Personal Narrative: Moving To A New School

My transition into high school was as easy as taking a breath. I had always found school quiet easy and I never had to put much effort into getting promising grades. Before high school I had my whole life figured out, or at least I thought I did. I had planned that I would attend a law school or major in English. After a while of being in high school I started to realize many things. My parents did not have the financial stability to send me to a law school, I was not as smart as all the other kids, little by little I began struggling with a negative mentality about myself and my future. I slowly let go of my dream of becoming a lawyer and decided to join the Health Careers Academy. Soon enough, I began to have a deep interest in the medical field but then again I continued to have the same question; how can I afford going to a medical school? I did not know much about college or what it took to get into college. I assumed I just had to have a pretty transcript and that was all it took. My self confidence began to lower as I saw how other students cruised through their high school years so effortlessly. I never wanted to ask for help because I did not want to seem “dumb”. I would bite my tongue and hold in all the unanswered questions I had. My junior year, I was having a very difficult time. I had a tight schedule which consisted of almost all AP or honors courses. I slowly began to give up because I did not believe that I could do it. I let my grades slip failing almost

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.

On the first day of school, I was so confused and alone. I had no one to sit with at lunch, and I felt lost. I wasn’t used to the curriculum, or all the people I never knew existed. Townsend Junior High School was bigger than the small

When I arrived at Prosper High School on the first day of school, I was extremely nervous, but halfway through the day that all went away because I made a few friends and everyone was so nice and welcoming, which made me feel like

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.

When I was a younger I went to a school called Centerville Jr High. I remember starting school there and being very nervous to start my seventh grade school year because I didn't have very many friends at that school. Over the course of three years, that I spent at Centerville Jr. High, I was able to meet a lot of new people and make a lot of new friends. But moving forward in my life I had to make a decision that influenced my family and me in a very big way. In this paper, I argue that the decision to transfer to a different high school, and start all over again, was one of the most influential decisions that I have ever had to make.

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.

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

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

When I was ten-years-old, my mother decided to move to New York and my life as I had known it changed forever. Even now, whenever I close my eyes, I can still clearly see my first day of school in America. A teacher led me into a brightly lit room, dozen of eyes peered up at me and I had never felt more like an animal at a zoo. The extent of my vocabulary back then didn’t extend much further beyond “hello” and “goodbye”. Adjusting to a new school would be difficult enough, but I was in a new country where I barely even know the language. Everyday at school, I can see my classmates talking to me, but no matter how hard I try, I can't understand anything that was said to me. One morning on my second week of school, as I was talking to my classmates,

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.

Moving to a new town and having to transfer schools was not always fun. July of 2010, I’m starting a whole new life in a different town again. It is always a struggle making new friends and trying to fit in. Having to transport from town to town in order to go to a school is extremely frustrating. I was not accepted on the bus or in this new school of mine. I was afraid to ride the bus for the first time because there were older kids who looked like they could beat you up by just staring you. I thought I would be alone through this journey, but as I grew older I realized, I was wrong. Throughout my years attending Harrisburg Middle and High School, I faced my fear, developed life-long friendships and gained wisdom.

Everyday Sara woke up and went to school. She used to never really enjoy school, but ever since Jade moved to Hanover she has loved it. Jade is just a good person to be around and Sara sees that as motivation. Before Jade moved to Hanover, Sara was bullied, she had to put up with people at school and home. She had plenty of issues and people at school made it worse, but then, Jade moved to Sara’s school.

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

Freshman year I remember walking into the school mortified, thinking that everything and anything that could go wrong would. I had never attended a Liberty-Benton School and knew about five people that would be in my grade. I was shy and quiet because I didn’t know any of the new faces. I was insecure about myself and thought that it would be almost impossible to make friends. Before high school, I went to a small, private,