Personal Narrative: Moving To Prosper High School

It was the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

Coming to Citrus Hill High school was a big transition for me within itself. I originally transferred from rancho verde to get away from the trouble and focus more on the things that were important to me, like my school work and baseball. I had heard from the people around that there was a good program there play baseball there. When I came I thought my year would be good new start, new school, new surroundings nothing could go wrong.. Shouldn’t have said that. When i got there my anger issues have gotten in the way and has held me back from achieving many of the goals i set for myself before the school year began. For example, starting off good in all my classes keeping my grades up and making the baseball team. I’ve had previous conversations

I use to go to Bethesda Elementary before I moved here. The reason I moved was because I would go to Thomas. H. Pyle Middle School while the kids at BE would go to Westland Middle School. If I continued going to BE in sixth grade when I moved to Pyle I would not know anyone. The reason I moved to Bradley Hills, and not any other school that was going to Pyle was because Bradley Hills had a renovation that allowed more kids to come.

Callie Adams Foster tried to stay under the radar at Anchor Beach Charter School. It was a hard task to accomplish when her mother was the assistant principal and she had four other siblings running around; especially a sister who was head of the Honor Board. Yes, it was a tough job but Callie was pretty good at it.

The strangest time I ever came up on was my 6th grade year. I knew it would have been challenging because i just got out of elementary and moved to a bigger school with kids that’s older than me. As we pulled up to Carencro Middle I was saying to myself “man this is crazy i’m in middle school now”. When i stepped off the bus they told us to go in the gym and when i approach the gym door i felt nervous because they had 7th and 8th graders already in the gym, soon as i walked in the gym the first thing i heard was “ fresh-meat” my whole body just sunk in.

In 2014 of October I moved to Georgia from Florida. I was leaving a place I had been living in my entire life. It was a tough situation as I knew moving to a different state and school could be difficult. I was very nervous as it was a new environment with different people and new types of school work. I was worried about not making friends or getting bad grades. That morning of school my heart raced. When I arrived at school I met new people and my teachers, I also figured out which teachers were bad and what teachers would be good. I left school that day very happy knowing I would have a great year. Later that week I started to become more familiar with the grading systems, behavior system and connections. at my old school they were called

To start, I have always been the kid that never really had traumatic family issues, as I was also the kid who could be considered ‘spoiled’. My parents typically found a way to give me what was asked, and ensured that my sibling and I always had what we needed. I grew up with a sibling, six years older, who came to be the child who was not athletic, nearly failed high school multiple times, and did not attend college. On the flip side, I was the child making straight ‘A’s in high school, thriving in softball, and planning to attend college. I lived in a very rundown town in Estill County, Kentucky called Irvine. With that, I attended Estill County High School, excelling my freshman through the middle of my sophomore year, where I transferred unwillingly to Boyle County High School in Danville, Kentucky due to my mother getting a better paying job. The biggest differences between the two high schools would be the amount of students, the success rates, and the different styles of teaching. What seemed to be my whole world turning upside down at the time, turned to being the best decision made for me and my family today.

Typically by the time people are fourteen years old, they can think of many impactful moments in their life. Maybe it was winning a state championship, maybe it was losing a state championship, but usually people have more than major one point of change. However surrounding yourself in a big bubble of the same people and the same things for too long will provide you only one big change in your life. A huge turning point in my life is when I transitioned from elementary school to middle school. Going to a different middle school than all of my friends caused me to leave my bubble and grow up a little. Leaving my comfort zone was one of the hardest things i’ve ever had to do, but it caused me to grow as a person. Anoka High School is now my school of choice.

I am a new transfer student from BASIS SAMC entering sophomore year of high school. Last year I took two separate English classes, Honors Language and Honors Literature, which both counted towards my English I and II EOC grades. Consequently, AP English Language would be my next course to tackle. After a constant back and forth and weighing the pros and cons, I decided to transfer here to Clark High School. I consistently grew and changed as a person during my four years at BASIS SAMC, so it is safe to say that it was not an easy decision leaving. What sealed the deal was the fact that I would have a clean state here and I could continue my academics at my own pace. Although I do still get nostalgic over the memories I have had at my previous

How are you? I hope this letter finds you well. My homesickness is creeping towards me like an ominous cloud foreboding a thunderstorm. It’s frightening me, but I am sure the storm will pass quickly. The first sense of these feelings were ignited when I was walking to my dorm and it started pouring rain. In Southern California, where I was born and raised, rain is scarce. Deerfield has been great, but I yearn for the salty smell in the air from the ocean and the feeling of the sun on my skin. Thousands of question race through my mind as I recall my time back home. Was the move to Deerfield a good decision? Am I going to make it out alive during the winter? Should I have came this far? As I am writing this letter, the answer to all those questions is a gargantuan yes. I know the commitment I made to attend Deerfield Academy is miles away from my comfort zone, literally, but growth and

Ever since i’d moved to John McCrae Senior Public School in grade 5 it had been my dream to compete in the 100 meter sprint at Birchmount Stadium. So when the opportunity to qualify to go to Birchmount was approaching I didn’t leave it up to fate. I trained for a week to make sure that I was ready for the tryout.

In my life, I have faced many obstacles and have had to rise above those obstacles. The one that was the hardest for me is when I had to transfer from Believers Fellowship Academy the school was almost ready to shut down and was struggling to survive and didn’t make it one. I had to transfer to Sturgis Brown High School. When I went to talk to the counselor with my mother I found out that I would have to take a test for every class that was a requirement freshman year. To go into the year that I was supposed to go into which was my sophomore year I would have to either retake those classes, take these test, or enter into a brand new school where I knew about three people as a freshman. I was already old for my class age if I went into a sophomore

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 significant event I am about to share is about my transition from going to a public school my whole life to suddenly switching to a private school named Brampton Christian School. The following story mostly involves me, and a little bit of my sister. At age four, I started school at Sir Wilfred Laurier Public School, where I made the first few friends of my life. I graduated in grade six, and headed onto middle school, at William Grenville Davis Sr. Public School, an opportunity to make new friends. Near the end of grade eight, we had a huge friend circle and we were all looking forward to going to the same high school (Turner Fenton SS). A couple days into summer, all of a sudden, my mom’s friend recommended her BCS, telling her she could

I walked through the long the hallways at Summit High School. The high school was a lot bigger than the middle school and elementary school. It was my first day of high school and I was afraid of how things would be for my freshman year. But I had couple of my friends that helped me out, the first day of school they introduced me to their friends. Receiving good grades at the high school, I was still on the honor roll.