Sometimes, I wondered, if we stayed in California, would I be successful with going to college early? Would I still be friends with the people I’ve known since the 5th grade? Or would the result still be the same?
It was Fall of 2005 when my social world went kaboom and I had to start over again.
I had just begun my freshman year in high school. I spent that entire summer with my friend in summer school, not the kind for delinquents but the kind for those who wanted through high school. I was laughing and having fun all day. I know it sounds strange to have fun in summer school but I was, I was happy.
Then my mother interfered. It wouldn’t be her first time. Anyway, she read it somewhere about a kid who graduated high school two years early with an Associate. She wanted me to be like that kid, except one tiny problem, I am not that kid. I don’t want to rush through life, especially high school. I wanted to enjoy it.
But my mother knew I didn’t want to make her angry. She knows how to push my buttons. By that autumn when school officially began again, I had already taken the placement exam and was enrolled in two 3 credits courses in the local community college, Chinese and Pre-calculus.
I was almost always fell asleep in pre-calculus because after 8 hours of high school along with 3 hours of night classes everyday not to mention suffering from hypocalcemia and who knows what, well you get my point. Besides, I didn’t really understand anything because I was only in geometry in high school. The happiest hour of the day was lunch when I get to socialize with my small group of friends.
Then in November of that year, suddenly everything changed. One day, my mother withdrew me from school and told me I was never come back and that we were moving to Texas after the we come back from China, a trip which she planned a few months back.
I spent most of that morning gathering my teacher’s signatures to get the school’s approval to sign me out. I remember pondering on the words, move and Texas. They been talking about moving to Texas ever since the seventh grade, that’s 2 years back. Why now?
I left my friends without saying goodbye, friends I’ve had since the 5th grade. After I moved to Texas, I spent my days mostly alone or cooped up in my room. I think the people at the new school were trying too hard to be my friend and I didn’t like that. They always feared that I might break any second. Of course, I like that they were annoyingly nice but at the same time, I liked my space and they were always way too close.
Eventually, I moved on to Utah where I made a few friends, only to lose them when we graduated. Even now, from time to time, I still find myself admiring how close my mom is still to her friends. I mean after graduating high school 30 years later, they are still in contact with each other. I guess the time of easy-making friends is gone. Those are just going to be the good old days.