Starting Over

Moving is a blessing and a curse.

I’ll focus on the blessing part of it for now, though. Moving allows me a chance to start over. Where some people in books or TV shows choose to take on a new identity, I go the easier route and move to an entire different place where no one knows me. If I didn’t like how I was viewed in the last place I lived I could easily change it and no one at my new school would know any different nor judge me for who I was the year before. On the other hand sometimes things change without me even trying; like at one school I was completely invisible. My parents and I joked I could rob the snack shack and get away with it. However since I changed schools in the middle of the year, this granted me much more attention than I was used to, but it was a little fun to be noticed though I would never admit that to my classmates who thoroughly enjoyed playfully teasing me.

Over the years of changing schools I have been viewed so many different ways. In third grade I was a definite bookworm, in sixth I was the sweet innocent girl, and currently I am the “smart person” (even though I truly am not that brilliant). At my next school (which will also be my last time changing schools) I hope to act kinder. Sometimes my shyness makes me come off as snobby, so hopefully I can change that. Being a veiwed differently at each school is not like being a fake person, being different around different people. I guess at each place I am viewed differently since the people in my new school are different than the ones at my old school.

Do you ever wish you could start over in a new place with different people?