Moving To Bethlehem: A Short Story

Right when I became into knowing the school better, I had to transfer to another middle school. I was happy and sad but mostly sad. Happy because I was going to meet new people but sad because I had wanted to graduate with my friends. And the mixed emotions started all over again. I could tell you from my personal experience that making an identity from scratch takes a lot of time and courage. But tell you the truth I liked the new middle school rather than the earlier one. I made lots of friends and even joined the student council. I had also joined the basketball team. Helping the school and the community is my type of thing.

A few months after Shayla was born my family decided to move to Canal Winchester. This was a big deal because moving means a new school. The next school year Desiree, James, and I were going to Tussing Elementary. We went there for a year and while I was there I was able to make dean’s list. The following year we were moved to Pickerington Elementary due to Tussing being overcrowded. After 4th grade I went to Diley Middle School, and while I was there I was able to have a spectacular time at Outdoor Edu. Before the school year was up my family moved to Reynoldsburg. When the school year was about to start I learned that I was going to be going to Lakeview Junior high instead of Ridgeview. The transition was much harder for me this time than

It was a complete transition from inner city schools to the rural countryside, this school was a turning point on respective of my previous school's education, the school curriculum was alien to me as was agriculture, school sports, cross-country running, the teacher that taught Agriculture, also taught Physical Training. It's hard to explain, coming from the inner city, and all of a sudden you’re plowing your first furrow with a cultivator, this was a totally new concept for me, the school had a snack bar that opened twice a day, and all in all, school was not too bad after all.

The first four years of elementary, I attending two different schools in Eudora, Arkansas where I live. The first school I attending was Eudora G.C. Johns Elementary School. I think I was at that school for half of my kindergarten year before it was shut down & we relocated to Eudora High School for lower elementary kids. The Eudora High School students were then transferred to Lakeside High School to further their education & to graduate. The Eudora School District & Lakeside School District had combined. Therefore when we were done with our Third grade year we had to go to Lakeside to finish Fourth grade through Twelfth grade. Which was a dramatic change, I was new there but I wasn't alone. My cousin Makiya went to that school, we grew up

My choice of changing schools was a very difficult decision to make. Although I was bullied at my old school, I still had a really good friend I had to leave behind. Fortunately, we are still as close as ever today. Even though I was 8 years old, switching schools was one of the most important decisions I have made in my life so far. If i didn’t switch, I don’t know where I would be or what I would be doing today. My life became significantly better after the change and I spent the rest of my elementary school years as a happy kid with no

As a young child, moving to different schools each year was fun. For one reason: I was oblivious to what I would be leaving behind because the excitement of getting new things was always better than sticking to what I was used to. Each time I had to introduce myself to the class, my name was all that I said. After about five seconds of telling the class of my

In my younger years of attending elementary school were always difficult. I was constantly moving schools I never had the opportunity to fully

The school was so much different from what I was used to. I went from wearing uniforms to having to wear casual clothes. I never felt so out of place than I did that first two weeks in school. I felt a stranger. My classmates saw me as this strange small girl with a weird accent who emigrated from Africa. I wanted to go back to my old school, to where I belonged. I wanted this nightmare to be over. When I finally realized that this was my new life, I decided to learn how to adjust the next year and fit in with everyone else.

On March 2013, I moved away from the city that never sleeps into a small quiet town by the name of West Haven. Transitioning for me wasn’t very that difficult. After all change for me was necessary. As a child I always hoped that there would be more for me than the streets of New York City. After all I didn’t fit in. Everybody was so spread out and didn’t really know much about each other. I mean you had friends but there was nobody to talk to afterschool. I craved something more than that. I craved to create bonds with somebody that was outside my family, and outside of school.

Starting in sixth grade, my classmates seldom varied. My class sizes were small, I knew all the members of administration, lunch ladies, and bus drivers (most by a first name basis). Because of this, I felt like I was a part of the community and I enjoyed that. I was popular, well liked, and had a wide range of friends; all in all, I liked high school. Choosing to leave this setting and going to Pathways was a decision that surprised many people. I am enjoying my time at MWCC but I do miss the sense of community spirit, familiarity, and long term friendships that my high school offered. Oakmont resembled a small village and now I do not have that at MWCC. However, that is not to say that I do not enjoy the change I’ve made. I am ready to transition to a more mature academic setting. I would welcome more general student body classes and less Pathway classes; I feel ready to mix with older student and have a variety of experiences that that setting would

When I was a younger I went to a school called Centerville Jr High. I remember starting school there and being very nervous to start my seventh grade school year because I didn't have very many friends at that school. Over the course of three years, that I spent at Centerville Jr. High, I was able to meet a lot of new people and make a lot of new friends. But moving forward in my life I had to make a decision that influenced my family and me in a very big way. In this paper, I argue that the decision to transfer to a different high school, and start all over again, was one of the most influential decisions that I have ever had to make.

I’m sure someone has asked them self what it would be like to go to a whole new school at one point in their life, especially if they did not like their school much. I certainly had, but I most definitely not expecting to. Going from a private school like Jackson Academy to a small public school like Puckett High School was a big change, and there were a lot of contrasts between the two schools. The three most important differences between Jackson Academy were the size, dress code, and education.

After the interesting time that was elementary school, the change to the intermediate school was not an unwelcome one. In fact, I was rather excited to pass on to the newly redone and recently renamed Lincoln Intermediate school. It was a time of change and that was exciting and terrifying. The first year of band, me newly on my trombone with only a few lessons of experience from the summer, four times as many kids my age for me to get to know, and a larger school. Needless to say it was a time to feel anxious.

Bethlehem is located in a Palestinian town that is south of Jerusalem on the West Bank and the celebrated birthplace of Jesus Christ (Luke 2:4-25 NIV). Most identify Bethlehem as the birthplace of Jesus where Mary gave birth there in a cave, shepherds worshiped over Jesus and the Three Wise Men paid their respects with gifts (Luke 2:4-7 NIV). Bethlehem’s first mention was in (Genesis 35:19 NLT) giving homage to Rachel. The manger is still visited underneath the Basilica of the Nativity, the oldest church in the Christian world. Its religious significance is to the Christian religion and home to the largest Palestinian communities in the Middle East. The name Bethlehem means “House of Bread” in Hebrew and Arabic, and the scene of very important

It was a bitter January day when I walked into W.H Morden- my old elementary school. I spent half of my pre-adolescence days there; while I attended, I participated in a range of extra curricular activities- you name it, and I probably managed to juggle it. Anything from: track and field, the eco team, the volleyball team, basketball team, and refereeing school games in my spare time. That year, I managed to graduate grade 8 with a drama award, and how I managed to balance all of that, I do not know. However, that day I was there for a completely different reason. It had been a few years since I had been back last, and a lot had changed. This was no longer the school I had remembered, instead, it was