Personal Narrative-The Struggles Of Being New

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

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.

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.

Starting over. Those two simple words pretty much sum up where I am at in my life at the moment. I am a 34 year old mother of three. I have never been to college. My husband just recently left me. It has been a whirlwind summer to say the least, but before I get into what brought me back to school, I'll start at the beginning. I was born in FL., and quite literally spent all my time either at the beach or running bare foot on my grandparents farm. I loved every second. Shortly after I turned 8 my mom met my step-dad, and we were quickly headed on our first big adventure, moving to Texas! While I missed my family in FL., I can not tell you enough how happy I was that my mom married my dad. He has been a rock and solid foundation for me my whole

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.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

My initial perceptions about the students of St. Angela were very stereotypical. Honestly, I expected those students to come from single parent backgrounds and come from a low income household. I expected to deal with students who live life in a survival type of manner. What I mean by survival type of manner is for one to be on defense seeing the type of the children are from the Austin area. Walking in to St. Angela I expected to deal with kids that didn’t listen and know respect for authority. I expected this due to my upbringing in the same neighborhood.

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?”

Home is the beginning of one’s book. It is where your story begins, forms its characters, shows its purpose, and reveals its ora. This is how mine is written. Home is on the buzzing highway down a bumpy gravel road. It’s Brandon, Mississippi. It is the only home I’ve ever known. Home is the smell of homemade biscuits and tomato gravy on Saturday mornings. It is “Bless Your Heart” and “Yes Mam” and “No Sir”. The little bedroom in the back of a grey double-wide where Carrie Underwood songs played and where I learned to curl my hair and put on mascara. My cousins and I running around with mason jars, chasing the lightning bugs. Bar-B-q on the back porch and never meeting a stranger. It is the morals learned and the identity

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.

When moving to a new location everybody has this impression: new friends, new opportunities, and new experiences. A fresh start. These impressions did surface my thoughts when traveling to my "new home" and the anticipation of them were nerve-racking. The whole moving process was exhausting due to the fact we drove for about ten hours from Maryland to Alabama. Living in Alabama is very different than up there in Maryland because there's a different "culture". Which didn't help when I was feeling home sick but since Atlanta was about an hour a way, I would go there and some aspects of the city reminded me of home. I remember starting school here and I felt like all eyes were on me probably because I was attending classes that were above my grade level. That is because the classes I had in Maryland transferred over and also because I stood out. I kept to myself that freshman year because I was trying to get the lay of the land and when sophomore year came about, I've made some friends. However, my anxiety was slowly starting to surface and I was becoming in terms with it. There was an amount of highs and lows that year following the

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

I tried something new. It was almost three years ago. I went to a Dance Academy. It was small but still enough room to dance. I had the choice of tap dancing, ballet, jazz, and hip hop. I chose to do hip hop to dance to.

Adjusting to a new environment and surroundings that you’re not used to can be too much for some students to adjust too. You have to prepare yourself to get ready for the new living arrangements and having a new roommate you do not

One of my strength is meaning new people. I like to meet people and go to lunch with them. But there are something's that I don't like about meeting new people. One thing is that I can get close to someone. I hate when I get close to someone and they leave. I remember when I moved to Jacksonville, Fla I did not have any friends. I meet a couple of friends two months later. One of the friends that I meet was Thomas. Me and Thomas would go to church together, movies, lunch, shooping and etc. Then about a year later he gat married and move. I miss him, after he left my life changed. I have friends but I don't have a best friend anymore. Am going through the same thing name with Jessika. I gat a new best friends she is moving in August.