Last year I moved from Guttenberg to Manchester, which moved me from Clayton Ridge to West Delaware High School. The whole move was a speedy process. Before we moved I only knew 3 people that attended West Delaware and out of those people, none of them are my age. I was upset with my parents for putting me in the position of leaving all my friends that I had finally gotten used to, to move somewhere where I didn’t know anybody. A rush of emotions were coming onto me; fear of losing friends, anger and resentment towards my family for not telling me until they had already bought the house, but also excitement because I would be starting all over again and meeting new people.
One freezing February Saturday, I needed wake up at six in the morning to go play in a volleyball tournament. The rest of my family was in Arizona and had left me in Iowa Falls, so I wouldn 't miss my finishing tournament of the season. I wasn 't jubilant about it, but I agreed anyway. My grandma drove me up to Dike New Hartford High School.
High school was a roller coaster ride for me, from the endless fun of parties to the minor breakdowns and panic attacks that would land myself in the hospital. The pressure and stress got to me and the fact that failing out of the school that I’ve been going to for twelve years with long life friends was coming to an end. Now that I look back at it though it might have been the best decision for my well-being because then I would of not been able to meet the people that I met at Chamblee Charter High School. You would think moving from a private to a public school would be a big cultural shock, you are very correct. Atlanta International School, which was the school I went for basically my whole life, was a very open minded, well rounded, and accepting establishment since the most of the students where from all over the world.
The only place that I have ever resided in was Miami, Florida so moving meant that I had to go to new schools and meet make new friends. Surprisingly, I made friends with people within the first two weeks and they are still my close friends going on three years. Despite having made friends, there was always a void in my heart. At school, I would sit in class wishing that my father was still alive or that I was still living in Miami.
We lived in the North Heights area of Amarillo, across the train tracks and I guess we would considered urban. Growing up in the 60’s we had neighborhood schools, I attended kindergarten at Miss Rosenberg’s Kindergarten, we graduated with white caps and gowns and I was really happy. She was a black woman with a Jewish sounding name, who was our leader who taught us the basic of learning. I attended North Heights Elementary School beginning in first through sixth grade Our high school, Carver High School was forced to close its doors to integrate and become a junior high school by the order the president of the United States. As I mentioned we had teachers that taught us, because they were like us, we didn’t experience a great deal of discipline
I was lost. Friends were not at my disposal. Time was in abundance. Thoughts was all i had. Freshman through Christmas break of my sophomore year I attended Berks Catholic High School, but before that I graduated from a feeder school named Scared Heart School.
It was so hard moving because I felt like I was leaving all of my friends behind. Maybe my old friends have moved on
Imagine that you have been trying something hard for so long and then finally just quit. I have always had ok grades here at Lowell Middle School. this year I started to go in the lower range of grades like D’s to C’s. But other years at lowell schools were not even close to years like this.
The past four years I’ve spent at Pascack hills High School has matured me in many ways. However sports is the one thing that helped me grow the most as a person I don 't know what kind of person I would be if I didn 't play sports. Activities such as football, basketball, and lacrosse have done so much for me as a person. Without participating in these activities I wouldn 't have matured as quickly as I did in high school. I started football in fourth grade, and I can honestly say that, the decision of playing football in fourth grade was one of the best decisions I have made in my life.
The book by Jeannette Walls, The Glass Castle, tells about the hardships that Jeannette went through for the first part of her life. Jeannette’s father was unable to hold a steady job and this forced her family to move very often. Jeannette lived in many places and was often homeless as a child. While moving to those places, most specifically in West Virginia, Jeannette faced the problem of trying to make new friends while also being bullied. She also had the struggle of not knowing where her life would take her next or if they would stay in one place forever.
Growing up, I went to a small town school in Kieler, Wisconsin. It was a class of 12 from kindergarten to eighth grade with no new kids. Growing up in Kieler made me who I am, it made me think about how close you can get to know others. Being with them for 9 years you get annoyed, frustrated, excited, and thankful. Going anywhere else I could never imagine.
Have you ever moved ? Have you been to a new school ? These are some of the things I have done. There are many more ahead so read on. My trip to Grandma’s
Have you ever felt uncomfortable, nervous, and confused ? These are all the things I felt moving to a new school. I had no idea if I would gain friends or if anyone would like me. Maybe if I had a tour around the new school before my first day I would have not been so disorientated. Going from a one story school to a two story school was hard, having to look down every five seconds to make sure I was on the right hall, or if I was suppose to be upstairs or downstairs.
Being raised in a poverty-stricken neighborhood had its disadvantages. Attending a less advanced school was one of them. As a child, I realized I enjoyed learning. School was always an interest to me because of the opportunity to further my knowledge. Though there were times when I didn’t learn much.
Moving to a different state during your high school years is not always easy. Different environment, different customs and different people. I moved from Miami to Houston in the middle of the 1st Semester of my freshman year. We moved to Houston due to financial issues. My sister told my father of the job opportunities in Houston, convincing him to move.
It moved us an hour away from where I was living at the time. It also put me in a brand new school and state. When I first got to my new school I was scared because I didn’t where I was or who anyone was. I didn’t know who I would fit in with or even if I would. My grades struggled after I moved because of all the added stress of wanting to give a good first impression and also trying to