Personal Narrative: Changing My School

In the past year, a lot has changed for me. I lost a grandfather to cancer, then a month later an uncle to a gruesome semi accident. My grandmother on the other side of the family barely remembers me due to alzheimer's, and my mom lost her job but is now working over 1300 miles away in Florida. If someone would have asked me at the start of my Junior year what I expected to happen, I wouldn’t have listed any of those. As anticipated, it was not easy dealing with a downfall of events like that, but the way I was raised helped me cope with it all. I started out at a small private school, where Religion was just as important as Math and English. How we were to act was drilled into us, and after I switched to public school, there was a noticeable

I was going to Brentwood Middle School when I got the news. I was just starting to find my friend group. Then I was told I would be transferring to a new group of schools. I would be moving 20 minutes down the road into a little town called Nolensville. When I thought it couldn’t get any worse, I would have to transfer schools again after I finished my freshman year. During my sophomore year of high school, I began at Nolensville. This school and town have changed me in ways I never thought it would.

I moved to the United States in 2003 to live with my mother who then resided in the country for five years. The thought of escaping the war in Monrovia was thrilling but I soon realized that my country’s war was not my only battle. After my arrival into America, I was faced with oncoming waves of challenges. The war had prevented me from attending school for two consecutive years. The knowledge I had was incomparable to that of my peers. My inability to speak English, along with the overwhelming burden of my native tongue made learning in a new American school difficult. I was a foreigner left to present my capabilities clearly through black lenses with no words spoken depicting that I came from a third-world country. I accepted these faults

In 2015 when i was in 5th grade i changed schools to lafayette parish school and the food was BAD.And the kids were mean well alot of them.The wait for our parents and the long line of cars,and they made us pay alot of money.So we moved to scott middle and i liked it some of my friends were there and the gym was fun the food was good unlike the other school.But it changed my life because i used to be like a little trouble maker well not that much but until i came here i was not so much trouble.I was happy and i loved the teachers and it made a change in my life i dont really like the teachers that much over here i love them,and the work may be hard,but i know it no matter how hard it is i will get

Ever since i’d moved to John McCrae Senior Public School in grade 5 it had been my dream to compete in the 100 meter sprint at Birchmount Stadium. So when the opportunity to qualify to go to Birchmount was approaching I didn’t leave it up to fate. I trained for a week to make sure that I was ready for the tryout.

Coming from a fine arts High School and transferring to a sports driven High school was very hard. Thier different ways of doing things was like a slap in the face. I had culture shock. Coming from such a diverse community to being the minority in almost all the classrooms, it was really nerve racking. Not to mention all the inappropriate questions I was getting about black culture from students. But I knew it was all worth it because

Going to a new school has its ups and its downs, there are many struggles. There are also many things that are good that I like about Laurel Ridge. I am also having trouble academically.

I transferred to a different school in my fifth grade year. In the beginning, I was happy to

Changing from a private middle school to a public high school was definitely a huge adjustment for me. Starting in high school was already a big enough adjustment, but switching to public school meant more obstacles for me, such as meeting new people, different types of rules and a new class schedule. The biggest obstacle for me was to understand all the different options for each class. In private school, the teachers never explained to me what AP and honor classes were or how it could help improve my transcript for applying to college. It was not until the end of sophomore year where I completely understood that AP classes were for college credit, but by then it was too late for me. I had already taken multiple classes that I could have possibly

When I had to change schools I was excited. I was nervous too. There were things I got told that would be good or bad. Some of it was, some wasn't. I was told what teachers were good or bad. I like almost all of them. If a friend asked me what it is like I would say the truth.

I am a freshman this year. I came from a small school named Richwoods. I was salutatorian there. I had multiple friends their, and changing schools is a big deal. Truly changes aren't so bad, this change I like. I only like it because this is a beginning of a new future, and I hope that it will be a good future.

One of the biggest challenges I’ve faced was improving my prioritization of my school assignments. I’ve been somewhat of a slacker student as I procrastinated almost every time I was assigned homework, I would often do it the day it was due. However whenever I didn’t finish the assignment, I wouldn’t feel much regret as I thought one assignment wouldn't mean a thing to my grade. I kept on with this pattern through freshman year but then by sophomore year, my antics caught up with me. I had almost 5 missing assignments, a D in my Math III class, and I had almost all C’s by the end of that year. I was devastated; it was the first time I ever received a grade below a C in my entire life and most of all I was disappointed in myself and my mistakes.

2017 is going to be the best year eve because I moved into a new town, Pulman, I will also go to Japan to see family and friends, and I will do is work on my goals.

I wake up 5:00 am. More nervous than I ever were before. I prepared physically the night before but mentally I’m anxious about going to a new a school. I make a good breakfast and I try to calm myself. As I get on the school bus I try to distract myself from this anxious feeling. My stomach is turning upside down and my armpits are sweating. As soon as the bus pulls up to this new school I get a text from my mom, which said: “Head up, chest out”. This keeps me going the whole day.

However, I felt like this place was home but at the same time the new place did not feel like home. As the days past by, I began to feel like I started to become one with the school. But I knew that I would not be able to form a bond like I had with my friend’s at my first school. I was prepare for that due to the fact that I had been with my friends my whole life. I also knew that going to a new school also meant that I would basically have to start a new life. Which meant that I would have to change my lifestyle and how I act around people. The thing that I discovered that would continue to drive is a best friend that continues to push me and keep in mind that my friends would still continue to be my friends.