My Life In New Hampshire-Personal Narrative

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

I moved to Connecticut in the September of 2008 because my Dad had a job transfer. This was around the time that I started the second grade. I was introduced to so many people and they were all so nice to me. Six years later, I made countless friends and started to feel like Connecticut was where I wanted to stay forever. But in December of 2014, my Dad got a phone call from a company in South Jersey and they wanted him to work for them. At first, he worked 3 days in Camden, and the rest of the week in Connecticut. That was difficult though because we did not get to see him as often as we wanted to. My parents then sat my brother and I down and asked us if we wanted to move to South Jersey. I did not know what to think. After six years, I loved living in Connecticut and I wanted to stay there. They told us that it would be a lot easier to move down to Jersey instead of my dad traveling every week. My brother and I both agreed that this is what we are going to have to do. I can still remember that day though. It seemed liked the world was going to a scorching end. At least my world was. I started to tell my friends that

The only state I have ever known as home is North Carolina. I was born and raised in Charlotte and the only time I have ever moved away was last year to start a new chapter of my life as a college student. Growing up in Charlotte has had such an impact on what I plan to do with my future. As a young child I always thought of Charlotte as the next best thing to New York City. I shortly realized after visiting that was not quite the case. New York City introduced me to a new world of opportunity.

The cultural events in a person's life shape them into the person they are today. Throughout a person's life they experience events that change them culturally. These events can be either positive or negative. I went through a cultural experience when I went from Maine to Maryland.

Every single person has their own unique identity and culture.At first when I moved to Lafayette from my hometown it was like being a White Tiger around all regular tigers.I didn't really fit in and I kinda stood out because I wasn't from Lafayette.I moved to Lafayette from my hometown in the summer of 2015.My cultural identity fits me because of my accent.

When I was one, I couldn't do half the amount of activities and operations I could do today. This is how I've grown to eleven and predictions on what it will be like in ten years.

There are many stories I could tell or different topics I could talk about that are important to me. Some funny, some sad, and some I can not put an emotion with because they are a combination of many. Millinocket, Maine, for those who do not know, is a small town that was the result of the Great Northern Paper Mill which started over a hundred years ago. The Paper Mill that created the town no longer exists, but Millinocket is trying to bring as much business as possible to replace what was lost. Although the town is struggling, it is a great place to be and contributing to its future was a big part of my life while I was there.

East Coast is known for so many different things; people, history, fashion, stores, and heritage. But the most recent trend is desserts. Desserts can be sweet, savory, healthy or unhealthy. Desserts make people feel happy especially east coasters.

When I was little my family and I lived in the small city of Elmira, New York. I remember one of the problems there was that I almost never got to see my dad. The job had required him to commute a long distance everyday, causing him to leave early in the morning, and come home late at night. Even when he managed to get home early he was tired and couldn’t do much. Eventually we moved to Connecticut where we lived in two different places. Living in Connecticut was a little better than living in New York. My dad’s job was a somewhat closer than before. For some reason, life in Connecticut seemed dull to me as a child. To this day I don’t remember anything really fun about living in Connecticut. Our first house had a gigantic downhill driveway

In 1752 at the age seventeen years, I was a destitute living in Scotland, Ireland. With no real skill-trade or education I had high ambitions to become a collective dependant, hoping to achieve a stable lively-hood in the New World. I lost most of my loved sickness. The only few relatives remaining were as impoverished as myself. Fearing there would be no prospect of a better life in Scotland I contracted myself as an indentured servant in exchange for passage to the New World. I and many others boarded a merchant ship that specialized in the trade of textiles and dress making. It was in the interest of the captain to keep us fed and in decent health to be sold for profit to proprietors in the colonies. Our voyage to New York would take 8-9

For the first 16 years of my life I lived in a small town in Wisconsin. I’ve gone to the same school district until high school. My parents and I then decided it was time to make a change. The mountains are a big part of my life, I am snowboarder, so overall we decided to move to Washington state.

The government had been taking people for as long as I could remember. The people they take never come back, though it's common knowledge where they go. The destination of those who disappear is always the same: a large underground city named Haven. It was said that Haven ran underneath the entire continent, and that no one ever left. I didn't know if any of the rumors were true, but I was about to find out. I was sitting in the back of a black van, wrists and ankles tied with zip ties. In that moment, I was sincerely sad that I was unable to pull off some awesome stunt where I would rip the zip ties and jump out of the moving van. As the van lumbered down the road, all I could think was that I was surely headed to the worst hell imaginable.

During my junior year in high school, I took a school trip to Ireland, Wales, and England. When I left Vermont, I was a shy person. I wasn’t the type of person who would approach a stranger on the street and ask for directions. Neither was I the kind of person who crosses a crosswalk without the sign signaling that I could do so, even if there were no cars in sight. On my trip, I found myself doing these things, and more. I could mingle with people I hardly knew. I could eat foods without worrying about every ingredient. Somehow, I found the strength to raise my voice in a group of a dozen people and take control of a rapidly deteriorating situation as we got lost in one of the largest cities in the world, certainly larger than Burlington.

My home, Plymouth, Wisconsin, is a typical midwestern town located about 15 miles west of Lake Michigan and 45 minutes north of Milwaukee. With a miniscule population of about 8,400 people, it radiates peace and humility. An accurate description to capture the essence of my place include the words small, farms, corn, cows, cheese, hills, calm, and friendly.

I’ve lived in three different states and attended six schools over the past eight years. Relocating from Texas to Michigan, and later Michigan to Georgia were big adjustments for me. I missed my friends and close relatives. However, I knew I had to make the best of my circumstances. Through these experiences, I began to learn to be more flexible, become more open-minded to different traditions, and be adventurous in different parts of the country-I played volleyball, joined a dance team, and even went skiing! At school, I also focused on excelling in my classes and challenge myself like I did when adjusting to a new town.