Personal Narrative: Moving To A New School

I was going to Brentwood Middle School when I got the news. I was just starting to find my friend group. Then I was told I would be transferring to a new group of schools. I would be moving 20 minutes down the road into a little town called Nolensville. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I would have to transfer schools again after I finished my freshman year. During my sophomore year of high school, I began at Nolensville. This school and town have changed me in ways I never thought it would.

Before my freshman year at South Cobb HS was over me and my friends (who I grew up with) were very excited for our sophomore year. That’s because we were all planning to do many things like all of us join a sports team and clubs that year. But one Saturday night my parents told me and my brothers “We will be moving soon, well next month to a house in Powder Springs that we’ll be buying which means you Karla and Joshua will be going to another school next school year” they said. My first response was “I don’t want to move schools.” Hearing this

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 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

It is pretty cool that you had the same teacher for three years and that you liked her. It is nice to be reminded that there are teachers who care so much about their students and it is sweet that she wrote you letters over summer break. She is definitely a teacher that leaves a memorable impression on her students. It is too bad that college was a lot more difficult than you expected, but congratulations on deciding to go back and finish. I honestly do not know if I would be able to go back to school after stopping, however, maybe after discovering that I need an education in order to move up in my career then possibly my opinion would be different. I agree that this program is a lot of work, yet there is no doubt that it pays off.

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!

After waiting eight extensive years in elementary school and middle school, I was finally going to go to a new high school. I felt extremely scared, it felt as if I actually had butterflies in my stomach. I was excited to go to the large new building but it almost looked too big.

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.

Towards the end of my 8th grade year my mom told me that we would be moving again, but this time to a whole other state. Once again my heart dropped and I was devastated. I told my closest friends and they all cried with me. They threw me a little going away party and I hung out with my best friend from my old school before I left. I didn’t want to relive being the new kid again but I didn’t have much of a choice since I didn’t want to live with my

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.

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.

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.

In my lifetime I've encountered multiple challenges, one of them being attending a new school for high school. The new high school was Strive Prep-Excel, in this school I have had to experience change on a regular basis. Change is something that is not susceptible when it comes to the constant loss of teachers. The loss of teachers was inconvenient not only for me, but for all students. It was also difficult emotionally. I overcame all the change by working extremely hard to adapt to different teachers and getting used to change. Now when I encounter change I know how to handle it, instead of having it be a toll on my life. Overall, I believe this challenge has bettered me as a person, it has taught me that change does not have to be a negative

I was walking down the hall, scared. The air conditioning blowing in my face like the wind during a hurricane. It was very cold and empty, I could not hear a peep from a student nor a teacher. The doors were closed and there was a black roll of paper covering the windows as if they were doing a lockdown drill. I found my classroom, room 42. The outside had many motivational posters, but it did not help. I was nervous, terrified, asking so many questions and I thought to myself, Should I just run away?

The most significant challenge that I've had to face was moving schools and even states. It was some of the biggest and quickest changes I've ever had to deal with and it wasn’t easy especially at ages 8 through 11. I learned to adapt to things faster so I wouldn’t get the feeling of being left behind. This experience definitely changed me as a person making me stronger and independent.