Personal Narrative: Moving To Fresno

Moving from the South to the Midwest was a huge change in my life. For my whole life I grew up to the southern hospitality and the tang of salt in the air since the beach was always less than 5 minutes away wherever I lived. Now I moved to a place where they flip you off to say hi, and the closest thing to an ocean is a sea of grass that seems to go on forever. Although I am now adapted to the change for the most part, it took me awhile to break in to the social norms of an average Midwest kids.

I have lived in California for the entirety of my life. While widely known for its beauty, California is much more locally known for its twisty, turny roads that traverse mountains, the pacific coast, hills, valleys, deserts, and forests. Surrounded by this environment has allowed me to develop a passion for travel and nature which has inspired me to work toward further developing and restructuring modern transportation methods such as trains, buses, bridges, and roadways. I believe that I can contribute to a future where faster travel allows people to spend more time interacting face-to-face and I plan to effect this change by pursuing a career in civil engineering and rallying for better environmental protection programs while educating myself

It was April of 1999. My family was at home. Children were running outside. The asphalt was burning. Cars rolled up to the entrance of the apartments and BANG. I grew up in Stockton, California. Surprisingly, as a minority, I wasn’t really a minority. There were, in fact, a large and diverse population of Asian-Americans. But, Stockton is not the ideal place to live. It was hot and dry, almost to the point of a drought. Stockton was also ranked as the one of the top 5 most dangerous cities in California. So, having a nice and safe family is kind of difficult. Eventually, my family decided to move to Crescent City, California when my dad retired. It was a world of difference. There were trees, plentiful water, and a nice cool temperature. This

Born in Palm Springs, I grew up wishing I lived at the beach. At age 5 I got that wish when my family and I moved to Carlsbad, CA. My parents, Lee and Steve, had me at an older age; so all three of my siblings are older than me by a significant amount. This put me into the category as an only child. As a kid I was involved in musical theater and dance where I made some lifelong friendships. After getting comfortable in the city of Carlsbad my parents decided it was time to move back to Palm Springs. The move was not too hard for me because I did have some friends in the area. One of my biggest regrets is not continuing musical theater when I moved. I made a whole new group of friends and it was a fresh start for me. I went through middle school

I have lived in two distinct communities: the first was the town of Moraga, the second, is the city of Stockton. The former is the epitome of white picket fence suburbia, with friendly neighbors, a high ranking public school system, and a non-existent crime rate. Growing up in Moraga, I was able to receive a great education, roam around freely, and never feared horrors such as gang shootings and drug abuse. Sadly, when I moved to the latter, most of these horrors were apparent weekly.

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not want him to move to Pocatello. I didn’t want him to take away my stepmom, my brother Zander, and my sister Kyrie. I didn’t want him to take my family from me, I was really close with my stepmom we did things together all of the time and I was Zander and Kyrie’s nanny so I was really close to them they felt like my children, I am the one who started their potty training and worked hardest at it, I am the one who was able to get them into bed at night and I bought them things all the time, took them places and cooked meals and treats for them. I was with them most of the time and I was their favorite sibling, they told me all of the time. Then the next Sunday when I went to my dad’s house it was no longer a question, even though he knew how badly I wanted them to stay because I didn’t want to lose some of the few people that I was close too, he said that they were moving to Pocatello and he accepted the job in Idaho Falls.

We had been talking about moving to California for about a month, and the prospect of leaving behind my friends, school, and family terrified me. However, I clung to the hope that maybe we wouldn’t have to go in the end, but that didn’t last long. One rainy spring afternoon my parents sat my brother and I down, and excitedly told us that we would be moving to America. My younger brother leapt up from the seat next to me and joyfully danced around the room, but I was not so ecstatic. After my parents put a positive spin on the situation, I didn’t feel quite as reluctant, but I still wasn’t fully on board. Nevertheless, I had little say in the matter as my father’s work required us to relocate, and so that summer we moved to California.

I took off running, “LOOK AT THAT!” said Josh. “GO!” “GO!” “GO!”, I said to myself and I could see the pitcher throwing the ball to first base, I took

I too just moved to Tennessee but I relocated from Hawaii after a three-year tour of military duty with my wife. I have to agree with you, the area is beautiful. I am particularly fond of the mountainous region like Gatlinburg and the Smoky Mountains. Unfortunately I am in the Memphis area with all its low-lying plains, not very picturesque. The one plus for me is being next to the Mighty Mississippi River because it offers a few photo opportunities for me. I may be a little bias because I moved here at the end of July and the high humidity was awful and I haven’t acclimated completely which limits outside activities. Well enough of my ranting. Have a good semester and we will have to compare the Nashville area to the Memphis area one day.

Vicky Chang. I was raised and born in Fresno. My parents and oldest sister immigrated to the United States in 1978 and settle down in San Diego for a couple of years before they decided to move to Fresno to be closer to my relatives and for more resources. I have 3 sisters and 3 brothers; I’m also 7 years apart from my closest sibling. My oldest sister is the only one, other than me to have earned her bachelor’s degree. She is currently a special education teacher in the FUSD. She is also married to my brother, whom is science teacher in a middle school in the FUSD and they have 3 kids. My second sister is separated to her husband, whom was in the Marine; they have 3 kids. My third oldest sister is the only sister I have a great relationship

I was born on April 24, 1994, in Los Angeles, California to Patricia Andrade and Francisco Javier Garcia. My father was an immigrant from Mexico, and mother was Mexican-American born in South Los Angeles. I was the first born in my family. I grew up in the small city of Walnut Park. Walnut Park is located near South Gate and Huntington Park. The demographics of the city were and still are predominantly Hispanic/Latino. Many of the residents were newly emigrated from various parts of Latin American, mainly from Mexico. I was brought up Catholic, which was the dominate religion in the area. I was brought up talking English and Spanish. I grew up in an environment that was rich in Mexican heritage but lacked diversity.

Back in 2004, my family had a unexpected decision to make on moving to California from Philippines. It was a crazy year for us, we only had a week to prepare for our big move, I wasn't mentally prepared for what was about to come. When we arrived in the in California, I was placed in Middle School in the middle of the school year. My english was fair because back in our country it was taught and was strongly encouraged to be the second language but even though I know a little bit of english, my grammar and pronounciation of some words were still incorrect. An example would be when I say the number "three" it will come out sounding like "tree" or "chapstick" would sound like "chopsticks". These were just some of the words I can recall from people who have corrected me and made a joke about it. Also, when I

It was the day before they flew out to florida to go to Disney World for a celebration of their graduation from college. Juan and Quan were great brothers and always get along with each other. Juan was a strong kid who was not the brightest in the world, but he had very good street smarts. He has brown hair and brown eyes. Quan on the other hand was not as muscular, but very athletic and enjoyed running. He was very bright and had good street smarts, he has black hair and blue eyes. Quan went to college at Harvard University, one of the smartest schools around. Juan went to University of Arkansas at Little Rock, Little Rock a very small college and very, very easy to get into.

Cielo said “I know I brought this Tostitos that you like a loot” I grab the chips if they were super important to me “Thanks for the Tostitos how do you know that I like Tostitos?” I said “Don’t you remember?You told me yesterday” Cielo added “Oh yeah I remember that I said if you can bring me Tostitos yesterday” I admitted, “Let’s go already inside before the carnival close, did you buy already the tickets?” Cielo asked “Yes i already bought