Since I moved to Waukesha when I was just five years old, I have learned to appreciate and get involved in several ways around this city. Recently, however, I got accepted to my dream school; UW-Madison. I was ecstatic to finally have the opportunity to leave the town I had spent almost all of my life in and start a new chapter somewhere else. Yet, as the end of senior is fast approaching, I often catch myself already beginning to miss my beloved city. I think of all the people who have had a role in making me the person I am today and the memories I have made in Waukesha. From the county fair, to the Janboree, to Friday night live and everything in between. It is an unexpected feeling of melancholy that I can't seem to get over. Most of
When we lived in Chicago, we settled in with my dad’s side of the family. His older sister, Ana was married to my uncle Rigoberto or “Beto” for short. They had 4 kids, Ana Elisa, Liliana, Araceli and the youngest, Rigoberto Jr.. We would always get together and have cookouts every other weekend. My cousins, along with my brother and I, would play games and share jokes. As time went by my family had decided to move to Texas in 2004, we were leaving my aunt and her family. It was a sudden transition for both my brother and I. New school, new people, and a new environment. We missed living in Chicago, including my parents. Since we had moved in south of Austin there was nothing but open fields and agricultural roads, it took us about a year to get used to our new home. Over time we had gotten more acquainted with a few of our neighbors here. My dad was trying to convince my aunt Ana to move down here with us because of the peaceful and quiet environment; especially since it was closer to travel to Mexico. Finally, after three years of detailed things about our new place through phone calls between my family and aunt, they decided to move to here with us. At first I was happy that they
grew up in Chicago, Illinois, a beautiful city surrounded by violence and controversy by the media. I found things more simple when I was kid growing up here, there wasn't much to worry about but as I got older things became more complex here. The sounds of the " L "' or as you know it as, The Train, and the roaring sounds of cars passing by my house made me feel alive while growing up and as a matter of fact still does. You could wake up in the morning and see the vibrant blue skies being pierced by the skyscrapers and see other kids playing ball or riding their bikes. When it was summer time I would play ins sprinklers or go downtown and play in the fountains with my family. Of course, like most big cities I had to watch my back while growing up because you never knew what somebody was up to. It's weird really growing up here because you never know what's going to happen next , wether it's a good thing or a bad thing. All I can really say about growing up in Chicago is that if I had the chance to redo it, I'd do if a million times.
Growing up in the Chicago area was a great experience for me, I was always a good kid but I had always struggled in school. The reason that I had a hard time in school was that I had A.D.D which was the cause of my distraction. Entering Pritzker College Prep was a different experience for me because I was overwhelmed, the reason as to why I felt overwhelmed was because of the amount of homework we got. I ended up spending nights where I would do my homework and wouldn’t get a sufficient amount of sleep and would also cause me to fall asleep in class. My grades started to drop which caused me to stop caring in school, so I also decided to just stop doing my homework and it caused a decrease in my grades.
Imagine yourself on a road trip to a place where the weather is different and the places are new to you. In a place where you only know family and no one else. A feeling like no other, that’s what I felt, knowing I was going to live in this new place.
I moved to Yankton, South Dakota when I was 6. I moved from Kearney, NE. I was really excited to move into a new house and a new town. Yankton is smaller than my old town it's also farther away from all of my family. For the most part I like yankton, most of the people are really nice. Since there is nothing to do in Yankton besides shopping around town in little stores, or going to a movie, or even going to dinner, or just driving around, my favorite thing is going to the lake and the bridge. There for my favorite part is definitely the lake. I love the trails and the beaches and everything down there. It's so peaceful and beautiful it's just a great place to get away. I like my school too, I mean sure it has its ups and downs but in reality
I made so many new friends, found new places to visit, and I am a part of a Marching Band. If that is not a success, I do not know what is. This experience has taught me a valuable lesson. I should not be afraid to try new things. All through January of 2015, I was so scared to leave Connecticut and move to Jersey. I wanted to stay with my friends and I did not want to change anything. But after two years, I have realized that some change can actually be good. Now, I try to do as much as I can. Instead of being scared that something bad is going to happen to me, I should just go through with it and maybe it will turn out positively. You know what they say, You Only Live Once. That is why I think moving to Marlton was one of the biggest challenges I had to face in my
Have you ever had to try something new? Has it been hard? Well, when I moved to Greenbrier, Arkansas I went through hard times with doing new things. It was very difficult. If you have ever moved, you understand what I mean.
