Personal Narrative: From Moving To A New School

After the game finished I headed to my little brother's football game. Later we headed home and as I headed towards my room my mom said, "Wait." I turned around with anger written all over my face.

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.

Kenisa, It is pretty cool that you had the same teacher for three years and that you liked her. It is nice to be reminded that there are teachers who care so much about their students and it is sweet that she wrote you letters over summer break. She is

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.

Third grade In third grade I was unsocial I didn't talk I was a ball of emotions I lost my mom everything changed people would bully me I would come home crying. It was a never ending story. Teachers would take me out of class to talk about

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.

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.

Bully Descriptive/Reflective Narrative Essay Resisting control essay Walking to the principal's office. Hands sweating, really nervous. I open the door. The door slowly creaked open and I walk in the sweet smell of flowers hits me and I sit down. Different thoughts raced through my mind. What was going to happen? Was I

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.

Moving Schools 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!

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

That particular day though only my friends Krystal, and Kat, where seated at The Shade where we normally sat. They were both quiet that day so I decided to try starting a conversation,

They took his friend’s car so my dad asked him if he could borrow his car to come to the hospital and he said yes. My dad always tells me that I’m gonna break something so when he got to the hospital and came to the room I was in the first thing he said to me was “I told you so.” I was so worried I was going to need surgery but luckily I didn’t. My room was a few feet away from the door for the part of the building that I was in so every time the door would open my dad would start tapping his feet so I would think it was the doctor coming to give me the news that I did not need surgery and that I just needed a

I like playing with my friends and going to the mall and playing games. The kind of games I like are horror and adventure and two player and multiplayer games. People think I am emo, but i’m not I am very shy around new people and people I don’t know. It’s hard making new friends in a new school and district that I am new to! I didn’t even know I was moving to a different school it was almost time to go back to school. I never got to see the rest of Ralph Chanler looked like and see what I could of done there. This school isn’t like a middle school, plus you don’t learn stuff that you have to learn here. But at my old place you would learn about the stuff about your body and other stuff.