My Move Continued

I first saw Van Meter when my parents took us to get enrolled for school. It looked
nothing like my old school. So, it felt like there was no way school could be the same here as it was in my old school.
The first day was not like it was back home. Then again, it was only my first day while everyone else had been in school for near a month. I feel extremely out of place I thought as David, my guide for the day, showed me to my next class. Why was everyone staring at me? Am I weird? Will I fit in? What are they thinking about me? Then, David and I walked into my college prep class. It had normal students in it just like my old school. The first difference was that there weren’t 30 to 40 people per class. The next one was that everyone was on laptops. I felt even more out of place now because I hadn’t received my laptop yet. David proceeded to introduce me to Mr. Hyer. He was just like any teacher at Coronado, my old high school. Why was I so nervous then? After we were introduced I took a seat and Mr. Hyer started the class. The teacher kept coming to explain different things which was really helpful since I was completely lost. Van Meter’s weird bell came on and signaled the end of class. David showed me to my next class and that class along with the subsequent ones preceded relatively the same. The staring was kind of annoying but people were just curious. This is after all a small town and new students don’t come along often. New kids back home didn’t mean anything. There already was an over abundance of them. Lunch was the most different thing here. At my old school there were two different lunch periods, not four. Each lunch period had more than a thousand kids funneling into our cafeteria and tables out in the quad. Here there were maybe a hundred kids eating lunch. I remember disliking the fact that there were so many kids at my school many times. Now, here I am wishing there were at least 900 more kids in the cafeteria. When I had gotten my food I told myself to walk back to the table David was at. The whole way back I was trying as hard as possible not to trip and spill my lunch everywhere. I wasn’t going to be the laughing stock of the school on the first day. With my amazing coordination I made it to the table with no problems. As I ate I felt like I could get used to this. The school’s lunch program could use improvement, but this isn’t too bad. I went back to class after that and the day continued on as before. The school day ended and I went home. Mission accomplished.
I never had wanted to move. It was my senior year and I was leaving everything I had come to know behind. This caused me to dread Iowa. My mind told me to hate it here. My mind said that my new school was going to be a dump, that everyone was going to be mean, and life was going to be hell here. But I was wrong. Everyone was really nice. Van Meter was different, but not in a bad way. I still really miss Henderson Nevada. Maybe though, I can come to like Van Meter as I did Henderson.