Acceptance

I have lived in Canada ever since I was born. Up until 2 years ago.

4 years ago, my father decided to move to South America to fulfill his and his mother's (my grandmother's) dream of owning a hotel. So, we sold our house and moved into my grandmother's house (I had a deep attachment to that house... I really wanted to kick down the "for sale" sign that was outside). I refused to pack any of my things. But, of course, my father, being the strict man that he is, made me start packing eventually.

I didn't want to burden my family with my feelings of wanting to stay, so late at night, I cried silently, and in the day, I always had a smile on my face.

I attended school for 2 more years, then my father finally decided that it was time for my family to move: it was a little after my birthday... maybe a week. My friends hung out at my grandmother's house basically everyday, making the most out of the time I had left. One of them even suggested that I stay with their family.

But the day came when I had to leave. The trip on the plane passed quickly, with me being absorbed by all my thoughts. My father told me that I would be attending school in a month, and that I would be attending in the middle of the school year because the school year here was different than Canada's (starts in March, ends in December).

On my first day of school, everyone was interested in me. I became well known throughout my grade as "the transfer student that speaks English". I didn't understand anything they were saying because they spoke in Spanish. I did attend a couple of Spanish lessons, but all I learned was how to conjugate regular verbs in the present tense.

The first half year finished and I was alone, despite the popularity I had for the first week of school. But, during my second year there, I met new friends and started to enjoy school.

I do admit school was hard (although during my second year I placed 3rd in the academic rankings in my class); there were a lot of oral presentations, and I wasn't very confident with my level of Spanish, sometimes the teachers asked me questions, and I didn't want to answer (because I wasn't confident with my Spanish...), and a lot of other difficulties due to my lack of confidence in my Spanish.

I spoke in English most of the time, and my mark in language arts was not very high because of my participation in class. However, I started getting used to life there (not including the heat).

In about two weeks, I will be moving back to Canada to continue my studies. I am a little sad to be leaving this country, because I have made a lot of friends. I will always be thankful to my classmates who have helped me adjust to this sudden change in my life.

Something that I learned from this experience is that change is not always a bad thing. I used to hate things changing since... the day I was born. However, with this change, I was able to make new friends.

My elementary teacher once asked me why I was crying when I visited her a few months ago. I wasn't able to answer her. But, I believe I was crying because I didn't want things to change. My friends made new friends, my family was having fun without me... and I was stuck in a foreign country. I was different, I stood out... I was lonely. I thought that if changes never happened, maybe I would have been happier. However, maybe I was wrong. With this life changing experience, I changed too; I learned a new language, I made new friends... but I was still me.

Now, I'm moving back. I'll have to experience more changes; a new school, new friends, new classes, new teachers... I will be different again, I will stand out again... I will be lonely again. But now I know that change is not always a bad thing. I now know that I will make friends, I know that I won't be lonely forever.

I now know that I have to accept change, and live life to its fullest, or I will regret.
awkotaco123 awkotaco123
13-15, F
1 Response Dec 16, 2012

It's actually extremely difficult to move countries at your age especially if you're a girl. Girls really need their friends at around 14 years old. You grow up by choosing a special friend to hang out with and you get to know them so well that they become your reference point as you grow up. If you have a special friend, try to stay in touch via Skype etc even if you're far away. It's okay to not want to move. The least your family can do is accept your feelings about it.