Personal Narrative: Moving To A New School

I moved to the United States in 2003 to live with my mother who then resided in the country for five years. The thought of escaping the war in Monrovia was thrilling but I soon realized that my country’s war was not my only battle. After my arrival into America, I was faced with oncoming waves of challenges. The war had prevented me from attending school for two consecutive years. The knowledge I had was incomparable to that of my peers. My inability to speak English, along with the overwhelming burden of my native tongue made learning in a new American school difficult. I was a foreigner left to present my capabilities clearly through black lenses with no words spoken depicting that I came from a third-world country. I accepted these faults

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

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!

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.

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

During the cold, harsh winter I came home from school when my parents sat me down. I remember the moment like it was yesterday, when my heart was beating as fast a hummingbird flaps it's own wings. I could hear every little thump of my heartbeat beat through my chest.

As I immigrated to this country at the age of five, I knew I had to opportunity to grow up in a prominent country unlike my family. Growing up was a bit difficult because I was different. Although now, I strive of the fact of being different; as a kid I suffered trying to be similar. This idea led me to transfer primary and secondary schools’ multiple times. My childhood and teenage years were unpleasant; however, I did manage to graduate in the top of my class in high 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.

My school transition from the Normandy School District to the University City School District plays a huge role for who I truly am today. When I attended Normandy Middle school for my seventh-grade year, I was often bullied for my skin color and my height. I did not receive a quality education due to distractions in class and quarrels. Some teachers attempted to give their all to the students, but there pride was often knocked down by students and administrators. Being in a surrounding that involved quarrels and a low quality education did not stop me from wanting the best for my future. Instead it made me realize that I have to work harder to have better values in life. Based on the background my mother came from, she was positioned to choose a home in a neighborhood that was a little better than the one she came from. She had no choice but to send my brothers and I to the Normandy School District. Through the horrible experiences at Normandy Middle School, I was eager to continue to get good grades and

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.

The first thing that comes to mind when ask about a time I had to make a hard decision is the one I made to move my kids to a new school. In doing so, I added a 30 extra minutes to my morning and evening commute. I didn’t make this decision lightly. I did my research on the school. I looked into the I.E.P program and what it would mean for my children to have to start in a new school.

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.

There has not been one specific event that has brought me to come back to school it has just been building for the last six years. In order for me to explain where I am at now I need to explain where I have been. The summer of 2009 my husband was in the U.S. Army and had been away at school when he came home and asked for a divorce. I was completely devastated. It was a month before our ten year anniversary, we had three wonderful kids and I was a stay at home mom. All of my life dreams were shattered. I tried to refuse the divorce but with no income I could not afford a lawyer to fight it. As part of the divorce he had agreed to pay alimony while I went back to school. When it came time for my first payment so I could apply and register for

Add what i felt when i knew that i'm not going to see my friends for a long time