Personal Narrative: Moving To A New American School

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.

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

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.

Typically by the time people are fourteen years old, they can think of many impactful moments in their life. Maybe it was winning a state championship, maybe it was losing a state championship, but usually people have more than major one point of change. However surrounding yourself in a big bubble of the same people and the same things for too long will provide you only one big change in your life. A huge turning point in my life is when I transitioned from elementary school to middle school. Going to a different middle school than all of my friends caused me to leave my bubble and grow up a little. Leaving my comfort zone was one of the hardest things i’ve ever had to do, but it caused me to grow as a person. Anoka High School is now my school of choice.

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.

Ever since i’d moved to John McCrae Senior Public School in grade 5 it had been my dream to compete in the 100 meter sprint at Birchmount Stadium. So when the opportunity to qualify to go to Birchmount was approaching I didn’t leave it up to fate. I trained for a week to make sure that I was ready for the tryout.

To know how much I have changed over the years, you should know how I was before I went to public school. I was a sheltered homeschooler, and I had very bad social skills. My parents knew this and that is part of the reason I’m at Remington. The other part is because math sucks. So let me start from the beginning of the story.

The hum of fans, the spinning of the disk in its tray. Sitting on my soccer ball beanbag chair that I got for my 11th birthday with a controller in my hands. As a kid, in Washington state, on school days we were not allowed to play video games during the week. Summer was the break from school and the time for lots and I mean lots of video games.  Before I could hit that power button, I had to do something I despised, hated, and avoided like it was the plague. I… had… to… read.

Being homeschooled until I entered the fifth grade, I probably wouldn’t keep the friends or the attitude I retain to this day. One quality you definitely would see if I didn’t transfer into public school is how shy I was. I wouldn’t have seen people the way I did, or acted around others the way I had. Had it not been for the journey of going from kindergarten to being homeschooled and finally to being in public school in the fifth grade, I would be someone completely different. I mean, my first day of school in kindergarten I stabbed another kid with a pencil for taking my lego block. But fifth grade became a whirlwind of new things, I didn’t even know about cliques at the time. When I got into public school is when I met Just-Ice (Justice) who has had that nickname since fifth grade. He and Leon were my only two friends back then. Leon and I underwent a falling out though and we stopped talking as much. But when sixth grade came around, I began to get to know Jesse and a good portion of my good friends today. Swapping school types again later on in life

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 going to get in trouble?

Everyone have been raced in different places and in different forms. These factors all contribute to everything we do and our success. I was born in the United States but my first every early memory has come from Mexico. Life in Mexico is very different from life in here, factors from the schools and the community.

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!

Remembering the first day I attended school in America, it was nothing more than dreadful, miserable and terrifying.On one side, I remember been called an Indian maggot, on the other side, an African foreigner, and finally the dead walker.With the addition of getting accustomed to the language, culture and the people, I felt this was one of the most hardest obstacles I had ever experienced. Before the age of 14, I arose every morning to the comfort and pleasure of my parents. When regional holidays came about, men and women packed their children's clothes and headed off to to relatives houses, when Christmas came around, men and women flooded the streets in their traditional Eritrean white cotton garments, with woven colors of red,green and blue symbolizing Eritrean flag. At every street corner, smartly dressed men and women

During this past year,I have had a couple challenges with our new school.We have had to be able to open our lockers and bring home study guides and read our books.When we have to read we have to bring home our book and read and when we have to go to football practice we have to read when we get back and that interrupts my reading.It is the same with the study guides because I have to come home and study right before I go to bed because I am really tired on football nights.We went to the school in the summer and I practiced my locker combo and I got it down and ever since then I got it first try and I get it open every day.

Yes, that was me. I was the girl who Incubated like flowers in a green house for years . Long time ago, I started to ask my parents let me transfer to American high school, because i expected the freedom an the leisurely lifestyle. However this idea was always denied, according to my mom’s opinion, i can not even do one right thing without them, and how am supposed to do if i live abroad by myself? I was stimulated by it, and tried not to depend on them. With no more patient on me after i request them so many times, my parents decided to send me to American high school. That is the sentence came from, my mom emphasized threatening but worried.