Personal Narrative: The Foote School

In eighth grade I made the decision to take the risk of trading in my queen size bed and baby blanket for a twin bed and a complete stranger for a roommate. I came from a small private school located in New Haven, Connecticut that is called The Foote School. I was used to the things people at my school enjoyed like recess, gym class, and soccer. For me, the routine was the same. Everyday I would pack lunch in my lunch box, get Dunkin Doughnuts for breakfast, and scramble to finish my math homework on the twenty five minute car ride to school. The days were almost effortless. I always knew what I had to do and when I had to do it because everyone was constantly reminding me because, after all, I was just a middle schooler. When I was little, whenever we used to drive through New Hampshire, we would stop at the Tilton Diner, or as I called it “that place with the good milkshakes”. To be quite honest, I never actually knew that I was in New Hampshire when I would go to the diner; someone could’ve

The people there are all I had ever known. Most of the 52 kids in my class had been going to school with me since kindergarten which as you can imagine, created a very strong bond between us all; those kids were my best friends. About half of those kids ended up staying for 9th grade as I had always dreamed I would do. As for the rest of us twenty five, 20 went to Hopkins day school or became day students at Choate which had also been a plan of mine. However, the last five, we ended up at Andover, Hotchkiss, Proctor, Loomis Chaffee and Holderness. I took a risk by deciding to leave, however, I took an even bigger risk deciding to take my own path away from all of my friends being the only one who chose Holderness. No one in my eighth grade class had ever even heard of Holderness. I knew that by choosing Holderness and secluding myself, I would lose my closest friends. As the past three years have gone by, my prediction has come