My New School: The Good, The Bad, And the Ugly

Since my new move to a new country, I have officially started my journey at a new school. I have never been in an environment outside of my hometown and doing this made me feel as though I was being thrown in with the sharks. My first day was truly harrowing, an experience like no other. I walked in completely frazzled and discombobulated. The first event of the day was a school assembly, welcoming the new year. I was completely alone, and felt a sudden wave of panic hit me as I walked into the gym. Each grade was seperated on different sections of the bleechers and everyone new each other. For everybody else, it was comfortable and familiar, but as for me, I felt so alone and so nostalgic for my old school. The principal welcomed everyone and the school spirit was so energetic and I immeidately felt the sense of community there. The only problem was that I was not apart of it. Each class that day felt so lonely, a loneliness I had never felt before; it was so eerie. It was a very interesting day and though it was so scary, there were some very nice pros that came along with this school. The campus was lovely and I got to be outside when transitioning between classes. I also felt very enganged with my teachers, something I had rarely felt previously. They were all very intersting people with lots of passion and drive for what they do, and I really admired that. So, of course it was not all bad, but just so intesnse. I managed to make a few friends, which I am also very grateful for and I felt much more welcomed than I had anticipated. When I got in the car, I sobbed in my dad's arms. It was so weird. I did not have a particularly bad day, but all of the newness was way too much for me to bear, and that day it hit me like a truck. I became excruciatingly homesick, and to be honest, I still am. It feels so surreal and so strange. It has been a month, and I am slowly adapting and feeling more and more comfortable everyday, even though I only know a few people. I wish I had not handled this transition with as little grace as I have, but I know I will look back at this last month as the craziest month of my life, and at the end of the day, that experience is worth it to me.