Personal Narrative: New Kid, Look At Me

Being the new kid, in a school where it is easy to be another face in the crowd, is hard. During my first few years of high school, I didn't attend converse as I have nearly my entire life. I was enrolled in Parkway, a school in Bossier. The school was so much bigger than what I was used to and I felt overwhelmed. I was lost as to where to go the first two weeks since each class was on a different floor and hallway. My classes were so difficult, too! I was used to testing high scores, with little to no effort. There, was another story. I was average. In my honor classes, I was so behind on what I needed to know, and the teachers were going a mile per minute. Their tone of voice could make you feel stupid for even asking a single question on a difficult problem. I didn't necessarily dislike any of them, but I did have my favorite teacher.

Maybe I was too little, or maybe I was too short, but either way I did not make the jump. In the second grade I was your average eight year old, who always wore her hair in ponytails, and enjoyed playing tag at recess. One day I saw the fifth graders on the monkey bars at recess doing something I had never seen before, they were jumping to the fourth bar. I waited untill Kids Inc. that day to try the jump, but it was no use I was acting like a scared baby.

Becoming the new kid all over again. Getting looked down upon. Not knowing my way around the school. Officially becoming responsible for my own actions.

When I was sixteen years old, I had my first child. The experience was a long process of ups and downs. There were many lessons to be learned. Strength, motivation, courage and determination were my goals to getting through the obstacle of having my daughter at sixteen. The feeling of being pregnant and sixteen was horrible. How I got through it is the start of this story.

I cannot believe it took one person to destroy me, one person to discard all of my trust for anyone. One person to make me forget who my real friends were. One person to banish me to the deepest parts of my mind. One person to make me think that I’m not worthy of anything. One person to be so ignorant as to make me think it was all my fault. That one person, under that pretty little face is called Ashley Melgar. From here on out we’ll call her “Little A.” Little A was a curious tale of my not so great past. Boyfriend and all, I still continued to fall for her lies and manipulation. My mind was clouded and there was no way to clear my vision. In my head she was a damaged soul with a fucked up boyfriend; in reality she was a fucked up soul with

Going through change as a kid can be a challenging experience, however when I was eight years old, I went through a relatively big change that I handled fairly well. When I was in the beginning of the second grade, I wanted to switch schools so badly that I begged my parents every night at supper time. I had enough of getting pushed around and being made fun of by the mean girls at school. I had thought most of them were my friends, but they ended up stabbing me in the back and spreading rumours about me. Everyday I would hide somewhere in the playground to avoid being shoved into muddy puddles or have things stolen from me.

Trying something new could be exciting or a little frightening to others. You could have had mixed feelings about trying something new. Your new thing that you tried could be a food, a trip, or even in my case getting over my anxiety and riding roller coasters and fair rides.

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

It all happened about 5 years ago my husband lost his job and things began to go

I came to Ridge Family Center for Learning in second grade. On top of being “the new kid” in school, I didn’t know anyone besides my neighbor. She had been going to this school since kindergarten and I ate lunch with her and her friends everyday. One day, as I ate my usual PB & J, she said “Are you excited for the musical?” Apparently it happens every year, yet I was not aware of this. Naturally, being a little kid, I was excited and screamed “Really? I love watching people perform!” My parents loved musicals and took me to see my fair share of them. She gave me a strange look and laughed. “You don’t get to watch. We’re performing on the stage, silly!” My jaw dropped. All I could think about was how scared I was. I was about to sing on stage in front of 200 parents.

Eve?” Armani called into the small room, opening the door. Evangeline laid on a pile of blankets, their back turned to the door. “You okay?” He asked. Evangeline didn’t respond. “Well, I know what today is, and I hate to bother you like this, but there are six human newbies and they need you.” Armani said quietly.

Since birth, I have always had a dog. My family is huge dog lovers, and I have grown up to be as well. I was taught how to feed, to bathe, to play, to train, and to love dogs. There had never been a moment I was not receiving wet kisses, or playing tug-a-war. This was all routine to me.

As impossible it might look, it only takes effort, hard work and willingness to accomplish your achievements.

This applies to me while I was growing up. When I was little, and my tummy was hurting a lot, my mom would touch it. If it felt hard to her, then she would use one of her Indian remedies of mixing various thing until it made this paste. You apply the paste to your stomach for a few hours and then shower to take it of. I would do this lot when I was a child because that’s what my mom told me and I knew it worked. As I got older, I would tell my friends and they all thought I was so weird because they have never heard of it. For me, it is something my grandparents did, my parents did and something I plan on doing with my kids. It is part of my culture and just because it is not part of everyone else culture, does not mean my mom was physically

The choice that was the most frightening helped me grow as a person. Challenges pushed me to the best of my abilities. I had to take a risk and explore the unknown to understand my fear.