When I was five, I moved from Chicago to Dallas. I didn’t completely understand why we needed to, because I thought we were doing just fine in Illinois. Moving meant that I’d leave behind friends I’ve known for years. I’d lose Sam and Cecilia, who I hung out with at preschool and roleplayed as Pokemon during recess. I’d leave behind Ana, whose mothers were the kindest I had ever met. I’d never say good morning to Miss Eva ever again, who would always play Yellow Submarine on her guitar, and all the kids would sit in a circle, listening to the song. Leaving the people I was growing up with behind would leave me distressed. In the end, I had no say in the outcome. At five years old, I didn’t comprehend the reason why my family had to move and would throw tantrum after tantrum to convince my parents that we should stay. That didn’t work. After all the tearful goodbyes, My father packed as much furniture into his black Camry Toyota as it could fit, had the larger furniture brought to Dallas by movers, and herded me and my three year old sister into the car. …show more content…
By the time we arrived to the temporary apartment, my parents were sick of the screaming and squirming of two little kids who had so much energy they had sixth winds instead of just two. We settled down as my mom decided to enroll me in the nearby kindergarten. I wasn’t ecstatic to establish friendship with others. Wanting to just stay at home and play with my sister all day, I bargained with my mother to homeschool me. My mother wouldn’t have any of that, and told me that I’d begin classes in two
After coming to the United States where I was excited to see a new country, people, and living, I lived in the city of Corona where I was attending a public school. After being at an all girl’s Christian school that requires us to have a certain length of the uniform skirt, hair being pulled up, and clothes ironed, and attending church at school every week was something completely different for me. Being at a school that involves boys and freedom from what I had before was a new thing for me because I was not used to it. I didn’t feel comfortable to the change and told my mother that I wanted to be in home school. She agreed and placed a request form to place me in home schooling. After being accepted, I was able to get all my work done com...
It was the fall of 2010 and little did I know that my world was about to change drastically. We had moved back to Kenosha, Wisconsin in 2008 after living in Mexico, and I was starting to enjoy my life in the dairy state. My 6th Grade classes had just started at Bullen Middle School. It was right at this time when my world seemingly got flipped upside down. My parents had a family meeting and informed my siblings and me that we were moving to a small Iowa town called Orange City. I had feelings of nervousness, excitement, and sadness all mixed together.
Growing up I never gave a thought as to why I was homeschooled. Having never experienced a single day of public school, I wasn’t familiar with the morning routine of catching the school bus. The familiar scene for me was waking up much later than my peers and going to my “school” where every day was pajama day. While my friends would often let me know how
Many folks go their whole lives without having to move. For them it is easy; they know the same people, have loads of friends, and never have to move away from their families. As with me, I was in a different situation. I grew up my entire life, all eighteen years of it, in a small town called Yorktown, Virginia. In my attempt to reach out for a better life style, my girlfriend and I decided we were going to move to Shreveport, Louisiana. Through this course of action, I realized that not two places in this country are exactly alike. I struggled with things at first, but I found some comforts of home here as well.
The decision to homeschool was made by my parents before I was born. I have an older brother and he was when my parents decided to homeschool. A good amount of homeschoolers that I interacted with where being homeschooled for various religious reason and sometimes because of their family’s economic situation. My parents reasoning for wanting to homeschool was quality of education. My parents recognized that my older brother learned differently and they didn’t think he would be ready for school when he became school age, so they decided that homeschooling would be the best education they could give to my brother. When I became school aged, my parents were already committed to homeschooling and their decision to homeschool me was something I’m grateful for. Instead of tracks, I was able to learn at my own pace. I was reading a few years before the “norm”, but I learned how to spell about a year later than the “norm”. Being homeschooled could be detrimental to social interaction, but I was always out with my parents and they always pushed me to interact with people. Because of this, I have never had any issue of interacting with someone regardless of their age. My mother worked as an RN, but when the decision to homeschool was decided, she stopped working to spend her time teaching my brother and I. This obviously had an impact on my family’s economic situation. My father worked as a firefighter and while we never struggled with poverty, we never had a lot of money. When I started high school, I started supplementing my at home education with classes from a school that offered classes specifically to homeschoolers. The “school” was small, but due to the high number of homeschoolers in the Chattanooga area there was a decent population. As I said, I always thought I was decent at interact with people, being in a school environment brought to my attention that I was better at
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 life. Now I was moving 800 miles away from all of that with no insight on what lied ahead for me. As my family and I drove away from our Michigan home, I looked out the window wondering what Virginia would be, and what my friends were doing. A lot of things were going through my mind at the time. At the time my main worry was if I would make any friends, and how I would adjust to everything. During the whole drive down, my mother would often let me know that everything would be all right and I would like it. Trying to be strong and hold back my tears, I just shook my head no, wondering why we had to move so far away. Life would be different for me and I knew it would.
