When I was young, everything was consistent. I was content with the way things were, and didn’t really think about the future. Everything changed that eventful afternoon when my mother told me that we were moving. I remember feeling confused, not knowing what the move entails. Moving houses meant that I had to go to a new school, something that I’ve never done before. I’ve been in the same school system my entire life, and was nervous to start a new. I’ve always associated change with a negative connotation; moving taught me that it is important to make the best of your situation, and not all change is bad. It was a rainy first day of school. I had an uneasy feeling the night prior, and didn’t get much sleep. My body felt sluggish, and I looked like a train wreck. It was early still, so I sat on the couch waiting patiently. Everything was silent; the only sound I heard was the ticking of the clock. As I sat there, I expressed unhappy feelings about the move. I thought about how I didn’t say goodbye to a lot of my close friends. Staring back at the clock, it was 8:05 am, I was late. Hastily grabbing my backpack I bolted out of the front door. The heavy rain had died down slightly, but the winds were still raging on. As I turned the corner, I saw the school bus leaving. I stopped briefly, panting with my hands on my knees. I decided to walk to school, which was forty-five minutes away. Walking towards this huge daunting building, I felt overwhelmed. Everything felt so foreign, and I had no idea what uncharted …show more content…
I learned that you have to make the most out of every situation, and live life to the fullest. This means that you can’t let adversity set you back, or delay your path to happiness. Up until moving, I thought of change as a bad thing. Going to a new placed showed me that change offers an individual the chance to reinvent themselves, and build experiences that will last a
I had to go back to my country and come back to campus really feel the change I went through during the first year in college. I had to observe and interact with the first years to perceive the similarities between them and my old self, to see how I have changed and the extent to which humans are all alike. We might face the same struggles, but the ways we deal with them vary from person to person. I will try to tell my version of growing up in Lafayette.
The neighborhood we moved to seemed like a little bigger version of our little neighborhood in the Bronx, so I thought it wouldn 't be too bad, and I even began to think this could be like home. However, like whenever you move somewhere new, you always have to make adjustments, and this was no different. Having to go to a new school in a new city without knowing anyone was scary at first, especially for your first year of middle school, but I made the adjustment rather quickly. The area I was in, was South Philadelphia, it also, like the Bronx, had a small neighborhood feeling to it, so even though at first it seemed like it would be way different, over time it turned out to be pretty good. It had a lot in common with what I was used to in the Bronx, from the markets to the food even to the people. The one thing that really helped me adjust was how small Philly felt compared to New York. For instance, Philly only has two real subway lines, so you could get from one side to the city in another in almost twenty to thirty minutes, you couldn’t even get out of a borough in that amount of time in New York. Another thing is that my family and I would go back up at least once a month at least for the first couple years for Holidays and just to see everyone, so it wasn’t like I was ever very far away. I ended up adjusting pretty good to Philly,
The sun is making its way up the horizon, but has not yet filled the sky with its cheerful rays. We exit the bus and immediately turned into statues. We stood next the flag pole staring at the school entrance. “This is going to be okay. This is going to be okay” I mumbled to myself. I wanted to enter, nonetheless, gravity glued my feet down to the cold concrete ground. My hands started sweating through my thin-knitted pink sweater and tears were about to roll off my eyes. Shortly after, I saw a shadow of a tall woman approaching us from the school’s front door. My heart beats like a drum as she carefully making her way toward us like you would when you proceed a scared puppy. She stood about four feet away from us making sure she’s not invading our comfort zone. She knelt down and shows us her school staff ID card while holding her buzzing walkie talkie on the other hand. She then ask for our names and walked us one by one to our classrooms. I remember it was so early that I had to sit in front of my class waiting for my teacher to
One day my mom told me that I was moving schools and of course I was not happy at all. So the whole moving school thing I wasn’t happy about,but the good thing about it was I would meet new kids and make new friends and my mom told me that their was two kids that didn’t like each other so I was kinda worried about that but I would be fine. So the next day I got up I was ready to step into a new school and meet new people,so when we got there I went to take a tour and met a kid named August and another kid named Jack they were going to show me around. So they showed me around the school and I was so excited because I got invited to August’s b-day party and it was really fun but August told me their was this kid that was mean to him and Jack, he also told me that he was going to be at the park this afternoon with his mom so we
Walkinging into high school on my first day was like entering a new country for the first time. Unlike all the other kids around me I was super calm and a little too excited. Instead of sweaty palms I had shaking arms because I couldn't wait to meet new people and make new friends. That was always my personality so I think I had it much easier than the other kids.
