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Moving to a New State

2 Pages 591 Words July 2015

Taking a risk can be a challenge. One of the most difficult risks I have taken was moving out of state from Greenwood, Mississippi to Dallas, Texas, far away from my family. It has always been hard for me to move away from home, but I decided that it will help me meet new people, further my education, get out of bad habits and change the way I think situations will turn out. New situations are always scary to me, especially meeting new people. When I first arrived to Dallas, I had grasped that I was in a place where every face was unfamiliar to me. While I fretfully waited for the instructions for my dorm room and classroom schedule, many people asked me where I was from. I told them I was from Mississippi and they all looked favorably shocked. Once I lazily settled into my dorm, I was told that there was a meeting so I waited until time had passed by to go. During the meeting, we were told briefly to introduce ourselves. I had met at least seven people and they were all pleasant and generous to me. I had learned that the students were from all across the world.
The first day was very challenging. We were assigned a test. I was heated and confuse on what we could possibly have a test about. I had to knowingly study during the weekend on the information that I learned about the school. Everything that surrounded me was a test. For instance, the name of one of the buildings was “Isabell and Comer Cottrell Student Union Building,” and I had to know that from every word. We were expected to memorize three encouraging poems and read one fiction book within a week. I thought that the professor was being witty toward us, but he was very stern wanted us to become better individuals. That is when I knew that I had to work extremely hard.
I always had the impulsion of not conversing with strangers .Speaking in class was a portion of our grades. We had to always raise our hands and ask logical questions in order to get a grade. The new envi...

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