Personal Narrative: Am I Moving To High School?

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.

My transition into high school was as easy as taking a breath. I had always found school quiet easy and I never had to put much effort into getting promising grades. Before high school I had my whole life figured out, or at least I thought I did. I had planned that I would attend a law school or major in English. After a while of being in high school I started to realize many things. My parents did not have the financial stability to send me to a law school, I was not as smart as all the other kids, little by little I began struggling with a negative mentality about myself and my future. I slowly let go of my dream of becoming a lawyer and decided to join the Health Careers Academy. Soon enough, I began to have a deep interest in the medical field but then again I continued to have the same question; how can I afford going to a medical school? I did not know much about college or what it took to get into college. I assumed I just had to have a pretty transcript and that was all it took. My self confidence began to lower as I saw how other students cruised through their high school years so effortlessly. I never wanted to ask for help because I did not want to seem “dumb”. I would bite my tongue and hold in all the unanswered questions I had. My junior year, I was having a very difficult time. I had a tight schedule which consisted of almost all AP or honors courses. I slowly began to give up because I did not believe that I could do it. I let my grades slip failing almost

The hum of fans, the spinning of the disk in its tray. Sitting on my soccer ball beanbag chair that I got for my 11th birthday with a controller in my hands. As a kid, in Washington state, on school days we were not allowed to play video games during the week. Summer was the break from school and the time for lots and I mean lots of video games.  Before I could hit that power button, I had to do something I despised, hated, and avoided like it was the plague. I… had… to… read.

After waiting eight extensive years in elementary school and middle school, I was finally going to go to a new high school. I felt extremely scared, it felt as if I actually had butterflies in my stomach. I was excited to go to the large new building but it almost looked too big.

After Lincoln, it was time to move schools again. John Adams was connected to the High School, so it was a nerve-racking transition. All the kids already attending John Adams were bigger than me, and this was the first time I would have to constantly switch classes throughout the day.

We were both sophomores, and happy to be out of the terrible freshmen initiation year. I followed her into the middle of the hallway where we leaned against a heavy pillar, waiting for our advanced ILA class, or as some people call it, Group Therapy, to start. I ran my hands through my short edgy bob of curly hair and took in my surroundings:

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.

As I rolled over to shut off the cacophonous sound that came from my iPod, realization hit me hard and I gasped in excitement for what would take place today, and fell off the bed in a moment of elation. Today I would be getting braces, and I couldn’t wait until they were on. I continued to lie on the floor, not wanting to get up from my comfortable, yet awkward, position next to my bed, as well as thinking about how “amazingly awesome” this would be, until I got snapped out of my thoughts as I heard my mother yelling at me from the kitchen.

First day of sixth grade is a very big and exciting day for everyone. But, for me it was a day that I was not ready for . Over the summer of 2013 I moved from Orlando and I knew that I would be miserable. The next three years of my life would create the foundation I would have for the rest of years to come. Going to a new school, with new people, in a new town is something that nobody looks forward to. But what I was most afraid of were the “cliques”.

September 2nd 1958 it’s my first day of fifth grade and I had just moved to a new house, new town, and new school. I woke up excited to go to my new school,new friends, and a new start. I got up and got ready to start my my first day. I put on my favorite shirt and skirt with my new long white socks. I put my hair into two braids and tied two bright red ribbons in, to match my skirt. I ran down the stairs grabbed my backpack and bursted through the door. I didn’t even stop to eat anything or even grab my bag lunch. As I got on the bus I didn’t know anyone so i sat by myself in the fourth seat and sat quietly as i looked out the window.

I just moved to a new town and i’m not the social type. I’m used to moving almost every year we move, but this year my dad said that we would stay (I don’t believe him), I just make friends and have fun then we moved. So this time I might make a few friends. Its the beginning of fall so I guess I get to start over like everyone else (I guess). So that means school is just around the corner so I guess it's time to start making friends.

High school was a successful journey for me. I thought I would become someone successful by the time I was 23 years of age. I had done everything right and did my home work and never went to parties like most of the other teenagers in school. Then I met a girl and she became pregnant. My dream was to attend a school out of state. After learning of having a child I decided to attend college in state. In the year 2005, I moved to Pueblo, Colorado with my infant daughter and my girlfriend, who was also the mother of my child. I was not only going to college full time but I was also working full time to support my family. While in school, I began to struggle due to the fact I was working full time and helping to take care of my daughter. My grades

Six years ago, I was in 6th grade. It was midway of first semester. I had done really well my first

The memory that would remain with me until death would be, the first time I got bullied. My family had moved to a new place, which meant a new school and unfamiliar people for me. Life was awful and so many times I wanted to quit. I still have a vivid image of that incident. The bits I remember was that there were 2 girls in about grade 8 or 9 that would glare at me in such a peculiar way, that I would pee in my pants. After some time they would bump into me and drop my notebooks on the floor, saying I looked like an Asian and should go back and rot in China. But, that was not the end.

Ariel is a 16 year old girl who have to finish 3 more years of high school but a big impact happen on her, she had to move from London to Australia while in another place, another time, another day a boy name Kai who is also 16 year old was complaining to his mom that he did not do anything bad at school that made him got kicked out of the school. So Kai and his family had to move to Australia. Both of their moving days were on February 14 and it was the same day when they both met each other.