Personal Narrative: Moving Into A New School

I use to go to Bethesda Elementary before I moved here. The reason I moved was because I would go to Thomas. H. Pyle Middle School while the kids at BE would go to Westland Middle School. If I continued going to BE in sixth grade when I moved to Pyle I would not know anyone. The reason I moved to Bradley Hills, and not any other school that was going to Pyle was because Bradley Hills had a renovation that allowed more kids to come.

Changing from a private middle school to a public high school was definitely a huge adjustment for me. Starting in high school was already a big enough adjustment, but switching to public school meant more obstacles for me, such as meeting new people, different types of rules and a new class schedule. The biggest obstacle for me was to understand all the different options for each class. In private school, the teachers never explained to me what AP and honor classes were or how it could help improve my transcript for applying to college. It was not until the end of sophomore year where I completely understood that AP classes were for college credit, but by then it was too late for me. I had already taken multiple classes that I could have possibly

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

WEll, I guess this is the beginning; the beginning of a new journey, a new life, a new me--hopefully.

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.

September 2nd 1958 it’s my first day of fifth grade and I had just moved to a new house, new town, and new school. I woke up excited to go to my new school,new friends, and a new start. I got up and got ready to start my my first day. I put on my favorite shirt and skirt with my new long white socks. I put my hair into two braids and tied two bright red ribbons in, to match my skirt. I ran down the stairs grabbed my backpack and bursted through the door. I didn’t even stop to eat anything or even grab my bag lunch. As I got on the bus I didn’t know anyone so i sat by myself in the fourth seat and sat quietly as i looked out the window.

Although, there are many days that I could choose from. I chose August 15, 2016. This day would be my Large Families so far, I started the new school year at a new school. My new school is Dierks high School. It is located in Dierks, Arkansas. I wasn’t sure that I was going to like it here, but this day showed me how wrong I was.

As I walked to my room, I could feel tears stinging my eyes. I felt completely sick. How could they do this to me? I could hear them discussing downstairs about where they would enroll me, so I just put earbuds in, and listened to music.

Have you ever been afraid to change schools? If so I can relate. So for Freshmen year of high school i went to a private school Winston salem christian school. I had been there my whole life, from 1st grade all the way to 9th grade. This school was all I had ever known, the people were very friendly and the teachers were amazing and also they were very encouraging. The private school I went to was very family oriented meaning that the teachers knew every student very well and they parents. The one thing that I really liked was how their was very few kids in each grade: my freshman year their was only 11 students in my class which I enjoyed very much. Another thing I also enjoyed was how we had sports teams but anyone who tried out made the team so no one got cut. While I was at Winston Salem Christian i played basketball for three years and volleyball for four years.

Something I have had to greatly overcome within the past few years was being terrified of moving and allowing it to be an emotional and intellectual setback for me. Freshman year, I had started a new school and was absolutely petrified- and I let it rule me. I did poorly in school that year and didn’t make as many friends as I may have hoped. Later that year, I received news that I was going to be moving again and starting a brand new school next year. That news hit me like a ton of bricks and I realized that something had to change, no matter what it was. Once the move came around. I decided to engage more with my peers beforehand, I got involved with student government as soon as I enrolled in the school, and did amazing with my academics

The memory that would remain with me until death would be, the first time I got bullied. My family had moved to a new place, which meant a new school and unfamiliar people for me. Life was awful and so many times I wanted to quit. I still have a vivid image of that incident. The bits I remember was that there were 2 girls in about grade 8 or 9 that would glare at me in such a peculiar way, that I would pee in my pants. After some time they would bump into me and drop my notebooks on the floor, saying I looked like an Asian and should go back and rot in China. But, that was not the end.

I always struggled with school as a kid, I never wanted to go and I felt as if I was completely clueless because I didn't understand what was being taught. My mom soon realized I wasn't getting the help I needed with my education and pulled me out of public school to be homeschooled when I was ten. I then found out that I loved learning and wasn't as capable at school as I thought I was. I stayed home schooled until I was a junior in highschool. Because of how long I was homeschooled my parents thought it would be difficult for me to transition into public school again, but after moving to lyman Maine they agreed to let me give it a try since the school in the district was on the smaller side, so I started at Massabesic High School in September

It is time to start a new school year, yay… Sigh. Time to work my butt off for about 10 months and graduate from 8th grade. I just hope this year will go by quick, like last year because I want to get this over with. First day of 8th grade was exciting because I get to see my friends and talk to them about my summer which was wild. First day was also nerve wracking because I have to deal with Mrs. Milone and Mrs. Kumar since I’m in honors somehow. I don’t hate them it's just that they have high expectations. Not to mention, but this is my first time being in Language Arts honors so I don’t know what to expect. However, I’m pretty happy with my Civics teacher because he is very similar to my 6th grade teacher and 6th grade was the best school

My day started with picking out an outfit which I’m not used to, a polo and black pants are my usual attire. As I enter Valley it is such an unfamiliar place, I don’t know anyone or know where everything is. Students stand around with their usual friends and laugh while I worry about where to go and who I need to talk to, to get my day started. Valley is a foreign place to me, the hallways are maze, backpacks everywhere, and orange on the lockers instead of maroon. There isn’t morning greeting only a bell, I was ready to pray but quickly remembered I was at Valley.

If you have to start a fresh start it’s good because you get to start everything all over again like if you go to another school.You will be all lonely and you don’t know what to do.Like your the new kid and no one knows you and got no friends.