If I said I didn’t have to overcome multiple challenges during my four years of high school, I’d be lying to myself. High school had a lot of meaning for different people. Still, I specifically define high school as a roller coaster of emotions that prepares you for the outside world, both educationally and emotionally.
I moved to the U.S. a few months before my first year of high school. Trying to cope with a new environment was very difficult at the time, but somehow I managed to survive. I was nervous on my first day of high school, but when I got to school, I experienced something completely different; it was nothing compared to my home country of Nigeria. I cherished every aspect of it until I realized that the most dreadful experience is not solitude but being in the company of people who make you feel isolated. I had no one to sit with during lunch, although we were all freshmen; people had already made their bonds during the orientation, which I did not attend, and I felt singled out. I had no friends, and it took a heavy toll on my emotions. Is this the new normal? Will I ever have people to call friends? Will I be very lonely till the end of high school? I felt out of place and like I did not belong. This realization made me homesick because it was extremely easy to socialize at home, and I just didn’t know how to make friends because I was shy. After weeks of loneliness and silent depression, I came across a kind-hearted individual; although he left the U.S. for his home country after 9th grade, he holds a special place in my heart.
During one of our classes, he approached me. Initially, I thought I was about to get bullied because of my quiet nature, but he was nice; he offered me help on one of the assignments I was having difficulties with; we talked, and he exchanged numbers with me. After this exchange, my heart leaped for joy. I felt like I had finally found someone I could relate to and have fun with, but I was also defensive because the encounter seemed skeptical. Days later, I said to him, “Why did you decide to sit with me that day?” He said that when I first came to the United States, someone did that for me, and this is my way of returning the favor. It felt like a massive load of loneliness was taken off my chest, and I finally felt at home for the first time in five months. Some months passed by, and we became very close friends. He invited me to play soccer with him, and we also went shopping a few times together. Time for a new project group in 9th grade had approached, and I got placed with him and two other strangers. We grew together as a group and as friends, and we laughed, conversed, and got our work done on time. Everything was good until the day of our project exhibition. Schools were going out for spring break, and we never got to return in person for a long time because of the pandemic. I consider that day to be a noteworthy moment, as it was the last time I could see him before he departed for his home country.
Now, we’re all at different colleges in the U.S., pursuing our aspirations. I’m very grateful to meet them because, through their help, I was able to overcome loneliness, homesickness, and depression.