Why I Am A Public School - 922 Words

When I first got out of the car I was petrified. Fear started to take over me in every inch of my body. I had entered public school with fear on one hand and anxiety on the other. There was no way out of this nightmare. Saying it was a nightmare would be an understatement. I was going into the tenth grade; to me, personally, it was like a whole other realm. I felt powerless. I didn’t know how it would be like, considering I have never attended a public school before. For about eight years I attended a private school, IFS, about thirty minutes away from home. It was like home to me, â€Å"our second home†, my friends and I would say. I always used to imagine what it would be like if I were to go to a public school but I never thought it would†¦show more content†¦Of course, changing schools and everything, I became the quietest person I ever knew. Not a word would come out of me unless I was asked to speak. This one day, though, I acted up a little trying to be funny. Ms.Hanson did not like it at all let me tell you. Every day, I would be the last one to enter class and you best believe I was the first one out of it. Without a care if there was anything important being said. For three years I contemplated homeschooling or going back to my â€Å"second home† but it was far too difficult. It wasn’t too long before someone had made a racist remark to me. It was my first day there, actually. Above the crowded, noisy, congested hallways soared the words â€Å"Yo, what’s up terrorist!?† from some jock by the lockers. I didn’t bother turning around. What a great start to my first day, huh? Second day of school was nothing new. While walking in the hallway, someone from behind me whispered â€Å"don’t bomb, don’t bomb.† I didn’t bother turning around the first time and I definitely didn’t bother turning around this time which was a mistake on my part. I wasn’t surprised; people looked at my headscarf before they looked at me. Th inking back at it, I have no idea why I didn’t stand up for myself sometimes. I guess I was just afraid. People say high school is supposed to be one of the best times of your life; complete and utter garbage that was. I was so happy when I finally graduated last June. When they called my name there was no