Personal Narrative: My Changing Of School

During the start and the end of the fall semester year of 2015/20116 at Montgomery College, my life changed dramatically for me. Going back to school after graduating four years ago at Baltimore Freedom Academy high schoolHigh School has been challenging for me, but of course it’s challenging for anybody with the same circumstances of not being academically active for all those years, and almost forgetting all the retained information that was given from previous teachers. I felt like my brain was rotting, yet the really bad part about it is that, I wasn’t doing what I loved, which was playing organized college basketball. Throughout my journey of the fall semester, challenges came my way from left to right, but the hardest of all that I’ve faced are adjusting to the student athlete life style again at a college level, trying to learn and complete all that’s given to me from my professor, and working a part time job to help support myself.

I have changed from 8th grade to high school. When I was in 8th grade I was so shy, quiet and not so much mature. Now that I’m in high school I have meet a lot of new friends, and transformed into a better person by not being shy and matured.

As I grabbed my backpack and stepped out of the dad’s jeep, I stared at my new high school. Transferring to a new high school as a senior, I knew I was going to have a hard time adjusting to my new environment. As I approached the school’s front door, I said to myself, “The joys of having a father in the military. Always moving, learning how to adapt wherever I go because of his job.” It’s not going to be easy this time, but I knew I could do it. I took a deep breath and opened the school’s front door.

I wish I could go back to kindergarten. “The same boys who got detention in elementary school for beating the crap out of people are now rewarded for it. They call it football.” Laurie Halse Anderson. High school is a rough place like elementary with testosterone and steroids. It’s extremely fast paced and people won’t slow down for you nor anyone else either.

Switching schools can be difficult. Especially when you don’t really know anyone except some of people that went to the same elementary school as you. The scariest school move so far was from elementary school to middle school. It was scary because at the time all my friendships were on the rocks and that killed me. My friends were all I had to look forward to. If I had no friends There was nothing for me in middle school. Anyway I went into Coal Ridge a nervous wreck. I slowly figured out that me and one of my friends had all the same core classes as me. When I found out it calmed me a little bit but, I was still really nervous to go to my classes. I didn’t meet any of my teachers before. So I used a few of Jackie Robinson's nine values to help myself get through middle school.

Something such as returning back to school was long gone and in my past goals. After a couple of years I never thought I would end up going back to school since everything that I wanted was going good and according to plan. However sometimes we are faced with tough situations where we must find other resources in order to improve and better ourselves. Going back to school was one of the most important and wise decisions that I have ever made.

This was a decision that had been haunting me for months. I wanted to transfer my senior year from my arts high school to the more traditional high school setting. I had two choices in front of me. One, leave behind my friends, start over, and take a leap of faith. Or two, stick it out and be unhappy for a year. This constant battle seemed to never leave my head.

After leaving Jewish day school in the sixth grade and moving to a public school, I struggled to maintain my connection to my faith. It was difficult for me to return to synagogue on Saturdays, as there was a social pressure to make connections with new friends, and manage the new workload. Slowly but surely, I saw the parts of made me Jewish fade into the background. In the seventh grade, I had an enlightening conversation with my grandmother, who suggested I take part in the Ivry Prozdor program at the Jewish Theological Seminary, where my grandfather had received his rabbinical degree. On Sunday mornings, I engaged in fascinating classes on Jewish law, heritage, history as well as conversation Hebrew language. I have studied at Prozdor every

I was withdrawn from my previous middle school and things were rather calm at home I threw myself into my school work and found a sense of secret control threw self-harming and obsessive dieting it was rewarding to see the numbers go down on the scale, and up in the books. I was still withdrawn and sick I was just better at hiding it and the layers of secrecy in my life would build with age like the rings in a tree trunk. It was nearly the end of my eight grade school year before anyone intervened. The boy I sat at lunch with had tried killing himself the difference was, he warned people in his family and got caught plus help. He was put into therapy and on medication but I was also caught in the spotlight the school found out about my cutting

Have you ever realized that as you get older you slowly have less and less time to do anything fun or spontaneous? For me, I may not be considered old, but lately it seems to be getting harder to do anything such as hanging out with friends, hanging out with my girlfriend, and even just watching television. As I get older it is becoming increasingly difficult to stay young. All of my time has been taken with the pressures of school, so that I can build a career, and working 2 jobs. I’ve been working at McDonalds for about 3 years and The Home Depot for almost a year now. This last semester I finally decided that I wanted to go to school. This way I can have a better career, so that I won’t have to have two jobs. However, that made even

Fifteen and naïve, there was nothing my father could teach me that I already didn’t know or at least I thought. At times, I can still be seen weighing the many advices he gave me growing up. At the tender age of fifteen, my father decided to move back to Colombia. While it has taking me a while to forgive, I understand his many reasons for doing so. His leaving left some ramifications, especially for my mother and eleven year old sister.

The first day of school, I made a group of friends that I stuck with all four years. For three years, I was a varsity member of the debate team. Just this year, I graduated as the valedictorian. I’ll never know if I would have succeeded at the other school, but I don’t regret my decision in the

While I heard several kids were afraid of spiders, snakes, and so on, I was terrified of “change” especially moving to a new school. It might have been acceptable if I had moved around less than twenty times. As a kid, I thought moving always brought me a depression and took away the “opportunities” in my life. A teacher didn’t see my potentials because I was a new student, so I always missed the “opportunities.” Therefore, I told myself that when I could make a decision, I would never choose to move around. I would stay away from “change.”

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. Bumping into people while looking down and asking multiple people for direction even though I was shy. Giving five minutes after each class to get to the other, walking into a classroom on my first day people staring and observing. Moving to a different town is not about the new house, it is about adapting to a new environment.

I check my watch as I race to catch my first ever Austin Metro bus home. My