The Time of Change

By the time we actually moved, these expectations had become the newest part of my personality. Force a smile and do not tell anyone how much you actually hate Arizona and everything about it; the dry heat jokes, the snowless winters, the lack of extended family, everything. The worst part of the whole situation was that I was trying to stay involved with my friends back home while they were moving forward with their lives. I was stuck in the past and miserable because of it. I slowly but surely learned that I was happier when I was making friends in Arizona while periodically checking in with my old friends than I was when I was trying to ignore everyone in my new home state. I would consider that the turning point from my childhood to my adulthood. I went from acting immature, childish, oblivious, and obnoxious to being mature, happy, and responsible. Without this move, I am not sure when or how I would have ever made this necessary transition to adulthood. Although my freshman year was hard because of the move, looking back on it now, I am extremely grateful for this experience, which gave me the shove I needed to finally grow

We found out about my mom finding a better job a few months before the end of the school year. We planned on moving soon after my sister and I got out of school for the summer. We were all pretty devastated that we had to leave Vero Beach, Florida. It was pretty much the only home I ever had, except for the year or two I lived in Fort Pierce, Florida, but that was when I was only one and two. After that, we moved to Vero Beach. For the next seven or eight years, we lived in Vero Beach, till we had to move of course. Soon after we found out about my mom finding a better job we began

Moving around from town to town happened quite often when I was younger. I always mirage living in one house my whole life and never having to know the feeling of leaving good friends behind. The move from Michigan to Illinois was definitely the most arduous. Elise, one of my best friends, had been with me from the first day I walked into Rummer Elementary to when we were crying on my porch the day before I left Michigan three years later. I expected this to be the last time we saw each other. I had done this enough that I realized she would move on or the six hour drive would keep us separated till we eventually gave up. My mother promised me it would be different this time, I thought she was only trying to keep me from becoming an misanthropist,

Moving far away from family and friends can be tough on a child at a young age. It has its pros and cons. One learns how to deal with moving away from the people they love and also learn how to deal with adjusting to new ways of life. Everything seems so different and at a young age one feels like they have just left the whole world behind them. That was an experience that changed my life as a person. It taught me how to deal with change and how to adjust. It developed me from a young boy into a mature young man.

In that summer prior to moving in the fall, I grew anxious and eager. My friends slowly began to move to their new colleges and I thought to myself “wow, this is really happening!” Unfortunately, my sister and I (we are twins) started school on the same day so our parents had to split up and take me to California and her to New York. My mom traveled with me and I remember us sitting in the airport waiting for our flight watching my last sunset, and she said “I am so happy for you. I know you will enjoy this.” I knew I would

One year ago on the fourth of July at my family's farm, ¨wha whoo ¨we said in excitement as we jumped in piles of hay.We would mess up a pile, then put it back together we would run, run ,run ,then jump as high as we can we would make team and whatever team won they would get a special hat to wear and we would fight about who won and who get the hat also. They would fight about cheating , I would tell them not to fight because it's the Fourth of July after that would laugh so hard and they would laugh at them self too . they would be so confused at me and look at me sideways.. My brother and all the younger kids would play in the grass with toys than one of the

We were doing all of our tasks perfectly fine now. But, it was time for another family meeting……. we were going to move in two weeks. Disbelief at first, then sadness, then anger, then sadness again.

In this time I was able to mentally prepare myself for any new changes in my life. It was hard at first, but once I accepted the fact that we weren’t going back, I realized that I would have to start looking on the bright side of things, like the sun. Florida is known for the sunshine and the beaches and I was really excited to take it all in. The first time I went to the beach and stepped into the sugary, white sand and saw the crystal clear waters I knew that this is where I wanted to be. Ever since that day the water and I have been inseparable. I became very into water activities such as swimming, boating and just being out in the sun. I enjoy being outside especially if there is water involved. Believe it or not when I was little I got sick of the water and refused to go boating. It wasn’t until recently that I realized that this wouldn’t last forever and I shouldn’t take it for granted. Now I have learned to enjoy the little things like sitting out in the sun by the water and taking it all

We had all gotten ready for practice and coach told us we were going to go on a trail run. We loved trail runs because coach didn’t care how fast or slow we ran . we all loaded the bus so we could drive there I decided to sit with

Moving schools and neighborhoods was when I first felt like a stranger in the village, but in this case it’s not a village. Attending my new school was so hard to get comfortable with, but I managed. I made friends instantly and made new memories. Unfortunately some problems with my dad didn’t change and he would try to meddle with my mom's life and control her still which wasn’t good for my mom.

My mother worked nights and I went to school in the day, so we did our own thing most of the time. Things were easy and we were happy, until we had to move. When my nephew was three weeks old, we found out that my sister couldn’t handle him due to her mental disabilities. We decided to take him in and

My friend left and I was sad. We still had a day left to stay, but I was upset that I might not see dusty again. We said our goodbyes and parted. I wondered if I might see him again. Neither of us cried, but were just

“The Times They Are A Changin” is a great way to explain life in the 1960s. With the Vietnam War and change in lifestyle America started to change drastically. Music represented these changes by the change of tone changing from jazz as well as the stories it told. Most everyone wanted the war to be over, the deaths of men to end, and the people to be united. People began to criticise and view America as a more dangerous place, hippies began to create a new style of life, and numerous types of men were fighting for reasons they did not really understand causing culture clashes.

Dylan was hardly a grown man when he groaned the initial verse of his 1964 album’s title track, “The Times they are A-Changing” (1964). A masterpiece which would continue to ring in the ears of every new generation of upcoming adults for nearly half a century. Dylan depicts two conflicting mindsets in his anthem of progress: Those who resist change, otherwise known as, the first who will later be last; and those who rally for change, the slow that’ll later be fast. Respectively, lionized author and classical Ivy League educator Timothy D. Snyder’s, “Why Laptops in Class Are Distracting America’s Future Workforce,” published by Christian Science Monitor in 2011, documents the decline of his students’ attentiveness and well-being due to technology infiltrating his lecture hall. Alternatively, internationally renowned author, journalist, reporter, and fellow Ivy League scholar, Thomas L. Friedman, writes of why the time has come for technological change in education in, “Come the Revolution,” which was published by The New York Times in 2012. Despite the increasingly large divide that separates the two’s

I’ll never forget the day of fall 2011 it was a very warm day; I could smell the freshness of fallen leaves blowing in the wind I could remember it like it was yesterday. Me my two cousins joey, Cristian my friend Amado my uncle, and my brother Jorden was getting ready to go paintballing. It was a typical day nice out wet grounds from the morning dew crunchy leaves blowing all over the place. We all met up at my uncle’s house to gather up all our supplies and to have breakfast. After breakfast we put our stuff in the trunk of the car and headed off to the woods. We met up with six other players at the off road parking lot that was down the street we grab our stuff and rushed into the woods. We set up our guns by putting our tanks onto them putting paint in the hoppers and putting on our armor and masks. As we got all our stuff to getter we took picture to post on Facebook and to keep as memories of our first paint ball game.