Personal Narrative: Moving To The New World

What Italian explorer Amerigo Vespucci coined "The New World" was now overrun by man-eating zombies. It all started in Chile and Argentina; news of a highly infectious pathogen had begun spreading at breakneck speeds. By the time epidemiologists had discovered the cause of this pathogen it had already spread to the Western half of the United States and was making its way east.

It is the summer of 2018 and there is still an ongoing Syrian war. As of now there are around one million Syrians coming into a new world, joining the Americas. I am kind of excited to possibly bring a new person into my life. However with school starting back up, it might be very difficult to juggle both new and old challenges. The new world being with the Syrian refugees and the old being my normal school life.

Post WWII in 1957 my great Grandad left their homeland of England to immigrate to Canada by plane which took 10 hours to fly from --------- to New York City. The ride was stressful and sickening, my Papa, Colin who was only _ remembers puking on the plane.

One casual Wednesday afternoon, I was back in 5th period with Mrs. Zombottle just reading away in my wonderful mystery book. She came up to me in a quiet fashion, “Are you busy?”

Fifty years ago something major happened. One day people woke up to a world without adults. It was pure chaos. People were killing each other, burning building, stealing, and starving. After a week of violence people who were in hiding trying to survive came together and wanted to create a safe environment. The leader of the group was Yazer. He was very tall and muscular. Yazer’s jet black hair and piercing grey eyes intimidated everyone. He was appointed to lead the new society. They group of five hundred went on a month long hike to the depths of a place formerly known as Kentucky. There they made a few buildings and farms began their society. At that time Yazer was fifteen. After two years of the society being up and running beautiful building and farms similar to those seen in ancient

One day when at the Sabre meeting, I was told there was a diving meet and volunteered to go. I came to the meet on Friday the 15 to the pool late at night when I assumed I would get busy. But I wasn’t. Though there were about 6 schools at the meet, it was only the dive teams from those schools. And since there was only one diving board at our pool, things took a while. Instead of leaving and coming back later when I was needed to take photos of our one FUMA diver, I stayed to watch the sport, as I have never spectated a dive meet before. As I continued to watch the sport over a long period of time, I realized the intensity of the sport. The way the sport works is that you will be asked to perform a certain dive

“German, can you share with the class on what your opinion about the topic is?" - sentences like this is what shut me down as I went through an adventure called life. Growing up, I have always been a person who was terrified of public speaking. This fear was a giant brick wall in my life, blocking me from opportunities at school and outside of school. Opportunities such as giving my opinion on a specific topic or meeting new people. This brick wall was soon to be destroyed.

“They’re bringing drugs. They’re bringing crime. They’re rapist. ...I'm not just saying Mexicans, I’m talking about people that are from all over [the world] that are killers and rapists and their coming into this country.” These are the disgusting insults that presidential candidate Donald Trump, who plans to build a massive wall around the United States, has recently scratched up to give his new modern definition of what it means to be an illegal immigrant. But despite these allegations, being an illegal immigrant has meant the same thing since the beginning of the history of the United States. An illegal immigrant is a hard working person who has no other choice but to leave the poverty stricken or hostile environment

The outside of my mask represents what I show or represent the world. The blue on my mask represent my calm and relaxed thoughts. Several people have told me that I seem relaxed all the time. Also, the blue represents positive thoughts, since I seem to be always positive outside. The eyes are closed also because I looked relaxed and calmed. The zipper symbolizes how I am introverted and shy. I would not talk unless you talk to me. My archetype is the caregiver, I do love taking care of other people more than me. These are the personas I show the world.

As I walked behind a red bricked wall thru a gigantic hole, there was a whole different world. A world of imagination, magic, and creativity, walking into this small little town I notice the smell of brewing butter beer, which made my mouth watered on the other hand while looking thru old chipped painted windows and seeing chocolate frogs, as well as Bertie Botts jelly beans, made my mouth water even more. Moving on, I looked up I saw dark yellow, pink, and blue crooked buildings with windows full of darkness. Shifting myself to a different position I saw a slanted cream color column with a narrow door, above the doorway carved in stone, it said Gringotts Bank at the top

We all sat around the table. Silence filled the room, until he finally shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. That was the only interaction in the last five minutes. Tension was building, and all I could do was sit still in my seat waiting for my father to finally break the tension that everyone in the room felt. He looked at every one of us and took in a deep breath, the only time I’ve ever seen my father’s demeanor this way was when he announced that my grandfather had passed away. He opened his mouth and words began to flow out one by one. I sat there speechless in denial as my father continued explaining the situation we were facing and how everything in our lives was going to change in the next two months. The only thing I could

Walking through the stale airport air again with my dad, mom, and little brother made me realize that I was leaving my home country Germany behind for the second time. See it wasn’t my choice to constantly move between the U.S. and Germany it was the military making the calls for my family to move around. Making me constantly go through this cycle like eating your favorite food everyday for a month and end up getting sick of it. I was so unprepared for the hurdles that where about to come that I would end up hitting my foot as I try to jump over the obstacles that were in my way. See I was born in Munich Germany and I am mixed with African American and Bosnian.

Growing up in a country on the other side of the world from my birthplace and extended family has been difficult in many instances. At age five, I was forced to leave everything that I knew behind and move to a completely new world, and in the past twelve years, I’ve only visited Bangladesh once. I’ve had to miss weddings, births, and even funerals. However, this challenge has also resulted in a very deep bond between me and my immediate family members, which I’m profoundly grateful for. They are my only blood relations in the states, and the mere idea of leaving them pains me.

Any person that is new to a school or place can easily tell you that it comes with its problems. Everything you know and find comfort in is ripped away, removed, and then replaced with something new and unfamiliar. Okay yes, that was a tad on the extreme side. I myself recently relocated to Bainbridge Island after having lived my whole life in a beach town called Pacifica right under San Francisco. When I moved here I had to deal with many challenges. Some of most difficult things I had to overcome this school year were stepping outside of my comfort zone and meet new people, being placed in a spanish class a little out of my league, and switching living conditions.

At birth, entering this new world alien, I was surrounded by the unknown, captivating, yet petrifying. This new world—a step down from the warm dark place where all you heard was a repetitive but appeasing thumping—was full of new sounds and colors. Having no knowledge about this new world forced me to learn as much as I could about the world I now inhabit. Unfortunately for my parents, I learned through destruction. Everything I acquired, I would drop in an endeavor to break it into its subcomponents. I attempted to measure how fast it would fall with nothing but a ruler and a stopwatch. I dissected objects, opened up televisions, phones, collected broken electronics, and anything that beeped or moved. I was quite the troublemaker.