Have you ever had to move to another state? If you have move to another state, I know how you feel. You might had have friends that you were really close to, but then it turns out that you have to leave them because your parents got a new job or something else happened. Well let me tell you my experience, based on why I had to move.
When I was nine years old, my parents, two siblings, and uncle decided that it was time for us to move from Missouri up to chilly Massachusetts. Both my uncle and father were construction workers. There were so many projects in Massachusetts, it was sensible for us to move. Financially, this was also the solution to our money problems. All around we were all very excited for this move, all except for myself. About halfway to Massachusetts, I had a gut feeling that this was a bad decision. Upon arrival, I felt like a fish out of water and, I was. Everything was so different compared to how Missouri was.
Not until I started attending Seattle Central Community College (SCCC) as a Running Start student did I appreciate the sacrifices my parents had made. By meeting people from diverse backgrounds at SCCC and spending more time apart from my family, I finally understood what my parents had been trying to teach me through homeschooling. They wanted to nurture my spiritual needs and didn’t want me to forget our cultural background and values, especially...
It was a beautiful, sunny day in South Florida. I was six years old, playing by the pool with my new puppy. I loved swimming in the pool almost every day after school. I also enjoyed going out on our boat after school or crossing the street and going to the beach. My father came home one evening with some interesting news. Now, I do not remember exactly how I felt about the news at that time, but it seemed like I did not mind that much. He had announced that we were going to move back to my birth country, Belgium. I had been living in Florida for five years and it was basically all I had known so I did not know what to expect. I had to live with my mom at first, and then my sister would join us after she graduated high school and my father finished settling things. I remember most of my earlier childhood by watching some old videos of me playing by the pool and dancing in the living room. It seemed like life could not get any better. However, I was excited and impatient to experience a new lifestyle. I realized that I could start a whole new life, make new friends and learn a new language. Belgium was not as sunny as South Florida but it has much better food and family oriented activities. Geographic mobility can have many positive effects on younger children, such as learning new languages, being more outgoing, and more family oriented; therefore, parents should not be afraid to move around and experience new cultures.
Every new graduated high school student wants to get out of their parents’ house. They want independence, and to feel like they are going somewhere in life. Well, that’s what I thought. Moving out was the hardest thing I had done so far. I had just graduated and was barely making any money but I thought oh well so many people move out this young I’m just going to have to work harder, maybe skip school this semester until I can get on my feet to take classes. I knew all too well that I wouldn’t be able to afford it on my own, so I asked my best friend if she wanted to live with me. Little did we both know that living with another person would be a very different experience then living with our parents. We had plenty of fights over messy rooms, the empty fridge, empty bank accounts, and annoying neighbors.
It wasn’t like anything I’ve ever felt before although the intense summer heat penetrating through the bullet proof glass walls of the airport felt somewhat familiar. It was my very first time coming back home to the Philippines ever since my family decided to move away. I was eight years old when we moved away, which I guess made it easier for me to adjust to a new culture. My mind was yet to mature and I was yet to realise that I was leaving the country I was born in and was about to get introduced to a very different way of life. Coming home made me feel as if it was a foreign land all over again, I had forgotten so much about the country and I couldn’t wait to experience the atmosphere of the Philippines once again.
It’s a cloudy rainy day, thunder is non stop. My mom went out to get dinner for tonight, and every year on my birthday there are fireworks shot into the sky. It's been such a gloomy day, and the fireworks always change my mood instantly, gives us hope she’ll be found. My best friend Kailey and I have been friends since 2nd grade, we used to live next to each other before my mom sent me away, I never got to say goodbye to my family. I don't get to leave my house often only my best friend knows where I live now, and I sneak out at night to see her.
I leave my hometown when I was seven years old. My family, my grand p...
If you ask anyone what home means to them more than likely you’ll get several different opinions. In my case home has never been a specific place it’s always been wherever my mom was! My Mother and I have been moving from place to place ever since I could remember.