There are so many changes in moving but one of the biggest ones is school. Starting a new school may not sound so bad, but trust me it is, okey maybe there are some good parts. But things are still different. Our family decided together (thankfully) on a school called Gascon. When I describe it, it will sound amazing, but some parts are not. Gascon is a school where you only have to do half a day of school and you can either go home or do afternoon activities. Unfortunately my parents said that we had to do activities. The afternoon activities include Taekowondo, photography, soccer, swimming, theater, and more. Us kids decided to do soccer, Taekwondo, swimming and story writing. We also get our lunch delivered which is another cool thing about our school (my mom’s lunches are getting old).

The night before the first day of school I spent time picking out an outfit and making sure that all my school supplies were in my backpack (in a private school you have to buy your own school supplies!). I lay awake that night thinking about how the day would go, would the girls be nice to me? Would they tease me? Would they like me? What if everything goes wrong? I could not decide on which feeling I should feel. I was sort of excited, but at the same time I was nervous.

The next day, I picked up my backpack and walked to school. My feet seemed to be moving to fast and in what felt like a few seconds we were at the school. I watched all the kids go in and act like it was the most normal thing in the world, yet this was the most unnormal thing in the world. Tears filled my eyes, but I did not want my parents to see me cry so I blinked them away. As soon as I stepped into the classroom ten girls all came over to me squealing, and jumping, and saying little sentences in English. Two girls that  I had met earlier gave me a card and a piece of candy. They were so nice. I almost felt bad for making such a big deal to my parents, this was not so bad.

I am used to things being very organized and structured so it was a surprise when the bell rang, the teachers came in and everyone just sat on their desk and talked for half an hour. School is confusing when you do not speak the language. The teatcher would shout some things I could not understand and suddenly everyone is getting out of their seats and looking in each other’s desks. Some of the  afternoon classes were not as fun as I thought they would be. They were long. Swimming was my favorite, they took us to an indoor pool.

As the week went on I started to feel more at home at school. It was a normal routine, get up, go to school, come home, got to bed, then again. I hope that by the time the year passes I will have made some friends and learned Spanish and maybe even start feeling comfortable. But it will still take work, grit, and unhappy moments to make it through.

 

 

 

 

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