to switch to a new school in a new town. I decided that it could be a great opportunity to improve my student profile. Before even thinking about it, I applied, got accepted, and was moving in with my father forty-five minutes away from the town that I had grown up in.

Many people don't realize abnormality of transitioning to a new school. Ever since first grade I attended a small private catholic school called St. Pats. I went to St. Pats with the same kids for eight years. After the eighth grade, the majority of my classmates decided to go to Mission for high school. I on the other hand decided to go to Arroyo Grande High School, because I wanted a more “normal” education. I knew it wasn't going to be easy starting over, but I was up for the challenge. Transitioning from a private catholic school to a public high school was one of the most uncomfortable things I’ve ever had to do.

An accident last year changed my attitude towards life . That accident had a great impact on me , it taught me to treasure what i have and to treasure those people around me more . Although the accident was not life threatening , it was still the scariest thing i had ever been through in life . It was an accident that no one would have expected and wanted it to happen .

It was one life-changing experience I was seven years old when I became grateful for the things that I had. I remember packing for this big trip my parents were planning for a year now. I precisely recall my mother telling me to go through my closet and pick clothes I did not use to give away, I didn't know why, but I didn't ask, I just did it. As the day got closer I remember my parents had accumulated a great amount of things to give away. I quite didn't understand why they were gathering so many things and for what reason.

That whole day I felt like an outsider until I went back to my actual school. All of a sudden I felt a drastic change from the new school and my old one. The two schools are only 15 minutes away but it felt like two different worlds. It was like a magic spell was cast and everything turned a different color when I arrived at my homeschool. At that moment I knew that things were different and that I am very different from both schools. I started to get a sense of both schools and trying to find more differences than the obvious. Students at the new school were critical thinkers and answers flew out their mouths as fast as popping popcorn. I felt behind them and almost ashamed because they knew things I didn’t know. I soon came to the realization that I can’t sit in pity waiting for knowledge and that I will have to seek it myself. I

It’s time. It was April 12th, 2015. I was prepared to experience the most transformative event of my life; today, I would officially become a Jehovah’s Witness. The attendants prompted me toward the baptist as I anxiously descended the pool steps. I plugged my nose and prepared for the submersion. The baptist promptly submerged me in the water, then raised me out, only to do it a second time because my legs were reluctant to submerge. This feeling of doubt didn’t end in the baptismal pool; it shaped me throughout high school.

Everyone has that one experience that makes them look at life with a new set of eyes. My life changing experience happened a little earlier than most. It was the summer before first grade. We had gotten an exceptional amount of rain in the past months even though it was summer. I did not notice, though, because summer was every six year old's favorite holiday, next to Christmas and their birthday. My summer was supposed to be like any other but it quickly took a turn. For the best or for the worst? That is debatable.

There were many moments that shaped who I am today, but there was a moment that happened when I was six or seven that changed my life. My brother is eight years older than me and he has always been a trouble maker. For the most part he was just a really bad kid. He stole things all the time, even from our parents. He did drugs and drank alcohol. He ran around with all the wrong kids. He snuck out of the house all the time. Our parents did everything they could to try and straighten him out but nothing worked.