Personal Narrative: From Moving To A New School

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.

In the past year, a lot has changed for me. I lost a grandfather to cancer, then a month later an uncle to a gruesome semi accident. My grandmother on the other side of the family barely remembers me due to alzheimer's, and my mom lost her job but is now working over 1300 miles away in Florida. If someone would have asked me at the start of my Junior year what I expected to happen, I wouldn’t have listed any of those. As anticipated, it was not easy dealing with a downfall of events like that, but the way I was raised helped me cope with it all. I started out at a small private school, where Religion was just as important as Math and English. How we were to act was drilled into us, and after I switched to public school, there was a noticeable

The year started out as expected; girls would come up to me during lunch and ask if I would like to sit with them. I learned names through others’ conversations, but never used them. I never really had taken social opportunity, even when offered to me in such an upfront manner. In no time I saw the mistake. I should have taken their offers; for this school, the staff, the students - were ruthless. Garbage and harsh whispers met my face every day. Prior to attending

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

He just stared at me with rage in his eyes. Other than the rage in his eyes I seen confusion so i decided to put that into action.

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.

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!

Within three weeks of working in the group, home Anne had become upset with another girl living in the house. At the time of the incident, we were sitting at the dining room table alone and the other girl was talking really loudly in another room. Anne assumed the girl was talking about her and “called her out on it.” The girl calmly denied the accusations and continued her conversation. After it was denied, Anne started yelling and looking through her bag for a weapon, verbally threatening the girl while doing so. She eventually came upstairs with me where she grabbed a perfume bottle and threatened, “bash the other girl’s head” in with it. After about 15 minutes she stopped threatening the girl and about 30-40

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.

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.

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

That's how we're moving on. There's no need to involve the police in this! - Perhaps there are other ways of punishing her.

The most significant challenge that I've had to face was moving schools and even states. It was some of the biggest and quickest changes I've ever had to deal with and it wasn’t easy especially at ages 8 through 11. I learned to adapt to things faster so I wouldn’t get the feeling of being left behind. This experience definitely changed me as a person making me stronger and independent.