Change

Although change may be for the better, some people are more often than not reluctant to accept it. I, unfortunately, was one of those people. From the age of five until the age of fifteen, I had grown up and matured in an environment that had become like a second home, and the people there like a second family. The environment was my school and the family was my group of friends - I had developed an unbreakable attachment to both. An attachment that became more apparent than ever, three summers ago...

My parents believed that the world I inhabited was too limited and too restrictive. They believed it did not contribute enough to the person they wanted me to become. They felt that I was unfocused, my priorities were misplaced, and I needed greater exposure through an educational system they eventually wanted me to get into. So in their wisdom and much against my will, they decided to change my school.

The Relocation Excuse (March 2012)

Education

American Education is in the Dumpster

In small doses, change is great. But changing schools was out of the question all together. The mere thought of it was unbearable, and what added to my anger was that it became so inevitable. Things were fine just as they were - I was settled, happy, and was performing well, achieving good grades as well as contributing productively to school activities. My world was perfect - so what were my parents thinking? I could find no logic in moving from what seemed like an ideal, secure environment to one that would be completely alien. In fact, I loathed the idea. Changing schools and adapting to a new educational system at such a crucial juncture in my life seemed totally absurd. What was this school going to be like? And how well was I going to fit in?...