Sacraments Case

Switching high schools can be seen as a major event in someone's life but only for some can it be seen as sacramental. Switching schools induces a lot of stress and a lot of questioning of what is right. Most people cannot make a choice like this overnight and if this is not the right choice to make this can be a catastrophic choice. This is about stepping out of my comfort zone from the beginning and finding a way to return to what I felt was not only comfortable but right along with finding myself again. Making decisions that effected an entire family can be hard but crucial to the development of the family. Switching schools was easily the most sacramental event and best choice that I ever made.

My parents always told me that high school was my choice and I could go anywhere I wanted to go. My parents decided when I was in seventh grade that moving to Brookfield, WI, where my grade school was, was a good idea. A lot of my teachers recommended that I went to Brookfield East the school had a program that helped students who had test anxiety and did not do well in school because of this. I went from St. Dominic's, a little school of five hundred kids to Brookfield East, a school of easily two thousand. This was a big leap I apparently was not ready for. High School is supposed to be magical, all about finding yourself and learning who you really are, or that's what I thought as a freshman. I did none of these things. Instead I managed to lose myself, do badly in class, and was at a point where because of my GPA College would not be an option if things stayed the way that they were. I stuck it out my freshman year trying to prove to myself that this was a good school and I could do better. I was very wrong.

Three days before starting my sophomore year of high school at Brookfield East I told my parents that I wanted to transfer schools. My mom thought that I was crazy, while my dad thought it was a great idea. My dad only supported me because he never liked Brookfield East, and to be honest I do not know how much I liked it either. I did not feel like myself anymore at this school and was even further from figuring out who I really was. The next day my dad was on the phone with the people in admissions at Catholic Memorial High School, that day I also toured the school. The day after that I shadowed a girl I had gone to grade school with by the third day I had a schedule and had started to attend my classes at Catholic Memorial