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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 help 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.

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