Personal Narrative: My Resident Of Delaware

I have moved to five different states throughout my life. The first few moves were easy because I was younger, but as I got older it became more and more difficult to say goodbye to friends and everything I knew. The most difficult move I experienced was right before my freshman year of high school. I had lived in Utah for seven years and I did not want to move to Idaho right before I started high school. I have never gone to Rexburg before we moved there. It is a smaller town with many people who have lived in Rexburg for most of their life. It was hard to fit in at school and become friends with people who had known each other their entire life. Finally after making the effort to meet many new people I felt like I fit in. I realize that students

I moved to Connecticut in the September of 2008 because my Dad had a job transfer. This was around the time that I started the second grade. I was introduced to so many people and they were all so nice to me. Six years later, I made countless friends and started to feel like Connecticut was where I wanted to stay forever. But in December of 2014, my Dad got a phone call from a company in South Jersey and they wanted him to work for them. At first, he worked 3 days in Camden, and the rest of the week in Connecticut. That was difficult though because we did not get to see him as often as we wanted to. My parents then sat my brother and I down and asked us if we wanted to move to South Jersey. I did not know what to think. After six years, I loved living in Connecticut and I wanted to stay there. They told us that it would be a lot easier to move down to Jersey instead of my dad traveling every week. My brother and I both agreed that this is what we are going to have to do. I can still remember that day though. It seemed liked the world was going to a scorching end. At least my world was. I started to tell my friends that

I find myself looking over my shoulder every time I step outside my front door. Violence has opened my eyes and destroyed my dreams of peace. When I first moved to Philadelphia from Puerto Rico, I moved into a neighborhood that was full of gangs and drugs. Philadelphia represented a new start, a chance for me to breathe again. I had experienced a tragic shooting right before my ten year old eyes in Puerto Rico; my mom’s best friend was killed, while the murderer calmly walked away. We escaped to Philadelphia, and I thought my days of witnessing horrific violence were over. However, my dreams were shattered like gunshots in the night. One day, while I was napping, I was awoken by a series of deafening pops. As soon as I heard them, I dropped

Its pretty hard to find a relation between me and the book, but I guess one of the relations is the people I hang around with. Before I moved to Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, there were kids that were in my neighborhood who were generally nice people, but most of the time they would act in a really bad way and get into trouble. I knew how to stay away from them in situations like that and keep away from anything bad they were trying to do when it came to picking on others. I was able to become friends with one of the guys they were picking on, even though he was a few years younger than me we had a lot in common and were able to hang out most of the time. Now that I'm in PA, I don't really have that many friends because of the neighborhood and school

“Honey pack your things” my mother told me while packing her things but not only clothes but stuff from the house which made me confused.

Colorado, known for the Rocky Mountains, is a gorgeous place to be. The rectangular state rich with wildlife, covers 104,185 square miles. In the black timber, it is dark and silent, not a sound to be heard. The thick pine trees block out most of the sunlight, only to see about seventy-five yards. The terrain is brutal, almost straight up and down, but the elk love it because it is a challenge for hunters to see them. As I walk my favorite ridgeline in the black timber, I watch for the slightest movement and listen for the smallest crack. Watching thirteen-lined ground squirrels run around and chase each other can be humorous when they fall down from trees. My adrenaline pumps and heart races at a million miles per hour as I wait patiently

It was a beautiful day.I just got home from school, my brother and I walked through the door. We got some special news. That my mom would tell us individually.

When I was little my family and I lived in the small city of Elmira, New York. I remember one of the problems there was that I almost never got to see my dad. The job had required him to commute a long distance everyday, causing him to leave early in the morning, and come home late at night. Even when he managed to get home early he was tired and couldn’t do much. Eventually we moved to Connecticut where we lived in two different places. Living in Connecticut was a little better than living in New York. My dad’s job was a somewhat closer than before. For some reason, life in Connecticut seemed dull to me as a child. To this day I don’t remember anything really fun about living in Connecticut. Our first house had a gigantic downhill driveway

