I was fully optimistic that the day would go well, but it did not fall in the plan that I believed it would. It was the same routine in a new environment. My first day at Larned High School started like every first day before me. The principal, Mr. Langdon, gathered all the students and welcomed us into a new school year. The speech as long but informational. It was a familiar speech that I had heard every first day of school. Unfortunately, this familiarity would end, and now I was stuck roaming the halls in a new school looking for my first class.…
I woke with a start, my alarm clock screaming at me to get up before the sun. I slid myself out of bed, groggily dodging the mountains of boxes precariously placed about my room. I truly believe that I was not ready for such a big move, or what it would do to me as a freshly graduated 6th grader. I avoided everyone on that too-early morning, not quite brave enough to say goodbye. I was feeling some odd mixture of excitement and distress because I was excited to see me mom again after 3 months, but was I really prepared to say goodbye to everything else? How long would it be until I saw my dad or brothers? My whole other half of my family? All these thoughts raced tirelessly in my head as I dressed, ate, and slowly came to my senses. The last of what my grandpa and I could fit in the tiny silver car had been crammed into every last crevice. I valiantly fought back tears as I hugged my dad and forced myself onto the tan leather seat of my grandpa’s Miata. I strapped myself in for what I didn’t realize would be the ride of a lifetime.…
I moved to Alabama from Texas at the beginning of my 6th grade year. The day before leaving, my best friend since kindergarten came over and stayed the night with me, dreading falling asleep and waking up to a nightmare of having to say goodbye. The morning came and so did the tears, I had packed up my entire life, said goodbye to all my family, friends, my house, and even my dad. How was I, an insecure, and VERY shy little girl supposed to just leave everything I knew and loved and start all the way over when my life was just getting started? It was a long 12 hour drive from Dallas, Texas, to little town Guntersville, Alabama and it gave me a long time to pity myself, hate my mom for moving me, get over the hate and be excited, and then be upset all over again. Alabama. Why Alabama? We had a choice, Alabama or Florida, and we chose here??? Me being a stubborn, bratty, over dramatic pre-teen, I just couldn’t wrap my head around it. I thought the world was ending.…
Moving from Michigan to Florida in March of 2006: My dad was forced to leave Michigan to find work, and our cross-country move was immediately preceded by the succumbing of my grandfather to brain cancer. I was angry that God was leading me away from family and familiar surroundings, and I was also mourning over the loss of my grandfather. God later brought wonderful friends into my life in Florida, but more importantly, I eventually realized that this move (and subsequent moves…
The classroom was bright and colorful. It was like a world of wonder. We hung our backpacks up in the small cubbys and got settle in our seats. Each of the desks had our names on them. Some of the kids were accompanied by their parents on the first day. My mother didn’t come with me. She said I was a big boy and I would be fine. As Ms. Bishop was walking down our class schedule on the chalkboard, I decided to go introduce myself to my classmates. I have never been a shy person or afraid to meet people. “Good morning, everybody and welcome to your first day of kindergarten,” Ms. Bishop said.…
My first day was an okay day; there weren't so many kids there because the senior’s juniors and sophomores didn't have school that day. My first thought about school was that, I didn't want school to start yet because it was still summer. I was a little nervous at first but when I got there I was fine. I went to all my classes and I thought wow this is going to be hard. I got lost a couple of times because it was a big school and I was new. Then the day after that everybody was here at school and it was very crowed I could barely get to class on time. The first week of high school was pretty easy because we didn’t have a lot to do.…
I was just ten when my parents told me that my dad got a new job and that we had to move from New York to Georgia. At that moment millions of thoughts rushed into my mind. I didn't want to move. I had a lot of friends and family here, I was on a little league team, everything is great here, and I didn't like the idea of leaving that all behind. I didn't even know where Georgia was. But I knew I had no choice, so that last day of school I said my goodbyes to my friends and teachers with sadness in my heart, knowing I wouldn't see them again next year. I got home, packed everything, and closed the door of the empty house. We drove thirteen hours to our new home. During those thirteen hours of sleeping and staring out the window, a mix of sadness…
