My Life Of The Sixth Grade

Growing up in Chicago, I attended a neighborhood school from preschool through first grade. Although it was an exceptional school for elementary kids, the education for middle school and high school students was not as adequate. Seeking a better place to raise their children, my parents were faced with a tough choice. When I was in 2nd grade, our family made the decision to move to the suburbs. On July 3rd, we all packed into our Honda minivan and drove 45 minutes to a new home in the town of Winnetka. Within my first year at Crow Island, my new school, I learned so many new things. I started playing the violin and speaking Spanish, neither of which were offered at my old school. I met my best friends that I'm still close with now. Over the

As we arrive to Chicago, I began to see tall skyscrapers, which I was very afraid of, I was always afraid of them falling. It was a totally different world, and atmosphere for me. I remember getting my first bite of pizza, and simply just puking it right back out because my body was not used to it, at that time I had no idea that pizza in a couple of years would become one of my favorite foods. After living in Chicago for about a year my family decided to move to Miami, Florida, just because the Chicago weather for us was too cold and windy. In Florida I went to my first year of school in the U.S, not being able to speak english was a major problem. This problem caused me to be held back in 1st grade. After about a year we moved again,because the weather in Florida was too hot. This time we moved to Ohio, a place I have called home for about 10

At first, my reaction was somewhat neutral, not even panic or shivering. I didn?t know how to feel. I didn?t immediately realize the effects that this major change would have on me. I mean that I cannot believe right away, this happens too fast. I didn?t know how it would feel to live in a completely different country and new house. I didn?t instantly acknowledge the effect that leaving my friends would have on me. I didn?t anticipate the constant emotional frustration of being forced to leave my closest friends. I didn?t know how it would feel to be the new kid in school. I did not even know how to speak and write English at that time. I cannot image that I have to restart everything in my life. And I was too scared to think about the difficulty to fit with all the new things around.

I’ve lived in Mayville for the last eight months, and I’ve learned more history about this

I was in second grade, we were living in Searcy at the time, and I loved my home. I never wanted to leave. I felt safe there, at my home.

Moving is usually always stressful time for anyone, but i feel that it would be a better situation for my in the long run then staying here. You know it’s way better and that

We were middle class, a very average family. The environment surrounding my family during that time was actually very civilized. Hardly no crime, amiable people and we got close with the neighbors and became very involved with their lives and they became involved in ours. I started attending Yeager Elementary. I really feel for that school because that is the place where I met most of the people I still talk to till this very day, it has a notable place in my heart, I can never forget my third through fifth grade years. I also started attending Tom Browne Middle School. Tom Browne was viewed as an average school, but, to some, it was a “low class”

The look on Carol’s face when I walked in to her house was a treat. She asked what I had been up to. I filled her in on all of the gory details and told her that I was leaving Fayetteville and heading to California. We talked for an hour or so; the

Growing up as a child, I was different from the rest of the kids in my current community. I grew up in a tiny religious dot, barely recognizably on a map; West Union, Ohio. I moved to Cincinnati shortly before my first grade year, but I can visually account for many memories that were created during my first portion of life in West Union.

Looking back at it, moving from the Rockwall/Rowlett area to little Caddo Mills was a major culture shock (even if it was only a 30 minute drive). My 5-year-old, carefree self had no idea though. My first day of Kindergarten, in August of 2003, is the day I met the people who are like family now. I didn’t realize it then, or even in middle school with all the dumb drama, but my peers are some of the most amazing people I

I first started attending Morgan Owens Elementary School in the third grade. Changing schools was great for my reading and writing skills, but I had

In August, I will be leaving this town for, what I'm presuming to be, the last time. I will be moving back across the sea, to Cobham, England, a town outside of London.

As we were hauling boxes out to the moving van, my mom was sitting in the dining room on the only chair that was left inside, looking very focused and determined to find information to ease our worries and encourage us to be more excited to move. Signs of frustration were starting to show on her face when the school website wasn’t giving her the information she had wanted, however she didn’t turn off the phone yet. With fake enthusiasm she told me to come over to her, attempting to tell me how great the new school and California was going to be. “You are going to meet great new friends and I know, in a couple of months, you will be thankful for this adventure because you will be happy there, we have a neighborhood pool and a community center,

My 7th grade year I moved to Conway, AR with my mama Monique, her husband Shane, and my three brothers Lil Shane, Manny, Eli. My dad Demontrel also lived in Conway but he stayed across town. Everything about Conway was bigger from the schools, stores, and

It's obvious then that you have started to appreciate everything you had back where you belong.