A needed Experience

The summer of my junior year my family and I packed up all our things and move about an hour away, to the town of Randolph, Massachusetts. In your head, you’re probably thinking that it’s not that, or it’s not that far but you are extremely wrong for many reasons.  If you ever grew up in the city, where you have an easy access to everything and everyone then you may understand the torture of moving to a new town where it’s the complete opposite. I use to drive to Randolph to see family or go to next town and I would always say that would never leave there it look extremely dead, it seems there was nothing there to do, whereas in the city there always something to do. The day I left Boston and move to Randolph, I thought about how I was going to transition being in the city to being in the middle of now where, this ladies and gentle was going to be a challenge.

The first couple months in Randolph wasn’t that bad, it consisted a lot of eating, sleeping, and watching TV, mostly because I didn’t know anyone, and I refused to leave my house. I was either bored or lonely, and at times both, so when school started I was filled with excitement, mainly because I was going to see friends and my best friend since I haven’t seen them all summer.  No one understood that I hated being in Randolph with a passion, I was away from everyone I knew, and everything I wanted to do, and commuting was the worst part. When school started I had to be up around 4 in the morning, leave my house around 5 o’clock and walk up a hill to catch the early bus to Ashmont, to actually make it on time to school. When school ended, I had to leave school right on time, run to the train to catch the early bus back home, to avoid traffic, and if I missed the Holbrook bus I had to wait another hour, or take a normal bus to Randolph, and walk 20 minutes home. I told myself to get moving and make the best out of it, but that became hard to do when my mother lost her job and ended up in the hospital for a week. Words couldn’t explain how I began to felt, I knew that it would have been different if we were Boston. I began to stress not only about my mother but the bills, and then sadness became, which follow by anger and lead to sickness. For the remaining time I lived in Randolph, my life consisted of pain, tears, anger, and a lot of stress.

We left Randolph the summer before my senior year, and now as I sit back and think about my time there I recognize that it was probably one of the most challenging time I went thru but also an experience I was most thankful for.  I realize how much I had grown during the year I spent in Randolph, from me stepping up and taking adult responsibilities, to me taking care of my sick mother while balancing school, and most importantly conquering one of my deepest fear; being alone.  During that year, I got the best grades in school, I spend more time with my family, I spend more time giving back, and the best part is I grew within. So, in the end it was living in Randolph was a growing experience; an experience I would do again, and a town I wish to never in again.

                                                  
                                                                    Alchemy

What is alchemy?

Maybe it's the only remedy 

That can treat me of this malady

Earth, Fire, Air, Water

Control by nature

From our creator

 Maybe it’s our savior

To drink this elixir

Maybe it will fix her

Since it’s made up of mixer

It’s more than just science

It’s a lot of people reliance

Has a little chemistry

With a dash of fantasy

Magic they said, magic

It fixes

It heal

It gives but also take

What is alchemy they ask?

  

               It's life