moving away Essay

Changes in life can be tough to go through and sometimes they can be easy. Some of these things are harder than others and some can be a better choice. Like moving is one thing that changed my way i looked at people. Then there is growing up, growing up can be hard. Last but not least there is education. These things that you experience can change your perspective on how you look at life.

It was a small town in Cornersville, Ohio. Nothing much ever happened in this small town until one day. A new family moved in one afternoon. Everyone was surprised because no one even noticed the house being built. Everyone was still delighted that they moved in because the couple, Bob and Nancy, were very friendly. Bob and Nancy helped with all the activities in town and were very generous. A couple of weeks after they moved in, a lot of strange things began. Money started disappearing, the lights in the town went out every night except for Bob and Nancy's lights, even people's pets went missing. One night, everyone's lights went out at 11:30 as usual, except there was an extremely loud noise. The neighbors went outside to see where all the

     The day I moved away, a lot of things were going through my young mind. As I took my last look at my home, I remembered all the fun times I had with my family and friends through out my

I had my cousins and aunts and uncles. I also had my grandparents from my dad’s side. So it was as if a part of home was coming with me. It was August so my cousins didn’t have to enter school until the 3rd of september, we had our fun but summer had to come to an end and they had to go to school. Of course my mom being the forgetful woman she is, forgot my transfer papers so I didn’t enter school until a week later. I remember my first day of school was awkward, I didn’t know anybody besides my cousin. Which I’m thankful for because she’s the one who made this situation a lot easier. She introduced me to some of her friends and that very same day I met many great friends. Some of which I still talk to, to this

As I went downstairs the tone of the room felt hot, humid, and empty. Hot, because of the burning Atlanta temperatures of ninety-eight degrees or higher. Humid, caused by the broken air conditioning and affecting the density of the atmosphere. Finally empty. The furniture was missing and minimal sounds can bounce off to make echoes. I was departing from a place that I called home. I lived at the address 353 Leisure Court for almost a year; the identity of the street brings back smiles to my face because of its pleasantry. Living here has made me feel secure like a dog to his owner. Moving away from this security brought feelings of uncertainty. My lack of confidence was about the new beginnings my family would experience after the move. But

I then found out that I lived in district to attend McEachern HS at this point I felt excited because I had heard that this school was fun and big. I did know some people that attended this school, so I thought that coming here wasn’t that bad. When I came to register my first impression was “oh no this school is too big, I’m going to end up getting lost my first day here.” My first day of school here was really nerve racking, I was so scared and I felt so lonely. I was like the stranger in the village, I felt as if people looked at me weird and I just felt like I didn’t fit in. Having to walk from one building to another was a struggle for me because I wasn’t used to it. One of the first people I met here was my friend Monica who was a grade older than me and I had a class with her. One day in class she came to me and said “hey I’m Monica, are you new here?” I responded back to her and I said to her “yes I am, I came from South Cobb.” After this day we became really good friends. Once I started meeting other people at MHS wasn’t as bad but I still missed my

Towards the end of my 8th grade year my mom told me that we would be moving again, but this time to a whole other state. Once again my heart dropped and I was devastated. I told my closest friends and they all cried with me. They threw me a little going away party and I hung out with my best friend from my old school before I left. I didn’t want to relive being the new kid again but I didn’t have much of a choice since I didn’t want to live with my

Changes in life are just there, some you can predict and others you can’t. Sometimes changes are huge and others are not. Some sudden changes in life are moving across the country, your mom and dad remarrying and women starting to become equal to men.

“Honey, I got laid off again” my dad told my mom when I was about ten years old. At the time though, I didn’t know what was going on, so I really didn’t think anything of it. As I got older though it started to get clearer that he didn’t have his job anymore. That’s when i started to ask question on why he doesn’t have a job anymore. But during during the ages 12 and 15 he had gotten rehired by the same company, and then they laid him off again. The second time though, it took a pretty bad toll on us financially.

I was progressing into my ninth grade year and I felt more nervous than a person on their first rushing rollercoaster. I had no friends in cloudless California, all of my former friends were all back in New York.

At the end of first grade my parents decided to move. They wanted to move because they wanted to change schools for me, but are old house that I had lived at would only let us go too slv, and my parents didn’t want me to go to slv. So they decided to move. All though we had only moved across town, it felt like a world of difference. My old school was a small, desolate private school in Santa Cruz. We only had one class per grade. My first 1st grade class had only 17 kids. Now I was going to the big, scary elementary school with over 100 kids and more than 30 kids in my class.

When I was about 6 years old my family moved from California to Washington. My mom homeschooled me and my siblings for a year; I was in 1st grade. In 2nd grade I went to public school, Lake Louise Elementary school. I didn’t know anyone. My only friend went to a different school. I don’t remember much about the first day of school, just that I was pretty alone, I sat with another girl who was also alone, she had been at this school since kindergarten, the other girls just didn’t like her. Over the course of the school year we

As 8th grade started it was the worst few months in school. My brother and I only had each other for friends. We would go to lunch together and sit next to each other and talk about how much we hated the new school. The only reason why I was able to make a couple of friends was because the principal had to ask a student to introduce us to his friend group. I felt embarrassed that I could not make one single friend.

At night I couldn't sleep and would just lie awake thinking of home. I got closer to people the days after but until then I was feeling more miserable than ever.

Freshman year I remember walking into the school mortified, thinking that everything and anything that could go wrong would. I had never attended a Liberty-Benton School and knew about five people that would be in my grade. I was shy and quiet because I didn’t know any of the new faces. I was insecure about myself and thought that it would be almost impossible to make friends. Before high school, I went to a small, private,