I believe you go where you go for a reason. I have been to four different schools before I came to LHS. I spent kindergarten through 3rd grade in St.Thomas in Thomaston.Then for 4th through 6th I was in St.Peters of Torrington, then St. Francis for 7th, finally I graduated in St.Anthonys in 8th grade and am now at LHS. When I was told of each switch I thought it was going to be the end of the world as I knew it, but I was wrong. When I was younger, it wasn’t hard to join a the class, but as I got older it became harder and harder.The hardest switches where the ones for 8th grade and freshmen year, but they turned out to be the greatest things that have ever happened to me. When entering 8th grade you are all filled with the desire of graduation to come and being with your friends. Most of the people in my new class had been together in the same school since kindergarten. I felt like I was intruding on an already formed family. I absolutely hated it in the beginning. I made no attempt to talk to anyone and the class, for the most part, went about their business like I wasn’t even there.But once we all got used to each other, being there it got better and better. We would all hang out during and after school as an entire class and I loved it. Also in this class I met who to this day is still my best friend. It was ironic as our teachers used to say because most people in the school were from Winsted, but we were not. I lived in Northfield, which was twenty minutes south of Winsted, and Kimberly lived twenty minutes North of Winsted over the Massachusetts border. We live forty minutes from each other but it never has and never will stop us from seeing each other. She is now attending The Berkshire School in Massachusetts, a boarding school so she goes to school on Saturdays, which I of course brag about not having to do on our Friday night phone conversations. It makes seeing each other even harder but we still manage to do so.Graduating and leaving my little class of twenty people was one of the saddest days of my life. I would miss them all dearly. And the thought of going to a school with 100 kids in my class alone was the scariest thing imaginable. I can vaguely remember the first day a freshmen year, the gist of it included mass amount of confusion and people. In my old school switching classes meant going across the hall to the 7th grade room for science. Here there were three different hallways! And one dedicated to just science! I had no idea what I was doing here. But once again, after the first few weeks, I met the people whom I still hang out with to this day. They are some of the greatest, most fun people I have ever met in my life and they are still some of my best friends. Some of them, as I later found out, were MUCH closer than I ever could have imagined. If it wasn’t for all the different schools and different people I came into contact with I would not be the same person I am today. I believe that we go where we go and meet who we meet for a reason. And no matter how horrible it seems in the beginning, it will always work out in the end.
Also in this class I met who to this day is still my best friend. It was ironic as our teachers used to say because most people in the school were from Winsted, but we were not. I lived in Northfield, which was twenty minutes south of Winsted, and Kimberly lived twenty minutes North of Winsted over the Massachusetts border. We live forty minutes from each other but it never has and never will stop us from seeing each other. She is now attending The Berkshire School in Massachusetts, a boarding school so she goes to school on Saturdays, which I of course brag about not having to do on our Friday night phone conversations. It makes seeing each other even harder but we still manage to do so. Graduating and leaving my little class of twenty people was one of the saddest days of my life. I would miss them all dearly. And the thought of going to a school with 100 kids in my class alone was the scariest thing imaginable.
I can vaguely remember the first day a freshmen year, the gist of it included mass amount of confusion and people. In my old school switching classes meant going across the hall to the 7th grade room for science. Here there were three different hallways! And one dedicated to just science! I had no idea what I was doing here. But once again, after the first few weeks, I met the people whom I still hang out with to this day. They are some of the greatest, most fun people I have ever met in my life and they are still some of my best friends. Some of them, as I later found out, were MUCH closer than I ever could have imagined. If it wasn’t for all the different schools and different people I came into contact with I would not be the same person I am today. I believe that we go where we go and meet who we meet for a reason. And no matter how horrible it seems in the beginning, it will always work out in the end.