Before I moved to Canton, I lived in Wethersfield CT. One day during late summer when I was around 6 years old there was a bad thunderstorm. It ended up turning into a storm with tornadoes. My dad was in the middle of mowing the lawn and suddenly came inside, which is unusual because he likes to finish what he starts. When he came in he said that the sky didn't look right. My mom stood near the stove making chicken salad sandwiches with a worried look on her face.
Roughly four years ago I moved to Buffalo with my mom and two sisters, best move ever. Before then I had lived in Rochester, or to be more specific, Brockport. My childhood house was big and gray. It had a huge yard and very long driveway. However, my house in Brockport is not my home. I call home my green and white Tudor styled Kenmore house. It has a small green yard and a short driveway. It has been the best part of my life because of all the opportunities that were missed out on when you live so far away. Here in Buffalo I have the opportunity to go the high school where my mom, aunts, grandma, cousins, and sisters all graduated from. For now my job is going to that high school, but the second I turn sixteen, I will be working as a cashier at the dashes down the street from my home, a little family tradition. The reason I moved though, is hands down the most awful thing to happen to me or that can happen to a little kid, like I was at the time.
A lot of things have turned out differently for me than I had ever expected. I never thought that I would ever move from Illinois to Tennessee. When I was little I didn’t even expect from where I was then, to where I am now today. I won’t be talking about those events that happened, but I will be talking one that happened recently. It is about the time where my group and I thought our cheer stunt was going to hit. Nobody knew it was going to break down.
When I was about 11 years old I moved to Canton Michigan from Las Vegas Nevada. It was a dramatic change in my life. Not only is it quite a distance from Nevada. But there was also a different outcome that were made from the people to the weather and not being able to see my dad anymore.
I never knew anyone who had attended the University of Wisconsin-Madison, which made the entire visiting trip feel personal and unique. My initial undergraduate major fluctuated between the business and engineering world. I was constantly reminded by my parents about how the typical college student changes their major six times, so I had a desire to pursue a school with a plethora of options. Luckily, the University of Wisconsin-Madison had top tier programs in both fields.
I grew up in Brooklyn, specifically a neighborhood located north-central of the borough. Living anywhere else but the city and genuinely enjoying your experience is viewed as very rare, from a New Yorker’s standpoint. This place of joy and ridiculously high rent has bright lights, cliche tourist attractions and notorious public transportation. And yet, this was my home, somewhere I believed I would be destined to spend eternity in. To my surprise, in late June of 2013, I was forced to relocate to suburban New Jersey, which came as one of the biggest shocks of my life so far. Devastated, and absolutely heartbroken by this change of atmosphere, my life felt like it was falling apart. Unbeknownst to me, it would turn out to be one of the greatest
Growing up in this city of Chicago was very nice. I lived on the Westside of Chicago, Hamlin and Augusta. Our community was not a community it was block. The block is the street that I lived one. My sisters and I was able to go to the park until the sunset. We would walk almost a mile just to have fun. We was able to walk everywhere, candy store, school, parties, and mall. All the houses on the blocks where kept up so nice. Every house had a flower bed. There were no boarded up houses. The grass was cut so well, and the brushes were trimmed nicely. You could smell the food that the neighbors were cooking. All the children on the block were able to play with each other. The neighbor would feed the other neighbors children. The trust for the people on Hamlin was very strong because everyone knew each other for years. The early 2000’s is a year that I will never forget. In 1973 my mom was born in Chicago. She lived in the same house that I lived in on Hamlin. As I was talking to my mother she was telling me that her life living in Chicago was lovely. Her dad
For me, there are two distinct separations that come to mind, moving into the dorms at Alverno College and moving into my own apartment here in Milwaukee. I was 19 when I first moved into the Alverno dorms and it was the first time I had ever not lived with my parents. There was a level of fear, not only due to being away from my folk but I didn’t know anyone on campus. It was a huge step in separation, not only physically but symbolically as well. Flash forward to this past April, I had taken a semester off after gaining my associate’s from Alverno to figure out what I wanted. In that time, I had moved back in with my parents and was working full time as a nursing assistant at a nursing home. Finally, I had decided to move back to Milwaukee.