Saying goodbye to a town you once called home is easier said than done. I found this out when I moved away from my hometown in the third grade. The earliest memories of my childhood began in the small town of Bolivar, Missouri. One memory in particular was a sleepover I attended shortly before I was told my family and I were moving. A girl named Grace had invited all the girls in my class, including me, to a sleepover to celebrate Graces upcoming birthday. I was acquaintances with the girls invited, but I still felt a sense of discomfort because I had only known them for a short time. I felt relieved when I found out a good friend of mine, Ashlynn, whom I had been friends with since Kindergarten, was going to be attending the sleepover as well. The sleepover consisted of a variety of fun …show more content…
My first day filled me with fear as I anticipated the unknown. Thoughts raced through my mind. What am I going to do without my friends? What if no one in my class likes me? When I stepped into the building the sound of the national anthem filled the air as a crowd of unfamiliar faces passed by me on their way to their classrooms. When I entered my new classroom, the class fell silent as I became the center of attention. My teacher, Mrs. Woods, welcomed me and told me to sit wherever I’d like to. I felt out of place not knowing where to sit or whom to sit by. I wouldn’t have this problem right now if I had just stayed in Bolivar. Everyone’s eyes were focused on me as I sat down at an empty desk next to a girl named Lauren. Mrs. Woods later assigned Lauren to show me around at recess. This might be my chance to make my first friend. At recess Lauren and I made small talk, but I could tell Lauren would much rather go play with her friends. This would be our first and last day talking to each other. From then on I would spend my time at recess reading a book to pass the
It was late fall in my freshman year of high school where I became very good friends with two girls named Alyson and Brittany. Brittany was short and plump. She had long blond hair and freckles. She just had this look that made her seem very innocent and sweet. Alyson on the other hand was tall and skinny with short dark hair. She did not necessarily put off that innocent vibe. We were nearly inseparable. The weather was sunny and warm, we were always out and about whether we were riding quads, swimming or just having a movie day, When we were together we never argued, the room was always filled with random conversations and laughter. Brittany invited Alyson and I over for a sleep
When I was 7 years, I moved from my home in Australia to the other side of the planet to Dallas Texas. When I heard that I was moving, I felt a wave of despair wipe over me. As Taylor says “I have never in my own memory been outside of Kentucky” (Kingsolver 12). This was the same for me since I had never been
I spent the first twelve years of my life in a small town in Delaware, where I imagined I would always stay. Life in Delaware was not perfect but it was ideal for our family. Growing up in that small town made me accustomed to consistency, secureness, and a reliance on close family and friends. Whether it was because of my age or not, I never realized how blessed I was to have grown up in Bear, Delaware. That was until my dad accepted a promotion in the Midwest the winter of sixth grade. The idea of change shocked me, as it would for any other twelve year old unaware that people move from where they are from.
The first day of school can be exciting and adventurous for many people, but for others it may be problematic. In “The First Day” by Edward P. Jones, the girl is having her first day of school by signing up. Her mother tries to sign up at Seaton Elementary School, nonetheless she was not accepted because she was from another district. Jones argues that although this may be an unremarkable first day of school for the girl, it allowed the girl to understand the struggles of placing her in a school because of her mother’s limitations in education. Edward P. Jones employs rhetorical techniques to convey his meaning and to appeal to the readers emotions.
The first day of school dawned after I had. The morning was cold sunshine on a content blue sky. I was so despondent that I was crying; how would I be able to deal with a new school, with new teachers, guys with beards, and so many of my best friends gone?
For the sake of not getting sued for mentioning the town’s name, my town will be referred to as “H.” I moved to H from Philadelphia back in 2006. My dad had received an excellent job offer in the small city near H. My parents had decided my sister and I wouldn’t go to the city’s schools, because the suburbs had better schools. We left everything we knew in Philadelphia and moved to the small town.
The first day of school had come , and Alex had to go to his new school. He was nervous about how this school would be, how his new teachers and friends would treat him , and how he would adapt to these new circumstances. He arrived at school with his parents; he found that the school was nice, but he felt that it is not like the old one ; he felt that the students were looking at him curiously as a new student join them . That day was so hard for him; he was sitting in the class anxiously and waiting for the day to end quickly. He hated this school day after day just because he was wanted to stay in his old one with his friends .
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.
For many young people, the idea of moving is absolutely forbidden. Why would anyone want to start over, again and again, having to make new routines, meet new people and somehow learn to accept that you won’t be with your friends anymore? Most of us would rather avoid the topic all together, but occasionally, it can’t be helped. People move for many reasons; maybe a tragic event occurred that needs to be escaped, maybe job opportunities popped up, or a job itself even requires the move.
Its the June long weekend in 1995 my family has decided to go to Langley Woodlands for a family get away. We packed the car up mum and dad in the front, and me, Lillie and good old barney in the back seat watching movies before we decided to rip out each others brains before we even got there. Not long after we fell asleep in the bad until we arrived to the place. Once we arrived we woke up to the scenery of tress, paths and a big house. Lillee and i rushed inside as soon as the front door opened to this big amazing house, it was like a dream. We rushed up the stairs even barney followed he was just excited as us to check our rooms out, once we stepped inside our rooms i knew it wasn't just a Woodhouse it was a magical Woodhouse there was
Everything seems like it’s falling out of place, it’s going too fast, and my mind is out of control. I think these thoughts as I lay on my new bed, in my new room, in this new house, in this new city, wondering how I got to this place. “My life was fine,” I say to myself, “I didn’t want to go.” Thinking back I wonder how my father felt as he came home to the house in Stockton, knowing his wife and kids left to San Diego to live a new life. Every time that thought comes to my mind, it feels as if I’m carrying a ten ton boulder around my heart; weighing me down with guilt. The thought is blocked out as I close my eyes, picturing my old room; I see the light brown walls again and the vacation pictures of the Florida and camping trip stapled to them. I can see the photo of me on the ice rink with my friends and the desk that I built with my own hands. I see my bed; it still has my checkered blue and green blanket on it! Across from the room stands my bulky gray television with its back facing the black curtain covered closet. My emotions run deep, sadness rages through my body with a wave of regret. As I open my eyes I see this new place in San Diego, one large black covered bed and a small wooden nightstand that sits next to a similar closet like in my old room. When I was told we would be moving to San Diego, I was silenced from the decision.
It was my first week of my freshman year in college. Normally, you want to survive the first week by going to school events and meeting new people. Being the first Saturday night of the school year my new friend and I decided to go to a party in another dorm on campus. Both of us didn’t know what to expect at a college party, so we dressed up and tried to look our best. As I put my black mascara on I knew that this would be a fun night. My friend Jessica knew one of the guys that would be at this gathering because he lived in the same town that she was from. Finally, we leave our dorms and head out to our first college party. We arrived at the party and started to play cards. As the night progressed, poker was getting a little boring and staying in that dorm room wasn’t too much fun either. Abruptly, one of the guys said we should go to a freshman dorm. Everyone grabbed their belongings and headed to central campus. As we walked to central campus many of the boys were whispering about how they were going to cause a ruckus. No one was a resident of this hall, so we had to ask someone who was outside to let us in.
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.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after
It was a gloomy Tuesday despite the fact that it was late August. I had missed the first day of school because I always hated the idea of introductions and forced social situations during those times. I hated my particular school ever since I started as a freshman the