On the last day of classes, “See you later,” and “Have a nice break,” are frequently said by classmates. People ask about their friends’ plans for summer, make their own plans and count down the minutes until summer vacation. The final day of freshman year, I could do all of those things except for genuinely tell my friends that I would see them on the first day back to school at Mansfield High.

One would assume that moving schools stinks, and they would be 100 percent correct. Although I had a say in this whole decision of transferring, I admit that I was half-way guilted into it. My mom told me it would make things easier, my dad told me to listen to my heart, my friends from Mansfield told me to stay at Mansfield and my handful of friends from Legacy told me to transfer here; my head was spinning with all the supposed advice people gave me.

Mansfield Legacy High School and Mansfield High School are both high schools, in the same district, with a little less than 3 miles between the two. Yet these two campuses are far from identical. I had a lot of good friends at Mansfield High, whereas I had only a couple of real friends at Legacy. I had fallen in love with the choir program at Mansfield, but at Legacy I only knew the last name of the choir director. I knew how newspaper worked at Mansfield, but definitely didn’t know how to do anything in Legacy’s newspaper. Of course, the differences scared me.

I had finally gotten the MHS campus imprinted into my brain. It was familiar, along with the faces I had grown accustomed to seeing throughout the 9 months I roamed the hallways of Mansfield High. Familiar is comfortable and comfortable is good.

With Legacy, it’s a different story, Legacy is completely foreign, somewhat like a new, alien-inhabited planet. Prior to schedule pick up, I had been inside Legacy only once. While all of my new classmates knew exactly how to navigate through the oddly labeled hallways to get to the classes they were dreading, I had next to no clue what floor I was on the majority of the time. Different people walked around the school next to me, an entire new set of teachers, new traditions, I could go on for centuries. I feel like a freshman all over again. This foreign atmosphere makes me feel uncomfortable, but to be honest with everyone, including myself, uncomfortable is good too.

Life is not comfortable, but it shouldn’t be, comfortable is boring. Life is full of uncomfortable surprises, some are good, some are bad. Whether it’s pleasantly uncomfortable or not, people should make the most out of them, and that is exactly what I’m going to do here at Legacy. Make the most of the uncomfortable surprises, learn to handle them, but most of all, have a good time while I adjust to my new uncomfortable life.