As the two months of blissful vacation screeched to a halt, I was thrown back into reality. Into a completely new high school. Back to the tests and homework and waking up in the early mornings. Away from the cool European weather and back into the humid Singapore air. I was devastated. The two months flew by in a flash, leaving me right where I was eight weeks ago, in front of a school.
I had always thought that high school seemed so far away, the high school movies unrealistic and surreal. I was in a shock the night of August 12th. I am going to be a high schooler. How is this even possible? I felt my childhood slowly slipping out of my grasp, and the reality of college loomed ahead.
This means nights of studying for tests, and overcoming the habit of procrastinating. The prospect of it all is just too much. I hope that ninth grade will not be too different from middle school.
I like the reflection which you have made, and you put us in your shoes quite well. This piece of writing has a nice poetic feel to it. I remember when I moved, 8 years ago, but it was still a very new experience for me.
I think that your good use of vocabulary really lets me empathize with you, also because I have experienced this sort of stuff before. I feel like it must be really hard adjusting to a new school, but I have never really experienced being the new kid as I joined this school when I was really young and I have been with it for a long time. I can also understand the summer flying by when you are in a new place and you wanted to stay there for a long time. As they say though, time flies by when you’re having.