Personal Narrative: Goldsboro

Growing up in Chicago, I attended a neighborhood school from preschool through first grade. Although it was an exceptional school for elementary kids, the education for middle school and high school students was not as adequate. Seeking a better place to raise their children, my parents were faced with a tough choice. When I was in 2nd grade, our family made the decision to move to the suburbs. On July 3rd, we all packed into our Honda minivan and drove 45 minutes to a new home in the town of Winnetka. Within my first year at Crow Island, my new school, I learned so many new things. I started playing the violin and speaking Spanish, neither of which were offered at my old school. I met my best friends that I'm still close with now. Over the

I can remember sitting in class, feeling eyes burning through me, dodging inquisitive glances from all sides, and anxiously awaiting the bell to ring for lunchtime. As most people know, lunch is the most dreaded part of the first day at a new school. First day of school memories are still fairly vivid for me; my father was in the JAG corps in the Army and my family moved with biannual regularity. In fact, I even attended three different high schools. While this may seem highly undesirable to some, I learned an incredible amount about myself, the world, and other people through moving that I may never have learned otherwise. What I have learned about myself and the world will without a doubt contribute to my success in life and even law

After a long ride, we saw our new home for the first time. It wasn’t luxurious, but to a couple of young children like us it was cool to live on the beach. The changes that lied ahead of us were great. There are many ways in which this new start changed my life. First, no longer did we live in fear. This enabled me to move on. I enrolled in eight grade that year. I felt like had a fresh start. No one knew my business. I could make myself whatever I wanted. My whole personality changed. That year I started at quarterback for junior high and from there everything started to look up. If I was to go into details of all the success I had it would be bragging, so I am just going to say I went from a casualty of a broken home to a respected and important part of High Island High School. In the five years I was there, I had more fun and a more productive life than all the other years put together.

It was the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

It was 2:30 school just got out me and Tayler where going to leave as I realis I forgot my book in the classroom so we ran back to the classroom and when we got there was a mysterious door in the back of the classroom. There were no teachers in site so I decided to go over to the door and open it. There was a very bright light coming from the door. Tayler and I took one step in the door and then it slam shut behind us. We took a few more step closer to the light. But now we were in some other town named Brownard County, Florida. I saw the sign that said the name of the town.

The day I moved from Rockwall to Crandall was a day I’ll never forget. It was a strange couple of days. The day we moved was extremely saddening.

As I headed down to my new school, all I thought about was the new friends I would meet, my classes and how I would adjust. When I first laid foot on that quad, I immediately knew this change would not be easy. The more I explored each classroom the more I noticed there were always eyes on me. As the day was over, I

Today, we reached The Dalles. Nate told us we have two choices. Either we can float down the river, or we can go around Mt. Hood. We talked it over, and almost everyone agrees we should go around. I'm certain everybody remembers Ezekiel and the river, and none of us want to go through that again. So we start on Barlow Road, which will take us around the mountain, tomorrow. Things aren't getting much better here. We are all so tired. I think that once we get to Oregon, I will just sleep through winter.

Gibson County, redneck central, hillbilly heaven, Gibco, this is the place I have called home for the past 17 years. On March 6, 1998, I was born in Evansville, Indiana, at Welborn Hospital about 35 minutes away from Haubstadt. After I made it out of the NICU, I was taken home to RR1 Box 108, in Haubstadt, Indiana. My home, since birth, has been situated on the border of Haubstadt, Owensville, Cynthiana, and Posey County. Some of my neighbors have Haubstadt addresses with Fort Branch zip codes and Owensville phone numbers! It’s strange to say the least, but I wouldn’t fancy living anywhere else.

On April 21, Downingtown West has the privilege of meeting the few remaining survivors of the horrifying genocide, known as the Holocaust, for possibly the last time. I would be beyond honored to meet and escort one of these amazingly strong human beings. Personally, I am an outgoing and strong individual. I am a wonderful leader as well as a terrific listener. I am self-aware and would contribute the kindness West has to offer. Making our guest feel comfortable is our number one goal. I will be supporting them in anyway possible. I believe being familiar with my school and knowing most of the student body can be used to my advantage. Whether taking our guest to the restroom or just having a conversation, I will do everything within my power

In the small city of Harvill, there were a group of investigators. The six of them named Willy, Mary, Shawn, twins, Jojo and Carol, and I, Hubert. We solved many crimes though the one where had recently started was an interesting and puzzling one. We were the only ones qualified who could actually solve a case. There was a killer amuck.

My father wasn't around as much during Middle and High School. He took a position in New York City that kept him away for much of the week, though he would often return each weekend for short spurts. After graduating high school, I joined my father in New Jersey to embark on my undergraduate experience, leaving behind my mother and siblings in our upstate New York home. The dichotomy between these two locales was immediately perceptible — from the population density and cultural heterogeneity to the very way that the roads and highways were strewn about. The acclimatization process was sluggish — further hampered by my own initial sentiments of detachment. Being a novel resident of New Jersey while also commuting to campus day-to-day was challenging,

I am Lisa Long. My husband and I live in Carlisle, Ohio. Carlisle is a small town located right between Cincinnati and Dayton. Carlisle is known for having multiple train tracks surrounding the village. It also has a spaceship house as a landmark. I have a 16-year-old son Aaron Blake. Aaron plays traveling baseball all year round. My two little fur babies are Molly and Bella. They are both a Maltese's, whose bark is bigger than their bite. I work full time at NextGear Capital, which is in Carmel, Indiana. My position is Regional Director of Operations for the North Central region. I get the luxury of working from home and traveling bi-weekly. My hobbies include Jeeping, music, shopping, concerts, health and

I have lived in the same good old town of Hazleton all my life. It's not a very big town, you could easily miss it if you weren’t paying attention. A massive number of 256 people live here. Most of those people are nosey too. Not much happens in Hazleton, but when it does everyone knows about it. The biggest event in my town had to be the Hazleton Railroad Wreck of 1897. A train ran right into the river because a washout caused the tracks to slide. I used to go to my Grandpa’s house and play by that river all the time in the summer. Overall, not a very exciting place, but it's where I grew up and it's where I love to be.

“Honey, I know you don’t want to move, but it’s a much better home in a much better area, and you’ll make new friends there!” my mother had promised. It was summer of 2011, school had just ended and I had flourishingly completed the fifth grade. I felt eager, excited, and a bit nervous to start middle school. As if the transition of going to middle school was not already enough, my mother had planned on moving later that summer. This move would result in changing the middle school that I would attend in the fall. This frightened me at first because it meant not having any friends in a new school and leaving behind all of my old friends. However, it also excited me because it meant starting fresh in a new school and making new friends.