Stranger in the village personal essay.
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true- story. : )

my family and i moved every two years since i could remember. every school i went to i made more friends. every house i ever set foot in, i knew the years of that house will go by faster than we had planned in being there. so there was no point in having memories in a place that you will soon have to leave. i’ve been to nine different schools, and all were very different. the first school i went to was by the name of alta loma elementary school. i made friends that were known as outcasts. i was never loud, always quiet. i kept to myself, and i made very few friends. i learned growing up with them, that no matter what you look like you should never judge another person by their appearance. the first time i met them, i knew they were different, one was handicapped, another was deaf, and i was the new kid. i learned from them, the struggles they had to deal with throughout their life. my second school, foothill elementary school, i was more outgoing, more willing to speak, and i always had at least one best friend wherever i went. i had a friend, but he too was bullied. as time went by, my schools became just a phase of mine to not have any friends at all. making friends and moving on, never really saying goodbye meant too much hurt for me. as i entered high school, at cortez high, i did not only find my group of misfits, i found happiness. i was happy to them, and not worry about my problems in the end. i was there mostly for them, and them making me feel better about myself every day. during sophomore year i realized i had to move on past the group, and meet new people. slowly day by day i would stop looking for them, or even sometimes hide. i felt bad, but i had to stop getting emotional over them. one day i’m going to leave, and when i do they’ll realize that little by little i was getting away from them. so i don’t hurt them more on the day i do leave. during junior year i was now at a new school. a new town, by the name of florence. i moved from glendale to a whole new place where i didn’t want to be. it was the last two years, and all my friends were gone. i was by myself, with just a family of six, and no phone to text my friends. in the first week of school, i was very unhappy being here. i have an attitude, and i didn’t want friends, not again. on the second week of school, i gave up. i started opening myself up. i talked to people, and i observed and learned from others. i realized it’s most likely if i make any friends at all, it would be just for that year and then move again. i enjoyed hanging around the outcasts. not because i was one, but i never judged anybody, but everybody always judged me. the outcasts i spoke to or barely even knew were somehow connected with me. i listened to their problems, i gave them advice, and things always turned around. they were always either happier around me, or just happy to see me. i always made their day. sometimes i didn’t know what i did, i would just sit near them. accompanying them was good enough for them than talking most of the time. people talk about me all the time, i don’t blame them. i could care less what they think. my friends one by one would point out the students that talked bad about me, at first i was upset, i told on them after i watched the videos of them recording me, and later the talking stopped, or so i thought they did. i really felt like a misfit. i do the things i do because sometimes i don’t have a choice, and others because i made a bad decision that leads to the embarrassment i had to deal with at school. people give me attitude, and or just want to speak to me. based upon my appearance i seem poor. others say how i wear the same clothes and never change, maybe i don’t have to listen to them, but it’s nice to know they should get to know me first before judging me. i don’t mind wearing the same clothes, they’re clean and they fit, and they are nice. i am a very caring person, and i get judged a lot. it’s time for my senior year, to be better. i want to graduate, and work, and do the army. in my career, i will be happy, and i again will be another stranger in another village.