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Bratlifeweek3discussion2.docxLife as an Army Brat
Life as an Military Brat
Simone Doyle
Jeremy Pilarski
ENG 121
10 December 2017
Life as an army brat, I can remember as if it were yesterday. There are many things about being a military brat that can be rewarding and also a very difficult at times. One of the most difficult times that I can remember was when I was a freshman in high school. My father was an officer in the Army so we traveled a lot, sometimes more then I wanted too. This particular time when we move back to Germany was a little harder than any of the pervious moves. I was getting ready to start high school at yet a different school this year. This would make three within a six month period.
It was a cold January morning; I was not very excited about starting school at another school. I was dragging, barely able to move. I think that I wasn’t mentally prepared for the whole process of what was in store for me. Making new friends is something that I was becoming accustomed to although I wasn’t particularly looking forward to it. I got up that cold January morning, got dressed just like any other day, and had breakfast as I waited for the bus to come something that I have done 50 times. With all the moving it was something that my parents and I had become accustomed too. My parents knew that something was wrong this cold January morning; they both said I didn’t seem like my happy go lucky self. As I headed to the elevator, I can remember my parents saying their “goodbyes”, I left out of the door, tears running down my face as I waited for the elevator to come. Once the doors of the elevator opened, I got inside yelling at my parents in general but it was directed towards my father. I will never forget those words that I yelled, I told my father that I hated him for making us move all over again, and if he had to move again that I wouldn’t move with him. As I got out of the elevator, tears still running down my face, as the minutes went on; my eyes became redder and swelled up. Once the elevator had reached the bottom floor, I got out of the elevator; my face was still wet from the tears. Walking out the door to the bus stop proved to be a challenge within itself. As I stood at the bus stop, I looked around and all I saw was unfamiliar faces. I felt so lost, waiting for the bus, seemed to last for hours was in reality only a few minutes. The bus finally came, was this day going to get any easier or was it going to be more difficult once I got to school.
On the bus ride to the school, I was trying to figure out why I had acted that way and why I was so disrespectful to my father, something that I normally would have never been. It was totally unclear why I had acted this way. I had never made a big deal about going to a different school. I continued to ask myself why I felt as though this time was more difficult than any other time before, the only reason that I could come up with was the fact that I was a freshman, and thought that it was going to be harder to make friends, or was it because I had to make friends all over again, and meet a new faculty. Still not knowing the true reason why, I got onto the bus, and just looked out the window. When the bus finally arrived at the high school, I felt more confused than when I actually got onto the bus. For some reason I didn’t think my day was going to get any easier, I wasn’t prepared to what was coming.
To my surprise when we pulled up to the high school, all I could see was this big sign in front of the building. That sign read, “Hanau American High School” home of the Hanau Panthers. It was a huge building that had two different stories, something that was totally unfamiliar to me. Little did I know that this school would have such a huge impact on my life? This school wasn’t like most schools; because it was a military school on base, it had much younger students in it as well. This school was considered to be a high school although it had middle school students in it as well. The different grades ranged from 7th through 12th.
