I like playing with my friends and going to the mall and playing games. The kind of games I like are horror and adventure and two player and multiplayer games. People think I am emo, but i’m not I am very shy around new people and people I don’t know. It’s hard making new friends in a new school and district that I am new to! I didn’t even know I was moving to a different school it was almost time to go back to school. I never got to see the rest of Ralph Chanler looked like and see what I could of done there. This school isn’t like a middle school, plus you don’t learn stuff that you have to learn here. But at my old place you would learn about the stuff about your body and other stuff. I wouldn’t have to make new friends because
I use to go to Bethesda Elementary before I moved here. The reason I moved was because I would go to Thomas. H. Pyle Middle School while the kids at BE would go to Westland Middle School. If I continued going to BE in sixth grade when I moved to Pyle I would not know anyone. The reason I moved to Bradley Hills, and not any other school that was going to Pyle was because Bradley Hills had a renovation that allowed more kids to come.
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.
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 wasn’t sure what would become of me. It was peculiar, really. What was I supposed to expect? I was beginning a new school for the first time, and no high school movie could have prepared me for the years ahead. Come June, however, I beyond a doubt realized what was to become of me.
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
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
It’s been about three months since we’ve moved to Phoenix after the situation with Billy Deel. Grandma Smith died but Mom didn’t tell us anything about it and we’re living in one of her old houses now. The house is huge with fourteen rooms, Brian and I counted them as soon as we got there. We even have a backyard with orange and palm trees! Our neighbors are mainly Mexican and Native American people living in houses turned into apartments.
Being homeschooled until I entered the fifth grade, I probably wouldn’t keep the friends or the attitude I retain to this day. One quality you definitely would see if I didn’t transfer into public school is how shy I was. I wouldn’t have seen people the way I did, or acted around others the way I had. Had it not been for the journey of going from kindergarten to being homeschooled and finally to being in public school in the fifth grade, I would be someone completely different. I mean, my first day of school in kindergarten I stabbed another kid with a pencil for taking my lego block. But fifth grade became a whirlwind of new things, I didn’t even know about cliques at the time. When I got into public school is when I met Just-Ice (Justice) who has had that nickname since fifth grade. He and Leon were my only two friends back then. Leon and I underwent a falling out though and we stopped talking as much. But when sixth grade came around, I began to get to know Jesse and a good portion of my good friends today. Swapping school types again later on in life
For more than a decade, I grew up around ringing slot machines and glaring casino lights. It was not like any other childhood environment, but then again, Las Vegas is not any other city. I was admittedly less serious about my education because I knew that students there usually attended one of two closeby colleges, so I did not see the purpose in challenging myself to pursue any other college. However, the decision to move to a new city and state came as a surprise when one day my dad suddenly told my family that he’d accepted a new job in Irvine that offered a higher salary. My first reaction was to be angry- I could not fathom leaving everything I’ve ever known: my friends, my school, my home. We left Las Vegas on June 8th, 2013, two days after my last day of freshman year of high school.
WEll, I guess this is the beginning; the beginning of a new journey, a new life, a new me--hopefully.
Moving to a different area that is larger can be difficult and frightening all at the same time. When I was fourteen, I moved from my small town, Glasgow, to a big city known as Columbia. Not only did I move to an unfamiliar city; however, I moved in with a man who had a similar appearance like me. He had the same brown hair, brown eyes, tan skin, even our noses were the same. Be that as it may, this man was not unfamiliar to me because I had seen him in many pictures with me. Although I did not personally know him, my mother said that he was my father. As I began packing, I sat on my small twin size bed and started to wonder how my mother could just let me go. I was leaving my home that I had been use to for a long time with a strange man
Every year at least one teenager has to go to a new strange school. This can be difficult when a teenager doesn't know anyone in the school. Even I had to move schools when I was in 11th grade which was very hard because I've been to my other school for two years and I pretty much knew everyone there. Moving to a new school was very scary for me and it didn't make me really happy cause I knew that I would have to make new friends other people already have friends over there and I was just scared that I wouldn't fit in. Was 15 when does happened and I was currently on my way to go to 11th grade I lived with my parents. When I was in 10th grade I was enjoying school I had a lot of friends in school and life was really good but then one day my mom and my dad thought that apartment we were living in was too small for us and the rent was too much so my mom with the siding that maybe we should move I was upset because we were going to change schools and I really didn't want that to happen but my mom said they would try their best to find the same school in house around that now I just have to wait and find out if we do find a house or if we don't find a house around my school.
When I was ten-years-old, my mother decided to move to New York and my life as I had known it changed forever. Even now, whenever I close my eyes, I can still clearly see my first day of school in America. A teacher led me into a brightly lit room, dozen of eyes peered up at me and I had never felt more like an animal at a zoo. The extent of my vocabulary back then didn’t extend much further beyond “hello” and “goodbye”. Adjusting to a new school would be difficult enough, but I was in a new country where I barely even know the language. Everyday at school, I can see my classmates talking to me, but no matter how hard I try, I can't understand anything that was said to me. One morning on my second week of school, as I was talking to my classmates,
Have you ever been afraid to change schools? If so I can relate. So for Freshmen year of high school i went to a private school Winston salem christian school. I had been there my whole life, from 1st grade all the way to 9th grade. This school was all I had ever known, the people were very friendly and the teachers were amazing and also they were very encouraging. The private school I went to was very family oriented meaning that the teachers knew every student very well and they parents. The one thing that I really liked was how their was very few kids in each grade: my freshman year their was only 11 students in my class which I enjoyed very much. Another thing I also enjoyed was how we had sports teams but anyone who tried out made the team so no one got cut. While I was at Winston Salem Christian i played basketball for three years and volleyball for four years.
The most significant challenge that I've had to face was moving schools and even states. It was some of the biggest and quickest changes I've ever had to deal with and it wasn’t easy especially at ages 8 through 11. I learned to adapt to things faster so I wouldn’t get the feeling of being left behind. This experience definitely changed me as a person making me stronger and independent.