Sophomore year.

Finally the Freshman year passed I was so excited to start the new school year off. Attempt to socialize and not worry about what people said about me. My school has become very small for me. I knew all the halls and was not late to my classes. I had the same teacher for homeroom. She smiled at me and said welcome to homeroom. That gesture made my affirm it was going to be a great year. I was hopeful and positive. 

        Lunch period came and I sat down at a table with a guy from my homeroom. I was determined to make make friends. I was never a person who would anticipate to start a conversation. I took off my shyness and broke the silence between us as we had lunch. Lunch was over and had to get to my biology class. I saw my new friend Samuel at biology class and we said “hi” again to each other. In bio class we had a little group work and so we partnered together.  As the year went by we became good friends. I built other friendships with students, teachers, and lunch ladies. So far I was loving sophomore year. I made good grade that semester. I felt like accomplished my goals. 


Freshman year. The Accent. 

          As the semester proceeded, somehow, I became the most talked about girl in my high school. I hated it so much. I never talked in class because I had a thick accent and I was always nervous to utter a word. You know sometimes high school kids can be brutal to each other. They made fun of my accents and called me Africa even though they new my name. I desired to speak with a fluent American accent. I watched a lot of YouTube videos so I could sound like an American. I became very conscious of how I spoke whenever a teacher would randomly ask me to answer a question for a participation grade. I never felt at ease and always fidgited when I had to speak. 

          Still at this point the school year was only two months in the first  semester. The kids were not friendly. I could not wait to hear the bell dismiss us.  It was the only thing that made me smile and happy at school. 

Freshman Year: First semester.First day.

          Becoming a Freshman in high school is one of the little challenging experience in my opinion. As someone who has always attended a private school back in Ghana, from nursery to junior high school, it was very difficult for me to adapt with the new environment. My high school; Chamberlain High school was a public one. It had about 1,500 students and a lot of teaching and adminstration staff. 

          On my first day, I was very nervous because I did not know anyone, my classes were very weird. The halls were numbered and separated. I had to walk to my classes which I thought was odd. At my junior high school we stayed in the class and the teachers had to walk to the class to teach the students. I was late to all my classes because I was nkt familiar with the locations. My first class was homeroom. I walked in late and the teacher did not bother to question about my tardiness because she knew it was the first day. Few classes went by and lunch finally came. The tables were filled with students that had familiar friends. I sat at a table and she by myself. It was a weird feeling. I felt lonely and I isolated. I missed my friends back home so much that day I couldn’t wait to go home. 

          The bell finally rang for dismissal. I was ecstatic. In my mind, I did not want to return to school the next day. My first day was not exciting.