Personal Narrative: Preparing Off To Topeka, Kansas

It was a nice summer morning we I was all of a suden shoke like turbulence on a plane to wake up. It turns out I slept threw my alarm to wake up for the day. It was about 11:00 am and today we were heading to Florida and our flight takes off at 1:00 pm. You may think that we had time to make the airport in Milwaukee but, we had to drive all the way to Chicago, Illinois because there was no flight for Florida in Milwaukee. Luckily I had packed the day before with the rest of my family so all we had to do was wait for our aunt Lisa to take us to the aiport in Chicago. She showed up five minutes later with a mini van and there was about seven of us jammed in there. It was alright for me because in our family if you called “shot-gun” or “I

I remember when me and my family drove along in our family car going shopping. As we drove to the highway, I remember that the radio was always on. There were different types of music playing like pop, hip hop, classic, rock and other types of music. I remember all those good times when I was little the laughter coming from my younger siblings, the sun shining and the wind blowing though the window. I also remember the landscape and the noises of the music exiting through the window and entering the highway. Whatever song was coming on it left this happy mood inside of me. It made me notice more things and made me feel light and carefree. It made me feel like I had to make a difference in the world. It also got me kind of antsy. But then again, that's what music does. That’s what music does it

I spent the first ten years of my life, roughly, homeschooled and constantly around both my parents. During this time, I had no choice but to listen to whatever music they enjoyed playing drying the day, whether it was Seal in the car or Melissa Etheridge on the home stereo. Once I had struck my preteens, and with the help of my then high-school aged sisters, I was introduced to punk rock and hard rock genres of music. This became a new addiction for me; it felt rebellious, cool, in style and new. Eventually, it felt very repetitive and it seemed as if everyone was trying to emulate the same sound. So, after a short time, I began searching for music on my own. I bought Coldplay and Vampire Weekend albums, and was on the lookout for music with a more sophisticated feeling than what I had been listening to previously. I was then hopelessly addicted to music that I was discovering, and was proud to say I found my own style of music to listen to. After I received Coldplay’s album, “A Rush of Blood to the Head” as a Christmas gift, I would play it daily to

I hope your Tuesday afternoon is going terrific. I am Miten Bhadania and I would like to formally introduce myself as your colleague working in the Tech department as Developer.

I am not from San Antonio. I am not from Texas. I’m from California. Where no one twangs, or drawls, or even says hi to the stranger standing in line at the grocery store. Texas, half way across the U.S and what seems like a whole other country compared to California. It is a completely different place that I could have ever imagined living and calling home. I came to Texas to find myself. I didn’t know that when I came here, but it is what ended up happening.

I stared blankly out the window, then to my family, then the box that sat right in front of me. “Aren’t you going to open your present?” Usually I’d tear into the paper and reveal the item that I longed for, but I honestly could care less what I got. This family Christmas celebration was a little different, and I really had to make it count. This was just days before we had to make our trek to the great state of Texas. Thoughts about the move raced through my mind, going from California to Texas would definitely be a big change.

I had heard endless stories of my family that lived in Tulsa, but my 10-year-old self never would have imagined that I would come face to face with them. Especially not like this. I spent my entire life moving from city to city, state to state, how could my dad even think about settling down now? And in Tulsa of all places? It was moving day and I knew I could not put off meeting them any longer. As the movers scurried around the house, I anxiously waited in the driveway for my family to arrive. That’s when I saw them coming down the road, five black cars, 10 aunts and uncles and 17 cousins that had been figures of my imagination until this very moment. As the car doors swung open, my mind immediately pictured a clown car as I watched the people pour out of the car. Although everything I had heard made them seem crazy, my heart was racing as I felt a sense of excitement rush over me.

My story actually begins here in El Paso and has continued its course here as well. I was born and raised in El Paso and have been living here ever since. The most further back I can remebr of my child hood was when I started Elementar school at Clendenin. I mostly remember how I wanted to help friends or people that I could when i was younger but as a kid you really could not do that to well. As i grew up that feeling still was there but at this time I just felt like being an architect. Everything changed when I was in middle school and around the time Halo Reach the Xbox game came out. I was at a friends house playing games late and lost track of time, it was 12 and way past my curfew. His parents had left but I did need to get back home so I left walking home.

Although I was born in San Antonio, my childhood life wasn’t spent in the Alamo City. Up in north Texas, there is a miniature city consisting of three thousand people named Nocona. The town was my childhood life until my mother fell into a deep depression. As a result, my mother was unable to hold a job or take care of my sisters and I. This resulted in my mother giving us up to my father in San Antonio. When arriving in San Antonio, my mother would tell me that she was going to come back for us. It has been seven years and I have not lived with my mother since.

During summer break in august I went there with my grandma.some people might get a plane vasue the trip is so long but for us we drove down.It took us 3 to 4 days to finally get to where we needed to be going.It takes along time to get there only cause from driving so long you will need to rest so we went to a hotel every night and then we got something to eat for breakfast and dinner.

My transition to Oak Knoll was excellent but arduous. I loved the spiritual community and the close knit class. But, I had a harder time adjusting academically. The rigorous academic classes at Oak Knoll resulted in a drop in my GPA. These grades don’t reflect my work ethic and I enjoy the challenge of a more difficult school. These were enhanced expectations that I couldn’t meet at the time. My lowered GPA resulted from a sickness that extended through my sophomore years. Once I was better, I was able to do better in school, which shows in my previous year grades. These year’s show my true academic potential. I am confident that I will be successful at the college I plan on

Every time we move it’s as if we gain or lose something.I remember moving a lot.Before our move to Davis we lived in a house an actual place we called home it had a joyful pool it was near Sherwood a well known elementary school.Before that was a apartment near Somerset Middle School that was quite cramped.There’s six of us now which means we’ve moved about six times as well.

My mom burst through the door telling me to wake up.(sv) I pick up my phone and see that it's 5:30 in the morning, I get up. I gather my belongings while listening to music. My mom hurries me, telling me that we need to go. I ask my mother where we're going & she says Oklahoma.I got in the car by 6 a.m. I put My seatbelt on and went straight to sleep (svv). Of course, My mom had her music all the way up so I didn’t get enough sleep. Our first stop was at a gas station to go to the restroom, I woke up and wasn’t feeling good at all, my nose was stuffed, my eyes were watery, my voice was kind of going away, and my face just looks terrible. My mom comes back into the car and says:

I moved to Little Rock from Jakarta, Indonesia when I was ten years old. I had to adjust very quickly to a lot of new things--living away from my parents, learning to be very self-sufficient, and picking up a new language. It was all quite overwhelming. However, I was thankfully able to overcome all of those things largely because the people of this city. My teachers, neighbors, and classmates--and even random strangers--all welcomed me with open arms. They never hesitated to help and to teach, and I am eternally grateful for the people I have come to know and love. Nothing would make me happier than to be able to start my career in Little Rock. A recent comprehensive report released by the United Health Foundation shows that we are ranked

Dear Mom and Dad, After our first trip to Oklahoma you two immediatley fell in love with the animals, how much space there was, and the oppertunities. On the long thousand mile ride back by car, you both talked and talked about wanting to move to Tulsa, Oklahoma. Us three kids didn't know weather to be okay with that or to be sad. our entire family is in Arizona;we all knew was we were going to start knew lives. In 2014 we the letter from carver right as we were heading out the to door to go get groceries, mom opened the letter first looking in shock she gave it to me; I read it as fast as I could to get it over with. I don't know what happened; but there ws screaming, hugging, and Monze asking "Mom did she get in? Mom!" Getting accepted was