Personal Narrative: Moving Into A New School

Being the ''New Kid'' in school was something I had experienced only once before in second grade. It was great, joining a game of tag on the first day of school solidified my social circle for the next eight years. While unpacking boxes in my new room, I started thinking about my new school. Not only was the student body nearly six times the size of my previous high school, I was going to be six hours away from everything and everyone I had ever known. The first day of tenth grade was one the most nerve racking days of my life. When I walked into the class I grabbed a seat close to a big window and sat down. We began an Ice Breaker activity which was somewhat unproductive considering a large population of the class had naturally gravitated

Change, for me has always been quite a scary and difficult concept. I want constants. I want to feel comfortable, and I am too stubborn to try new things. Though undesired, change is inevitable and I know life must move forward; so here I am, a shy, insecure, seventh grader moving forward onto my first day of junior high. I knew this was going to be terrifying simply by the size of the school; all four foot nine inches of me stood paralyzed at the main entrance of Poston Junior High. Not knowing who I would have in my classes or who I would sit with at lunch had to be the worst part. As I walked into my third hour, which was choir, I realized I knew nobody; sheer terror flushed over my face as I peered around looking for the friendliest face

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.

At the end of first grade my parents decided to move. They wanted to move because they wanted to change schools for me, but are old house that I had lived at would only let us go too slv, and my parents didn’t want me to go to slv. So they decided to move. All though we had only moved across town, it felt like a world of difference. My old school was a small, desolate private school in Santa Cruz. We only had one class per grade. My first 1st grade class had only 17 kids. Now I was going to the big, scary elementary school with over 100 kids and more than 30 kids in my class.

I tried to blink in my tears, because the last thing I wanted was to end up crying like a loser on the first day of school. "Mom, I'll be fine.". I certainly was not fine. I was anything, but fine. I took a long, deep breath as my eyes met the sight of Johnson, an enormous school with kids bustling in and out like bees. I knew I was in for something big, but big doesn't always mean better, right? Time was ticking by, and I had an obnoxious feeling luring in my stomach, worse than any type of butterflies. I turned on my music, completely redid my hair and started tapping on the dashboard with my nails. Oh gosh, I literally was doing everything to get my mind off going to school. However, that became quite impossible when my mom stopped the car in front of the main entrance of high school. I was so close to pinching myself, hoping that this was some messed up dream. But it was, unfortunately, reality. After observing a bit, I couldn't help but laugh at the diversity of all the kids that were walking in. Some were jumping with joy, others laughing for what seemed to me no apparent reason, and some who hunched as they sluggishly walked

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

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.

They tried convincing me that this new start would allow me to open up to new people, little did they know that all the “new” they had anticipated was more dissenting then comprehensible for my youthful mind. From the moment I set foot into Sutton elementary I felt an odd feeling of distress. The environment made me feel uneasy and afraid. This feeling of disarray and confusion is explained by Winkelman’s philosophy of the “crisis phase”. (Winkelman, 122) This phase reveals itself typically when an individual realizes that the environment they are in is completely different from the previous surroundings they are used to, thus causing natural panic. According to researcher Danylo Hawaleshka and his article over Psychologist Lynn Miller’s studies over young children, many kids moving schools, especially in the younger years of elementary experience anxiety. Lynn Miller has come up with the philosophy called “FRIENDS” (Hawaleshka, Vol. 117). It allows for students to connect with their teacher’s peers and staff outside of class so that when going into the first day they feel as if they had already made a “FRIEND”. Sutton had no type of pre “FRIEND” making cores that relieved my anxiety. Therefore, the crisis phase only got worse as minor issues turned into major issues. For me the issues started when the teacher was reading out the class roster, which is normally

Every year at least one teenager has to go to a new strange school. This can be difficult when a teenager doesn't know anyone in the school. Even I had to move schools when I was in 11th grade which was very hard because I've been to my other school for two years and I pretty much knew everyone there. Moving to a new school was very scary for me and it didn't make me really happy cause I knew that I would have to make new friends other people already have friends over there and I was just scared that I wouldn't fit in. Was 15 when does happened and I was currently on my way to go to 11th grade I lived with my parents. When I was in 10th grade I was enjoying school I had a lot of friends in school and life was really good but then one day my mom and my dad thought that apartment we were living in was too small for us and the rent was too much so my mom with the siding that maybe we should move I was upset because we were going to change schools and I really didn't want that to happen but my mom said they would try their best to find the same school in house around that now I just have to wait and find out if we do find a house or if we don't find a house around my school.

Moving to a new school can be really hard and overwhelming, especially if you look different from everyone else.This excerpt reminds me of the time when when I Moved from Africa to America.Junior and I can relate to this on so many levels because moving from the Rez to an all white school is like living in a whole new world.

I went to Kindergarten, first and second grade in Kings Mountain. My mom was my first grade teacher. It was kind of weird for my mom to be my teacher. I felt like she was harder on me that the others. I know she just expected a lot from me. The summer after 2nd grade, my family moved to Beaufort. It was really hard at first starting a new school where I didn’t know anyone. It was hard to make new friends and missed my old friends and family so much! Since moving to Beaufort, I have been able to make good friends, learn to surf, start art classes, learn how to sew, and play in the band. My favorite thing about Beaufort is that it is so pretty. We can get to the beach really fast, and go whenever we want! Moving to Beaufort helped

“BEEP, BEEP, BEEP”! As soon as I heard my alarm, I then realized it was time for me to get up and moving. It was 6am and I was extremely tired. Because of going to sleep around 2am, I felt the need to lie back down just for five minutes. The time was awfully going by slow, because I kept checking the time to see if the minutes were up yet. As the time went by, those minutes were up and I then decided to get up and moving to get ready for school.

Once again I was the new kid in school, but this time I didn’t feel lost. People were friendly, the staff was extremely supportive, and I felt like I could be myself. One thing that didn't change though was the feeling that I was alone. Most people already had a close knit group of friends that was

Imagine, you’re enjoying your life, you are contented and you are together with your family where you live and all together with your friends in your school staying serene. Suddenly, one day you just heard your parents saying that you’ll move to another country, transfer to a new school, and leave your friends and other family members. Wouldn’t you be so upset because you’re leaving, and at the same time you’d be afraid and worried for the reason that you have to leave, learn that country’s language in order to transfer to a new school. My goal now is to learn everything I have to know that I’ll possibly go through in my life there.