Personal Narrative: Moving To School

Coming to school every day as a tenth grader was exciting, but it can get very annoying at times. I had to overcome many challenges to make it this far. Generally, freshman year was a year of change. One of the greatest things I learned as I reached sophomore year, was not to procrastinate.

I really enjoy doing my homework and learning but, I hate going to school to learn and get my homework. I moved to Vermont after eighth grade because my father got to move higher up at work. I don't know a lot about his job but, I didn't have a say. Back at home in Mississippi I didn't have a lot of friends. I had one named Lucy but when I told her I was going to move she said we weren't friends anymore. I'm starting high school now and I'm so scared to start over again. I love my new room the view is very pretty but, tonight I hate it because tomorrow is my first day of 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

Times were tough when I was 8 years old. However, it was at this time that my mum decided that it would be best for us to move out from our house and change my schools. An obnoxious bar just completed construction across the road and the presence of such homeless and corrupt men would only hinder my growth. That is what my single mum, that had to look after me and my two sisters, thought. But then again, who would think that living in downtown alleyways would be a promising idea for a single mum with three kids.

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.

I sat up on my bed due to a cautious but growing beep-beep-beeping. Then I realized it was my alarm clock. Swiftly I jumped out of bed and landed next to a red digital read-out showing it was seven a.m. I took my time finding the switch to turn it off, but then I found it and slid the switch on my silver digital alarm clock from on to off. When I walked out of my room it was then I realized I start seventh grade that day.

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.

Coming to a new school from a different city usually is a pretty nerve wracking experience, but Reece White, Junior, has fit into Topeka High like it’s no problem.

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 made the personal choice to come back to school, based on an injury; that happened in winter of, 2015-2016. It was a decision that was made because of talking to a University I wanted to go to. I was told, it was my best route to return to Halton to upgrade my marks, and apply when I finish my upgrading. The decision was also made on something I thought I wanted to do a long time ago, back in high school. In high school, I went a different path in college, and with the injury, I was able to return to the path I wanted to take. Plus I learned, I now have the maturity and, confidence to go into the program, I originally wanted. Plus some of my past education brought me back to this path for success.

I found myself interested in business in my sophomore year of high school. At that time, my family and I just moved to America and even though that was a positive change for us, it cost us stability and financial security we had back in Russia. My father is a perspective market systems worker who was always chased by big companies that prosper in that field. After we moved, I saw him desperately trying to find a job, but even though our parents were stressed out about our future here, in America, they never showed that to my younger brother or me, thinking that the stress we got at our new schools was already too much. They were right, however, all their attempts to limit the stress made me only more curious about the financial situation in

Getting to school at 7:15 am, an hour early, allowed me to sit on my desk, in the principal’s office, and get some reading done, outline my day, and finish up on work.  School started at 8:15 am end ended at 3:44 pm. After school, from 4 pm to 7 pm, I either worked at school, attended BridgeUP, or partook in an internship. Then came the arduous chunk of my day.  I would work from 8 pm to 12 am in multiple grocery and deli stores for my family.  Even though my parents weren't in dire need for money, the money I made was belonged to them and was used for petty things.  I did this every day of the week, but worked from 6am to 10 pm on Sundays, the devil's day.  This lifestyle was mentally and physically excruciating, it was not the cat’s meow,

I just moved to a new town and i’m not the social type. I’m used to moving almost every year we move, but this year my dad said that we would stay (I don’t believe him), I just make friends and have fun then we moved. So this time I might make a few friends. Its the beginning of fall so I guess I get to start over like everyone else (I guess). So that means school is just around the corner so I guess it's time to start making friends.

In the past I have  attended multiple muns held by different schools in my community,  my most recent mode united nations conference being one hosted by the IIMUN team here in Kathmandu where I served as a delegate in a committee rather than a member of the press team. Whereas for where my jornualistic abilities lay, i contirebuted as a strong member of a fairly large  newspaper/press team in my old school only to find myself  taking  a bit of a hiatus in between due to a sudden adjustment I had to make in my life after transferring school. Granting all this, I wouldn't consider myself to be a sensational and topnotch writer but neither would I deem myself to be an inexperienced novice.