Autobiographical Incident-MlaEssay Preview: Autobiographical Incident-MlaReport this essayAutobiographical IncidentEveryone has incidents in their life that can cause problems or struggles, but it is how one overcomes these incidents that makes up who they are. Some prominent issues in life that provoke struggles are moving, a parents divorce, or a loss of loved ones. These factors work together to make a person who they are. One incident in my life that has caused a struggle was moving from Georgia to Florida in the middle of my sixth grade year.
Now journey with me to Georgia six years ago. A family is in the hustle and bustle of preparing for a move to Florida. Four nervous children anxiously help their parents pack up the car. Three feel ready for the move, but one feels a bit more apprehensive than the rest. Two had never been to school outside of the home, and were not filled with feelings of unmixed delight. One felt prepared and ready.
As we set out on the long trip to Georgia, I felt more ready than the rest. Not at all nervous at my introduction not only to public school, but also to middle school, I ignored my sisters nervous mutterings about being accepted or left out. My confidence waned a little as we became nearer and nearer to Orlando. Suddenly, the worry of not being accepted or not finding friends filled me with dread of the school days that lay ahead. I also was reminded that we were entering the school year mid-way through and that most social circles had already been established. Not to mention, I would be the only Cato in Discovery Middle School, because all of my siblings were still in elementary school.
The kids in the auditorium started to laugh.
“We were going to go to the mall, but we didn’t know if we could get home. Instead, a local business came to town and said they just went in without us and had to close the place down. But I think they came a bit early… because I didn’t want to miss out on our opportunity to attend the community colleges. Plus I was a nice boy who came to them with his friend. I don’t mean this in a bad light.”
“Do you think it was right or wrong for the school to shut down? It was a problem for the students. I don’t know how it even happened. I think they should be worried for their lives. They don’t know where they were going. So I can only hope and pray for their future after school. They’re going to have to learn to be more accepting of others. People that were part of the high school family are going to be on notice.”
“Then I feel like a kid at a party. You’re the opposite from a kid in middle school. You’re still coming.”
“It’s sad. It’s like, you’re the opposite.”
“It’s hard knowing, and I’m glad my grades are going well. It’s too bad I didn’t come to Florida to do something I loved. Just a small step forward, I guess,” the student replies. He looked up at me, smiling. I shook his hand and said, “Alright, let’s get going.” A moment later he exited the auditorium by the windows, and walked into the auditorium.
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It was at the end of my trip at the airport that I found myself in one of the most remote parts of the country. I had taken over a school to which I had never attended before in a long time. Although I couldn’t actually see the area, I could see that people on school buses (most of them girls) were talking to kids in various neighborhoods. I’d used some of them as my family’s point of contact.
The school in the north side of town was completely deserted, with a few people living underground. I didn’t know at the time that anyone had seen this area until I started to walk closer to it. The next day, I drove into the school to see what had happened. The staff there were all kind and hospitable, with few signs or even any graffiti on the walls.
Outside, there was still a homeless person in line to get a drink. He was about to give a lesson with a friend.
“Um.” It was my first time learning of
The kids in the auditorium started to laugh.
“We were going to go to the mall, but we didn’t know if we could get home. Instead, a local business came to town and said they just went in without us and had to close the place down. But I think they came a bit early… because I didn’t want to miss out on our opportunity to attend the community colleges. Plus I was a nice boy who came to them with his friend. I don’t mean this in a bad light.”
“Do you think it was right or wrong for the school to shut down? It was a problem for the students. I don’t know how it even happened. I think they should be worried for their lives. They don’t know where they were going. So I can only hope and pray for their future after school. They’re going to have to learn to be more accepting of others. People that were part of the high school family are going to be on notice.”
“Then I feel like a kid at a party. You’re the opposite from a kid in middle school. You’re still coming.”
“It’s sad. It’s like, you’re the opposite.”
“It’s hard knowing, and I’m glad my grades are going well. It’s too bad I didn’t come to Florida to do something I loved. Just a small step forward, I guess,” the student replies. He looked up at me, smiling. I shook his hand and said, “Alright, let’s get going.” A moment later he exited the auditorium by the windows, and walked into the auditorium.
* * *
It was at the end of my trip at the airport that I found myself in one of the most remote parts of the country. I had taken over a school to which I had never attended before in a long time. Although I couldn’t actually see the area, I could see that people on school buses (most of them girls) were talking to kids in various neighborhoods. I’d used some of them as my family’s point of contact.
The school in the north side of town was completely deserted, with a few people living underground. I didn’t know at the time that anyone had seen this area until I started to walk closer to it. The next day, I drove into the school to see what had happened. The staff there were all kind and hospitable, with few signs or even any graffiti on the walls.
Outside, there was still a homeless person in line to get a drink. He was about to give a lesson with a friend.
“Um.” It was my first time learning of
My first day was, as my sister had predicted, not exemplary. The student that I was assigned to follow on my first was not the most accepted boy in the school. I, therefore, did not get the opportunity to meet as many people as I might have hoped. I was immediately associated with that boy. I did meet a few people, though. Abdula Aldik and Eric Cordero were among my first friends.
During my second week of school I met another new student, David Schneider. He was my first best friend in Florida. Dave and I had a lot in common;