Personal Narrative Essay : Moving Out From My School

Have you ever been in a really tough position because of a friend? I can say that I have and learned a valuable lesson about trust. My story goes back into sixth grade, back when I was wimpy twelve year old. When I look at my trust issues today, a lot of it comes from my experience at that specific time and place. I think it’s safe to say that everyone has had there “Aha Moment” about keeping secrets. For some people, they learn it an easy way, for me and for many others they learned it hard the way.

The amount of times I asked them to move into a house in Andover is uncountable. A total of about twenty kids in my school were going to Anoka Middle School, and none of them were my friends. My biggest problem would be to make new friends. The thought of talking to people was too much to bear, so instead I begged my friends to move to Anoka, but they were just as infallible as my mom. At Anoka I would meet new people who would introduce me to new and exciting ideas that would change my views on a lot of things.

I trusted and respected him until my friend called me and gave me terrible news. She told me that he was cheating on me when him and I first started dating. She showed me proof on social media, I felt so embarrassed and I was livid. I called him immediately, sounding furious, and I could tell he was scared by the way he was responding. He gave me dumb excuses but I did not believe him, so I did not talk to him until the winter break was over.

Coming to a new school from a different city usually is a pretty nerve wracking experience, but Reece White, Junior, has fit into Topeka High like it’s no problem.

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!

We just moved to a new house and, we're at a new school. Hopefully, the people at the school are nice. If so then I'll ignore them, or try to help them, I don’t know which. I guess only time will tell.

I found myself interested in business in my sophomore year of high school. At that time, my family and I just moved to America and even though that was a positive change for us, it cost us stability and financial security we had back in Russia. My father is a perspective market systems worker who was always chased by big companies that prosper in that field. After we moved, I saw him desperately trying to find a job, but even though our parents were stressed out about our future here, in America, they never showed that to my younger brother or me, thinking that the stress we got at our new schools was already too much. They were right, however, all their attempts to limit the stress made me only more curious about the financial situation in

My school transition from the Normandy School District to the University City School District plays a huge role for who I truly am today. When I attended Normandy Middle school for my seventh-grade year, I was often bullied for my skin color and my height. I did not receive a quality education due to distractions in class and quarrels. Some teachers attempted to give their all to the students, but there pride was often knocked down by students and administrators. Being in a surrounding that involved quarrels and a low quality education did not stop me from wanting the best for my future. Instead it made me realize that I have to work harder to have better values in life. Based on the background my mother came from, she was positioned to choose a home in a neighborhood that was a little better than the one she came from. She had no choice but to send my brothers and I to the Normandy School District. Through the horrible experiences at Normandy Middle School, I was eager to continue to get good grades and

2017 is going to be the best year eve because I moved into a new town, Pulman, I will also go to Japan to see family and friends, and I will do is work on my goals.

Everyday Sara woke up and went to school. She used to never really enjoy school, but ever since Jade moved to Hanover she has loved it. Jade is just a good person to be around and Sara sees that as motivation. Before Jade moved to Hanover, Sara was bullied, she had to put up with people at school and home. She had plenty of issues and people at school made it worse, but then, Jade moved to Sara’s school.

Paths in life can change in a blink of an eye. HOOK? My big life change was when I decided to change my career path and go to school and become a Loan Underwriter. All these event changed my life forever and will define me. These events happened so quick I could barely catch up with what was happening.

Where have you had a hard time to fit in? What about moving schools? Or rather, moving to a different part of school. I have been going to Hickman School for six years now, and came in second grade. Time seemed to fly by as it was already time for middle school. Elementary is one thing, but middle is another. And for the first day of sixth grade, I was pretty nervous. What would happen on that unpredictable day?

When I was in fourth grade, my family moved, and I transferred to a tiny country school from my larger town school. The little school rarely had new students, and my peers had all been together since pre-k. Rather than welcoming a newcomer, I was bullied constantly because I wasn’t like them. I was mocked for everything from my bright ginger hair and freckles to my lack of athletic ability. After having tons of friends at my old school, I felt lost and alone. Before changing schools, I had been bubbly and outgoing, but afterwards I became very insecure about myself. I became uncomfortable talking to people, or even holding eye contact during a conversation.

The staring of beady eyes as you saunter into class while no familiar face is in your classroom and then sitting with complete strangers who you will have to go to school with for the remainder of the year. Moving into a different school is complicated. That was about to be my life when my parents were driving us home from our grandparents’ farm in Scott City, Kansas and said, “What do you think about moving to Scott City.” My jaw plummeted. Moving was one of my worst fears right behind heights. How was I supposed to abandon all of my classmates and my whole life in Spring Hill to go to a puny, rural, western Kansas school. My brother was immediately ecstatic because he adored the farm. Do not get me wrong, I had affection towards the farm as well, but I would have never contemplated moving. Change can be rough, but little did I understand that I would fall in love with Scott City and the fascinating community I was about to be sucked into.

Picture this: it’s your freshman year of high school, you have a lot of good friends, and you’ve finally figured out how everything works. Seems like a pretty good situation right? Well then you’re parents start subtly mentioning the idea of moving and start looking for land and houses for sale. You just assume it won’t actually happen, but then, surprise! You find out this summer you’ll be moving to a town an hour away from all of your friends and you’ll be starting your sophomore year at a completely different school.