My Most Embarrassing Stage Of My Life

Just recently, I found out I was moving to another state. Knowing I have to leave everything behind was awful. I was halfway through eighth grade, starting the second semester, and I was doing great. My grades were all A’s and I was happy there with all my friends, Amber, Marianna, and Makayla. Our house was decent, my sister and I both had our own rooms anything I would ever wish for. My dad had been promoted to another job, where he was going to get paid more than what he was currently earning. It was an amazing opportunity for my family. I was glad for my dad, but I still felt bad for myself.

Now, here I am, a junior at Mineola High School, and I feel ready for whatever will come after high school. As I try to figure out what I want to do with my future, I now know how much I love travelling and people and hope my career includes that. Moving helped me see my flaws and strengths. It helped me recognize that I am sometimes too diffident and circumspect. While in Mineola, I managed to ameliorate my social skills enough to be voted by my classmates as “Class Favorite” and have also joined activities I normally would have been too shy to take part

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 the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

I have some news for you… You’re not going to like it”. The hardest thing for me yet, is trying to fit in. So, coming home to a parent saying we’re moving was amazing news, I couldn’t be happier. But, moving school districts was going to be a very hard obstacle to maneuver around. One year later, coming home from work, my father came up to me and told me he got a promotion in his job. I was thrilled for him, after that he told me we have to move again, this time to Texas. This is not what I had in mind, however, I still was happy for him and expected myself to accept the idea of making more friends in a different state.

“Where the hell is Flower Mound?” I’d usually respond with, “Somewhere around Dallas I think.” I didn’t want to say anything about it, so I only told my closest friends and kept it a secret at school. After hearing about us leaving, I gave up on school. My straight A’s eventually ended up turning into F’s. “You realize that the whole point of this is to give us better opportunities, and one of those includes your new school?” I responded with, “Yeah but it doesn’t matter because we’re moving.” I could see the utter disappointment in her face. I was too ignorant to realize Flower Mound would be a better place for us. I was too hung up on the fact that I was forced into making a new start for myself. I just started seventh grade, which in California is the start of middle school. I felt that me having to move when I just started making friends, and adjusting to a new atmosphere, was selfish. Then again that was just me caring about

Who would have known traveling could be such a hassle? Especially when moving from Wilson, North Carolina to boring Goldsboro. Especially when having strict parents, an annoying sister, a spoiled brother and an innocent me stuffed in a van, just to move only 26.4 miles. Moving cannot be that dreadful, I tried considering to myself. Making new friends and memories are not the worst thing in the world. There was only one slight problem …school. It was fall of third grade and everything was different. From math to English to science, concepts were thrown at me that I was so sure that I had never seen at my previous school. So at first sight of trouble, I turned to my parents, but only to end up with a frustrated me and a very agitated mother.

It was all downhill from elementary school. No, my grades didn’t drop and I didn’t become a street rat, but socially, junior high single handedly ruined my social life. But from before I even stepped foot on the premises, I was destined to an awkward, mute, and sidelined three years: seventh grade, eighth grade, and freshman year. My elementary school, Central Road, was made up of two groups of kids, those who would go to Carl Sandburg, and those who would go to Plum Grove; and my tight knit group of friends would be cut in half when it came time for the split. Although there was more than 100 students who would be moving on to one of these schools, I was one of only 20 who would be attending Plum Grove starting in the fall. Of course, my

In reality, I was terrified of leaving the only friends, style of schooling, and life experiences I had ever known. My graduating eighth grade class was a whole fifteen students, and my kindergarten through twelfth grade school had a total number of 150

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

I complained to mother every day about her being so impulsive and leaving without consulting any of us about it first; and how now my life will be forever ruined because there was no possible way I could make all new friends in such a short time. I texted my dad asking to take us back and how mom is never home, always working, and there's never even anything to eat. He always told me that he was working on it. My mother was way ahead of me as she had always been in trying to make the move more conducive for us. I got enrolled into a Youth Center where numerous children from the surrounding schools went to mingle: somewhat of a teen club. In those prime years, bullying runs rapid. I still remember on my first day being dropped off, hearing the car door slam shut, and how my feet grew heavy carrying them to the door. As I walked in I was greeted by my counselor Jennifer who looked the same age as me. She saw the reluctance on my face and offered a tour. I declined, and of course chose the corner with a table and socket to charge my

Every word regarding the move got me so morose. I began to slow down every day and although I tried to treasure each moment I had left, when I got home nothing helped. I remember in the month of April of the year 2015 I came home and began to cry and my parents scolded me and called me names and I did not understand why. What they didn’t understand is that I was in an amazing private school in Nutley, New Jersey. That school had so many opportunities that I had took and made me into the intelligent young woman I am today. I had finally arrived to Deltona, Florida and started my sophomore year at University High School. I went from going to a private school that went from kindergarten to senior year of high school with only about 400 students to a high school with about 4,000 students. It was a very overwhelming position to be in. I did all I could to get back on my feet and bounce back from the heart-breaking scenario. I was approached one school day by my guidance counselor and was told if I would like, I qualified for early graduation. My face had never been that bright and eyes filled with amazement and tears of joy ever before. I quickly gathered all my information and scurried to my proceeding

When I think about an event that sticks out in my mind as one that was very important in my life, I think about changing schools in the seventh grade. About halfway through my middle school career, I became very unhappy at my school and with life in general. Upon discussing with my parents, we made the decision that I would switch schools and embark on a new journey in hopes to appease my unhappy soul. At first, I felt as if a new school would not help; little did I know what a profound change it would have on my life.

I was born and raised in a small town Valley Stream located in Long Island. I have been living in New York for the past 18 years of my life. Most of my friends I have known since pre-k and junior high school. We were well known around town, we were the “popular” kids. Everybody loved the way we dressed, we got into everybody party, nobody had problems with us. Life was interesting, most of the time we had planned on the weekends. If not, my house was the hang out spot if nothing was happening. When my friends came home from school, we would all meet at my house and catch up. Or when they get off of work at midnight they would stop by and we would chill and grab some food. My Mom knew all my friends, she liked them they were respectful. She didn’t have a problem with me hanging around any of them because we never caused trouble. One evening, she texted me a picture of a house saying, “I like this house.” I replied, “Why?” She said, “I think we’re going to move.” I brushed the idea off until

It was in December, during my Christmas vacation, when I decided to start looking for a summer job. There were many options but the job I decided to apply for was a position as a lifeguard at a waterpark. I filled out an application and was accepted almost immediately. The only thing left was the lifeguard training; little did I know that it was going to be an experience I would never forget.