Personal Narrative About Moving To Scott City, Kansas

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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.

Nobody really likes to move. At least, I know I don’t. We were living with my grandparents in Tashkent when I was in second grade. We moved into our house in Manhattan when I was about 9 years old. Life was going great. I had lots of good friends that I had been around for a lot. I really liked where we were living and I did not want to leave what I had always known.

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.

To know how much I have changed over the years, you should know how I was before I went to public school. I was a sheltered homeschooler, and I had very bad social skills. My parents knew this and that is part of the reason I’m at Remington. The other part is because math sucks. So let me start from the beginning of the story.

The year I switched schools will always be a year that I’ll remember. My parents had told me one day that they finally bought the house and that we will be moving in april. Of course, after I was told that, I knew if we moved I would have to go to a different school, and was already ready to go to reynolds. My parents had given me a choice to either move halfway through 7th grade, or in 8th grade. Of course, me being the cliche kid, I decided to move in the middle of 7th grade. However, I've learned that moving isn't as scary as it seems and it gives you insight on how teachers teach differently, and in their own way.

My family and I had just moved to sunny California because my hard working father just was offered a new job out there making new efficient solar panels. He was so excited about the job, almost as much as a kid in a candy store after drawn out conversations and some heated arguments my big family decided to maneuver our way into the Sunshine State.

Changing from a private middle school to a public high school was definitely a huge adjustment for me. Starting in high school was already a big enough adjustment, but switching to public school meant more obstacles for me, such as meeting new people, different types of rules and a new class schedule. The biggest obstacle for me was to understand all the different options for each class. In private school, the teachers never explained to me what AP and honor classes were or how it could help improve my transcript for applying to college. It was not until the end of sophomore year where I completely understood that AP classes were for college credit, but by then it was too late for me. I had already taken multiple classes that I could have possibly

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!

For more than a decade, I grew up around ringing slot machines and glaring casino lights. It was not like any other childhood environment, but then again, Las Vegas is not any other city. I was admittedly less serious about my education because I knew that students there usually attended one of two closeby colleges, so I did not see the purpose in challenging myself to pursue any other college. However, the decision to move to a new city and state came as a surprise when one day my dad suddenly told my family that he’d accepted a new job in Irvine that offered a higher salary. My first reaction was to be angry- I could not fathom leaving everything I’ve ever known: my friends, my school, my home. We left Las Vegas on June 8th, 2013, two days after my last day of freshman year of high school.

I have always cared too much of what others thought of me. With all that said, moving again did not sound like it was going to be fun. Moving was interrupting my sophomore year. High school kids can be brutal to new kids without ever getting to know them first. I even had a hard time making friends when I was in fifth grade when my family and I moved the first time to New Jersey. Before we even started packing up the house I was getting anxiety about not having any friends or anyone liking me at the new school. I told my parents time after time that I didn’t want to go anymore and that I wanted to stay here but of course all I was hearing from them was that I was going to be perfectly fine. How could they just assume that? I was also told the place we were moving to which was also a family farm my dad’s side of the family owned had no malls close. I really loved the fact I lived about 5 minutes from shopping centers and malls but now I was moving out in the middle of nowhere. The closest store were Meijer and family farm and home, not really my go to places to

In the heat of summer 2011, I moved from small town Statesboro, Georgia to Columbia, South Carolina. I was only six at the time, so I hadn’t really thought much about moving to a new house, new school, or even a whole other state. In actual fact, I was mostly enthusiastic about moving. This was a both positive and negative experience for my whole family. This was the year my whole life changed.

My first move was very rough moving away from everything I knew, to a whole new place I don't even know anything about.It took me a long time to know how to get around our city. Now I have to learn an entirely new place. It was everything I ever really knew, and then having to start over from the ground up . But, I guess it might be easier since I am a bit older so I might come to even better understanding of my surroundings. So we decided to move to Ohio, so we stayed in a camper in Logan,Ohio till we found a house to move into. It was different living in the camper we had no internet,no cable,and it was quite secluded.I guess you could say we were camping,but it wasn’t too bad.I got to read a lot of my books and take quiet walks it was very

When I was in the fifth grade, my father told me that I would be moving from my hometown, Abilene, to Belton. This was tough news for me. I had made close friends, lived in a house I felt safe in, and attended a school that I was comfortable in. This would be something totally new for me, as I would be leaving everything behind. While I knew this was a challenge, I would not allow it to break me down. I went into the transition with high spirits and a desire to learn something from it.