The last time I remember actually enjoying going to school was in elementary school. During middle and high school, I remember dreading having to wake up and spend at least 6 hours in a place that meant nothing. I don’t really remember why I enjoyed elementary school and not middle or high school. I guess it was because most of my class was friends with each other and there was no division among us. Also, it was a time when we had to learn the basic things we needed to know in life. It was pretty easy and I remember having classes that I enjoyed. Once I had to move on to middle school, I didn’t really know what to expect. I had to go to a different middle school than all of my friends in elementary school because the schools depended on the zone you lived in. So first day of middle school, I didn’t know anybody. It took a few days for me to finally make a friend and she ended up being one of my 3 best friends from middle school. Middle school was an awkward journey. I felt like the class was divided into groups and there was some tension between me and my friends with some other girls in the class. It was also a time that some bullying went on. I remember just waiting for the time to go by and for high school to come. I couldn’t wait to get away from that school and start a new journey. Although I did love my friends and miss them, I’m glad middle school is over with. Then came high school. I went to a small high school in the lower east side. Again, I didn’t know anybody and I talked to a few people but didn’t really make a good friendship with anybody. I felt like the classes were just there because we had to take them and that I wasn’t really learning anything useful. Also, since it was a small school, there weren’t many advanced classes so the learning was limited. I planned to transfer high schools but my first choice didn’t accept me and I didn’t want to go to my second choice anymore. So I ended up staying there. By sophomore year, things got a little better. I met someone that made me want to go to school although I still felt that the classes were just something I had to get through. Even though I gained a bit of motivation to go, I still didn’t enjoy it very much. I couldn’t wait to go to college. High school ended up passing by faster than I expected it to and know I’m finally in college. This time, I’m not complaining. I finally feel like there is actually a purpose for waking up early in the morning and coming here. Although college professors assign a lot of work and reading, and it gets tough sometimes, I’m learning a lot of new things and feel like I’ve become more independent. I have come to realize that middle school and high school were just the steps that I needed to take to end up here, in college, a time that I began to appreciate and enjoy.