Personal Narrative: Moving To A New High School

Coming to eighth grade on the first day was slightly scary for me. I was afraid that I wouldn’t have any friends on the same team as me and that I wouldn’t have a class with any friends. When I arrived to the homeroom, school didn’t start off as bad as I thought it would. Apparently I had more than one friend in my homeroom, which made things less awkward for the first time being in class.

I was used to the typical small school so when I walked into this huge school I felt my stomach drop. The bell had rung for first period while I was sitting in the office waiting on my class schedule. The Counselor had assigned me to a student so she could walk with me to each one of my classes. As we walked to my first class the hallway was quiet like

When I was in eighth grade, I was tentatively excited about moving on to high school. I loved my small Montessori school, and sometimes I still wish that I could slip back into the small group of students and just start my old classes again. Still, I had gone from an average student to an A/B student in my last couple of years, and I was feeling good about a new challenge. I was cagily optimistic about the move away from my small school, which had become a kind of second home for me, to a totally foreign and much more demanding environment.

I interviewed Brynn Hegg. Bynn has had many challenges in her life one being switching schools when she was 10. Meeting new friends,messing up,and getting lost are all things a new kids experience.

“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.

I, as a K through twelve public school student, I went to three different school districts. I moved at crucial times for youth to make friends and establish themselves. I moved for eighth grade and twelfth grade, these movings made me learn I have to put myself out there and reach out to be part of a school and make a contribution.

How had my life gone to hell in the matter of just 6 months and 9 days? I thought this was my fresh new start and yet I still managed a way to fuck it up again, good going Cedric. I had lost my friends again just as quick as I had gotten them. The worst part of all of this, is that I have no clue how I even got to this place. All I know is that it’s all my fault, no matter how I put it.

After about three months later, school had ended, we had thrown all our boxes into the three trailers we had bought. The packing was exhausting as I thought. We had done so much over the three months. During the last day being at our house, my mother and a few of our family members were cleaning out the house for the next owner. A couple hours later we left our house to go to a going-away party in Massachusetts. As we drove away, I looked back at the house where we lived before, feeling more confident about the move.

I started my new school at the end of august. I still remember the immense amount of anxiety I felt as I walked into the building. I sat a big table by myself, I felt

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.

I like playing with my friends and going to the mall and playing games. The kind of games I like are horror and adventure and two player and multiplayer games. People think I am emo, but i’m not I am very shy around new people and people I don’t know. It’s hard making new friends in a new school and district that I am new to! I didn’t even know I was moving to a different school it was almost time to go back to school. I never got to see the rest of Ralph Chanler looked like and see what I could of done there. This school isn’t like a middle school, plus you don’t learn stuff that you have to learn here. But at my old place you would learn about the stuff about your body and other stuff.

It was August and school was just around the corner. I was going to be a freshman that year. It wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t just moved to the west side of Cleveland. Once again, I was going to be a new kid, but I guess we all were because we were freshmen. Later I found out that the school I would be attending, John Marshall High School, was a 9th grade academy. They separated us from the upperclassmen because the High School wasn’t big enough. Construction workers were in the process of building the new high school that year, so that grades 9-12 could be together. We were placed in an old middle school, it sucked! I wanted the real high school experience, but in this situation, I still felt like a child.

As a child, moving to a new school caused rejection, neglect and isolation by many of my peers and then later on by my own friends, who avoided me so for the sake of not ending up like me. Thus, oftentimes I found myself alone, excluded from others. I've heard spiteful remarks about me spread throughout the class faster than water flowing from and river into the ocean when the teacher is occupied. I was the central target for the entire class, I was being victimized emotionally. At that time, I could not exactly trace the reasons for the hatred, but later on I realized it derived from worries and jealousy.

It was the first day of High School and it felt like my first day in hell I was so scared. I didn’t know what was going to happen when I walked in the door. I convinced myself High School was going to be a breeze. Staying hopeful.

We had been driving for what felt like hours, even though I knew it was only for 3. We were almost there. The final summer together. Our final journey as a family to the place that feels more like home than the house we lived in. My mother turned up the radio as her favourite summer song was on, "I got my first real six string, bought it at the five and dime...." She sang at the top of her lungs. We passed the little variety store in town and I realized that this was the last time I was going to be here, I was moving to England. Like really my dad couldn 't have gotten a job anywhere else? It has to be England!! That was not my main focus right now, the beach was. I couldn 't wait to get out and lay on the beach and soak up the sun, it 's my specialty, the boys are always jealous of how amazing my tan is at the end of summer.