Moving To School-Personal Narrative

I really enjoy doing my homework and learning but, I hate going to school to learn and get my homework. I moved to Vermont after eighth grade because my father got to move higher up at work. I don't know a lot about his job but, I didn't have a say. Back at home in Mississippi I didn't have a lot of friends. I had one named Lucy but when I told her I was going to move she said we weren't friends anymore. I'm starting high school now and I'm so scared to start over again. I love my new room the view is very pretty but, tonight I hate it because tomorrow is my first day of school.

I moved to the United States in 2003 to live with my mother who then resided in the country for five years. The thought of escaping the war in Monrovia was thrilling but I soon realized that my country’s war was not my only battle. After my arrival into America, I was faced with oncoming waves of challenges. The war had prevented me from attending school for two consecutive years. The knowledge I had was incomparable to that of my peers. My inability to speak English, along with the overwhelming burden of my native tongue made learning in a new American school difficult. I was a foreigner left to present my capabilities clearly through black lenses with no words spoken depicting that I came from a third-world country. I accepted these faults

Times were tough when I was 8 years old. However, it was at this time that my mum decided that it would be best for us to move out from our house and change my schools. An obnoxious bar just completed construction across the road and the presence of such homeless and corrupt men would only hinder my growth. That is what my single mum, that had to look after me and my two sisters, thought. But then again, who would think that living in downtown alleyways would be a promising idea for a single mum with three kids.

It is pretty cool that you had the same teacher for three years and that you liked her. It is nice to be reminded that there are teachers who care so much about their students and it is sweet that she wrote you letters over summer break. She is definitely a teacher that leaves a memorable impression on her students. It is too bad that college was a lot more difficult than you expected, but congratulations on deciding to go back and finish. I honestly do not know if I would be able to go back to school after stopping, however, maybe after discovering that I need an education in order to move up in my career then possibly my opinion would be different. I agree that this program is a lot of work, yet there is no doubt that it pays off.

Coming to a new school from a different city usually is a pretty nerve wracking experience, but Reece White, Junior, has fit into Topeka High like it’s no problem.

Being homeschooled until I entered the fifth grade, I probably wouldn’t keep the friends or the attitude I retain to this day. One quality you definitely would see if I didn’t transfer into public school is how shy I was. I wouldn’t have seen people the way I did, or acted around others the way I had. Had it not been for the journey of going from kindergarten to being homeschooled and finally to being in public school in the fifth grade, I would be someone completely different. I mean, my first day of school in kindergarten I stabbed another kid with a pencil for taking my lego block. But fifth grade became a whirlwind of new things, I didn’t even know about cliques at the time. When I got into public school is when I met Just-Ice (Justice) who has had that nickname since fifth grade. He and Leon were my only two friends back then. Leon and I underwent a falling out though and we stopped talking as much. But when sixth grade came around, I began to get to know Jesse and a good portion of my good friends today. Swapping school types again later on in life

It all started on a Friday the day I got off for spring break. I had just got home from school and I had went up to my room to get on my IPad and texting my friends to hang out with some friends. Then, around 4:00 my parents had come up to my room all happy and excited to tell me the greatest news ever. Then, they say, “We are moving to Findlay.” At first, I thought they were joking, but then they keep saying they were not joking about anything and I really just didn’t know what to say about this. I started to ask why we would ever move away and they said “your father got a job transfer.” Then I started to think about it and I just didn’t want to do this at all. Then for the rest of the day I just sat up in my room trying not to think about

The school year of 2014-2015, I went to Clifton-Clyde Middle School. At the beginning I was very shy and confused because I didn't know where all of the classes were. The first time I met most of my friends was when we had volleyball practice a couple days before school had started. All I would wonder and worry about is if I would fit in. Now this is my second year at Clifton-Clyde. I feel happy and joyful with all of my friends! In the end, you shouldn't be afraid of what other people think and be yourself!

I made the personal choice to come back to school, based on an injury; that happened in winter of, 2015-2016. It was a decision that was made because of talking to a University I wanted to go to. I was told, it was my best route to return to Halton to upgrade my marks, and apply when I finish my upgrading. The decision was also made on something I thought I wanted to do a long time ago, back in high school. In high school, I went a different path in college, and with the injury, I was able to return to the path I wanted to take. Plus I learned, I now have the maturity and, confidence to go into the program, I originally wanted. Plus some of my past education brought me back to this path for success.

We just moved to a new house and, we're at a new school. Hopefully, the people at the school are nice. If so then I'll ignore them, or try to help them, I don’t know which. I guess only time will tell.

I found myself interested in business in my sophomore year of high school. At that time, my family and I just moved to America and even though that was a positive change for us, it cost us stability and financial security we had back in Russia. My father is a perspective market systems worker who was always chased by big companies that prosper in that field. After we moved, I saw him desperately trying to find a job, but even though our parents were stressed out about our future here, in America, they never showed that to my younger brother or me, thinking that the stress we got at our new schools was already too much. They were right, however, all their attempts to limit the stress made me only more curious about the financial situation in

For as long as I have been in school, I have never lived in the same house for more than a year. There was always something new, and for all of the different parts of town in which we moved, that something new was me. I had an abundant amount of opportunities to be someone else, to create a person people would want to get to know. However, that almost never worked out the way I hoped.

I interviewed Brynn Hegg. Bynn has had many challenges in her life one being switching schools when she was 10. Meeting new friends,messing up,and getting lost are all things a new kids experience.

I went to Kindergarten, first and second grade in Kings Mountain. My mom was my first grade teacher. It was kind of weird for my mom to be my teacher. I felt like she was harder on me that the others. I know she just expected a lot from me. The summer after 2nd grade, my family moved to Beaufort. It was really hard at first starting a new school where I didn’t know anyone. It was hard to make new friends and missed my old friends and family so much! Since moving to Beaufort, I have been able to make good friends, learn to surf, start art classes, learn how to sew, and play in the band. My favorite thing about Beaufort is that it is so pretty. We can get to the beach really fast, and go whenever we want! Moving to Beaufort helped

“BEEP, BEEP, BEEP”! As soon as I heard my alarm, I then realized it was time for me to get up and moving. It was 6am and I was extremely tired. Because of going to sleep around 2am, I felt the need to lie back down just for five minutes. The time was awfully going by slow, because I kept checking the time to see if the minutes were up yet. As the time went by, those minutes were up and I then decided to get up and moving to get ready for school.