Transitioning into high school, I experienced many changes. I became interested in sports, specifically football. I was introduced to a larger group of people since the entire county of teens went to the same singular high school. I actually grew taller! I started to see the world differently as I grew older. I noticed how different life was for White people and Black people in my small area learning to behave differently in mixed company. White people were not real. They were plastic like the characters on television as far as I was concerned. No one told me this, but I came to that conclusion based on my experience with them—as limited as that experience was.
I think I would be a good student at this school. I knew from visiting that the school itself held a warm, home-like feel to it. The academic and home-like environment seemed like a great place for me; I think I might be able to excel here. And here I was again, just a week later, except cold, sopping wet, and disoriented. Why was I even out in the rain? I wondered. I couldn’t seem to remember what I was doing before. My memory was foggy until the moment I stepped through the door.
My feet planted firm on the ground as I bit the inside of my cheeks to feel something. My pigtails and gray uniform forgotten along with my surroundings as I just watched death do his work. I didn’t feel like a kid anymore. The once peaceful scene turned into a mass of chaotic moments as soon as metal clashed on metal, and the remains of glass littered the floor of the street in front of the fenced gates of my school. My peers screamed loudly but the sound of the crash replayed in my head, but worst of all is that I saw the blond hair of the woman cover her face like a veil tainted red. My teacher ushered us to wait inside yet my mind was numb and my thoughts blurred as I heard the cries of the adults.
Everything in life is bound for change; we all need it in order to keep life interesting. I know now that nothing ever stays the same no matter how much I try to keep it that way. It’s an inevitable part of life, but not all change is bad. Change is a growing experience and I can honestly say that no change in my life has made me a weaker person, only stronger.
I did not want to move, because I had so much going for me in school. So I decided to stay in Colorado on my own. I had to learn to be disciplined, mature, and responsible. The imaginary border between childhood and adulthood had been unconsciously crossed at the moment when I decided to stay; I had entered the foreign world of adulthood.
I have came to the realization that moving to a new school is tough but it was the best decision I have ever made. The challenges I had to face when making my decision were very hard. At my old school, which is Blue Ridge, I've made so many memories with good friends. I used to live in Phoenix when I was just a little kid and my family moved to Pinetop for my fathers new business. At Blue Ridge, I thought I found a home there. Everyone treated me wonderfully and I thought I wanted to graduate from Blue Ridge. At the beginning of my junior year, I started to have doubts about graduating there. My friends started to be very discluding towards me and they became not very trustworthy to me. Here are the reasons for why I moved schools my senior year.
My background is very meaningful to me because I am the child of military parents. This unique lifestyle is extremely important to me as an individual because it clearly demonstrates my ability to adapt to change quickly. Relocating was constantly a challenge that I faced several times, even after my parents were honorably discharged from the Marines. Although many people may look at going to a new school as horribly terrifying, I became quite accustomed to this change. The events in my life were simply trials that have morphed me into the person that I am today. When I entered a new school or town, I faced new challenges that continued to push me. These experiences challenged me socially and academically. I consider this aspect of my background very important due to the fact that it has pushed me to become a resilient and tenacious individual and
After grade 3 ended, my parents told me we were moving to a new area which meant I would have to go to a new school. Boy, was I happy. A new chapter of life would begin. I was an A student at Lynnwood heights and I was very social. There was absolutely nothing to worry about. Or so I thought. When school started, I was completely caught by surprise. I had no idea what my teachers were teaching me. My teacher was exceptionally strict and it didn’t help I had no friends early on. They probably thought I was stupid because I couldn't even solve the simplest questions, I eventually learned why it was very different at Kennedy Public school. Lynnwood Heights was ranked 2000 in the province while my new school, Kennedy was ranked
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.
A first day at a new school can always be scary and nerve wrecking. Starting a new school can seem as if making new friends will be almost impossible. In the end a new school calls for new experiences and new friends.