The day I decided to move was a very emotional day. It was a day I felt that it was time for a change. I was in a place in my life where I felt like I was stuck and very unhappy. Even though I had everything that I thought would make me happy, I was not happy. I had a job, my own place a car and plenty of friends, and yet I still felt unhappy. Deciding to move was a hard decision because I was not only changing my life I was leaving friends that I had been around my whole life, 25 years to be exact. I was leaving my mother, my two brothers, my uncle and my grandmother which was all the family that I Really ever had.…
I moved into my home when I was about 4. They house we used to live in was going to be too small once me and my sister, Mira, got older. I was very sad that we were leaving the house I had lived in my whole life. I had many fond memories for it, such as my dad building a playing structure for me and my sister. I remember thinking that I had a say in which house we were going to buy, and I thought that I had a part in making such an important decision, which I know now is preposterous, but I felt proud to be making choices. I remember missing my old house, with the play house that my dad made, and the stairs up to my bedroom, which seemed so tall. This new house had no stairs. I remember meeting our new neighbors, Manny, who really like vintage pinball machines…
By Friday of that week we were moved into a small apartment in Oak Grove and starting at Sacred Heart on Monday. I hadn’t eaten since Wednesday from all the stress and tears that I couldn’t make go away no matter what I tried. My first day was all a blur, I rarely ate anymore, attempting to fix what I thought was “wrong with me”. Sixth grade was over and I made some nice friends and thankfully the bullying and name calling stopped but the piercing thoughts stayed with me.…
After a few weeks into the school year, I was flying high. I had great friends and I could not ask for more. Coming to school did not seem like a chore anymore, suddenly waking up at 6:30 did not matter. Smiles were always pasted on my face, especially while I was with my friends. Each day was a new adventure that I could not wait to tackle, until the incidences began to happen.…
I was so excited that I could hardly sleep. I spent all the night taking my new colorful school stuff out of my small pinky backpack and returning them in. I checked them billion times, smiling from ear to ear. It was 7:30 am and I was completely awake for my first day of first year of school. After eagerly wearing my first uniform, I bounced about in happiness. I could not keep still as my mother was brushing my curly black hair. She asked me if I was excited about going to school and I nodded and chuckled gleefully. scared and I extremely assured her that there was nothing to be scared of. I remember myself sitting by one of the living room windows impatiently waiting for the school bus. " The yellow bus is outside" I cried in delight. On the journey to the school, I was whistling and humming some of my mother’s favorite songs.…
New to the district and to my elementary school, I shuffled my way to class with my eyes fixated on the floor below me. My father held my hand and as we reached my first grade classroom, he gave it a little squeeze. I had told my dad…
The experience of moving in a new home is a life changing moment for me. I have grown up in my old home ever since I was born. While I was growing up, I met new friends that happened to go to the same school like me. I started cherishing memories of the times where my best friend would walk to my house and ask my mom if I can come outside to hangout. My best friend and I was really close to each other that we were just one house down from one another. The part that hurts me is saying goodbye, even if I know it is not a goodbye, I will never know when is the next time I will see her again. Arriving at my new home was a devastating moment for me. I know I will eventually get custom to this new arrangement, but it is…
Oh gosh a new school, a new year. I never liked this moving back and forth thing every time Dad gets a new job. There is no point in making friends, but this year will be different I thought, as I waited for the bus to arrive. I started to see the ugly mustard yellow bus approach me. As the door to the bus opened, the smell of damp, wet towels that have been sitting in a pile for weeks on end ,and overly sweet perfume punched me in the face. “Maby this year won't be so different after all,” I thought as the bus doors opened. Ridgewood High I thought a new beginning, but I ran to my first class, honors calculus. I was scared to approach anyone based on my looks. I have dark brown hair, dorky square glasses that are too big on me that I…