Changing School


Changing school is one transition which has had a great impact on my life. It all began during the second last day of year eight, when the school bell rang.


“School’s out,” all my friends would say and then there would be great riots of kids screaming and yelling as they made their way towards the lockers. My best friend and I would be left behind, walking slowly towards the lockers, discussing our day at school and the classes we had. My best friend is Steven, a short and bashful person, who has a very strong heart and enjoys talking to me. He is a very special person to me as he takes care of me in all sorts of situations, such as work problems and family problems. He watches over me like a brother, which I truly cherish.


That night, while I was a couch potato, my mother came in with a discontented look.


“Eric, I have something very important to say,” she said, as I ignored her.


“ERIC!” I shook, as I turned to my mum and realized how miserable she looked. I turned the television off and gave her my full attention.


“Son, your dad and I have decided to change your school.” Shocked and dumbfounded by what she said, I did not know how to reply. I ran to my room, jumped on my bed and started screaming in my pillow. A lot of thoughts started to run through my head, what about my old school and friends? The teachers? I’ll be all alone. Eventually, my eyes started to droop, as I fell asleep.


The next morning at school I confronted my friends and announced the news. They were all astonished to hear the news and were upset, but promised to keep in touch. I eventually came across my best friend Steven and told him about changing school. He just smiled. He then grabbed my arm and took me to the playground. He told me not to worry and that changing schools was not bad but good. He explained that the change was made by my parents and that they only wanted the best for me. He also said he did feel a little bit sad but I should grow stronger at heart and as a person when I go to the new school.


I was quite shocked about what he said, but understood and accepted it, as it was very true. I don’t know why, but something in me, was saying he was right. The last day was a very memorable one.


It was the start of year nine at a new school, called Camberwell Grammar. I saw a few primary school friends and many new faces. Within several weeks, I had many friends of which I was very proud. Listening to Steven’s advice has helped a lot, even till today.


I am certain, changing schools has helped me grow a lot stronger and mature. Not only did Steven’s advice help a lot, but the school, Camberwell Grammar, has as well. I am very happy with the school transition as I hope to grow stronger in the heart and as a person. From receiving advice and changing school, I leave my weaknesses behind me as I move forward to a better future.