When people ask me where I live, I simply reply, “Boston.” This is both somewhat true and misleading at the same time; the reality is that I do live in Boston, but not the prominent and well established part that many people are familiar with. I really live in Dorchester, part of the inner city of Boston; however, during the school year I spend the majority of my time in the dorms at my school in Belmont. Whenever I tell my friends from my neighborhood that I spent a year aboard in Spain, they look at me like I’m crazy and ask, “Isn’t that the type of stuff you do in college?” I mean, studying abroad is something many people pursue in college, but nowadays its possible to do it high school too, but they wouldn’t know that because it’s not something

It was a brisk cold day in the early October. Today is a day I have been dreading since the last month. It was the season opener for the Illinois circuit of Debate. Teams from all over Illinois are coming to Schaumburg high school to compete and claim victory in two events of debate. I was one of the few competitors who are competing instead of helping the coaches run the tournament. It was 8:00 A.M. in the morning and it was time for my first round of debate ever. I felt so uncomfortable in my suit, I fear was engulfing me into it. I was very nervous and couldn't move from where I was standing. I could hear the crowd of people and the sound of embarrassment filling my head. I was waiting for the schematics to be placed on the wall so all the

I grew up in Illinois and lived there my whole, thirteen years. My family and I recently moved here to Cleveland because of my brother. He has a very rare digestive disorder that I can’t even remember the name of. We moved here so we could be closer to his hospital. It was always hard driving him two and a half hours to the hospital when we lived in Illinois, but now we only have to drive half and hour.

Life is full of milestones and high school especially is filled with them. I’ve always thought about my future but as life is getting longer an important thing to realize would be that my future is approaching quite quickly. Even though all the knowledge hasn’t been obtained yet sucecess will be easier to achieve with the education that is planned. It’s normal to worry about your future and success but this assignment is creating peace and ease. Being in Lancaster this summer brought so much joy it was one of the best times of my life now with that in mind that is why Lancaster, Pennsylvania will be my new home. I am designing a quality future by choosing the best college, career, and city to build my life.

In 2010, I came to the Unites State I continue studying. After, I came here I never continue playing being a teacher. I was just study for my school. When I came I lived in a house renting just one room with my parent and my 2 sisters. When, I came here I started to be more focus on my class. Back in Dominican Republic I just went to the school because I had to.

The small town society became a stranger when we moved to Maryland. The East Coast had numerous identities. Two street blocks right next to one another felt worlds apart. The people there were as culturally embracive as the city, all of them being unique and diverse. A perfect utopia that didn’t formally accept me. Baltimore is where I spent the rest of first grade and much of second grade. My classroom experience was rather interesting, the education department there wanted us to experience multiple teachers in one day, group projects, and most importantly the staff wanted to see students mold their own learning experiences. My initial learning process from Mississippi did not stop me from quickly adjusting and enjoying school every single day. My home life at the time matched the same excitement as school. I was going to be a big brother. Months passed since the move to Baltimore and I experienced so much in so little time. I forgot the place I once called home. I longed to be apart of the utopia I intruded into. My mother and her fiance had some tension and decided to move back to their home states.

I live in a small town called Ocean City, New Jersey. To me, living here was nothing special. Ironically, anytime I say that is where I’m from I hear, “Wait, you live in Ocean City?! That is my favorite place in the world. We go there every summer!” How can a place be a bother to someone and an amazing get away to another? I went to Ocean City High School, where I could walk five feet to the beach. Who could hate that? I sure could. I begged my parents to let me transfer my first two years. I went to a Catholic school from kindergarten through 8th grade while everyone else at my school attended the public middle schools in the area, which meant that everyone was already friends and I had to make new ones. This was my first time ever in public schooling, and I felt like a lost fish in the sea. Obviously things got better and I ended up making some of the best friendships that I know will last a lifetime, but I still can’t deny that I thought I could say June 18th, 2015, graduation, was going to be the best day of my life. Then things changed. This summer I worked on the beach and was never done later than 12:00, so I went every single day after I clocked out. To say I gained an appreciation for where I live would be an understatement. There is nothing more relaxing than hearing the crashes of the big blue waves slowly putting me to sleep as I lay in the warm sun. I was slowly beginning to realize why everyone loves this place so much. Excitement for heading off to college