Telling my friends the worst news, packing up, and leaving them all behind was one of the hardest things I could have possibly done in my life. Going from knowing everyone to nobody in a a matter of months was depressing yet amazing. Starting over has it’s perks. It was hot sunny day in the middle of band camp. My parents have been wanting to move to Beckville to be closer to family for the last 3 years but could never find a house. When I woke up everyday that week, I wasn’t sure if it was going to be the last day with everyone that I’ve known since I was two years old. I put some shorts on and a shirt, threw my hair up in a ponytail, and tied my tennis shoes for what was going to be a tiring day just like the other past days that week. …show more content…
It’s 9am,” my mother said. I managed to sit up in my bed still half awake. When I looked around, I saw cardboard boxes all over my room. I gave my friend Kaylee a call since I thought it was going to be the last time that I saw her. When Kaylee came over and I told her the horrid news that there would be no more laughs during lunch or secrets in the hallway, she almost was terrified. I had asked her to keep me company while I pack up my clothes. I had packed my clothes in a box still on the hanger so it’d be easier to put them in my new closet an hour away. We shared old memories, last laughs, and talked about how scared I was to start at a new school with people I’ve never met. When Kaylee left, It finally hit me that this was not a dream. it was an upsetting reality. As I was packing up my bedding and books, I came across my old yearbooks from years past. I wanted to cry, but for some reason I didn’t. We had decided to stay with my grandma during the move so we could go ahead and start school. We had unpacked about 2 weeks worth of clothes while we stayed at my grandma’s. It was fun staying at my grandma’s. Every day my grandma would clean my room, wash my clothes, and cook every meal for me. It was like staying in a fancy …show more content…
A new school, a new me. This was my chance to not be the loser. As my mom dropped me off, I walked into what everyone considers the new high school. The smell was different than my old school. It had a clean fresh smell, which was better than the musty smell at Sabine. I walked around the huge foyer until I found my locker. When I noticed I had a top locker, It had my day and then I hear the bell. I try to hurry into to my first English class at Beckville. I sat in the front row of Mrs. Alfaros class. Why not start the year off right? I started going to a school my freshman year where everyone else has been here their whole life. “Welcome back! I want you guys to say your name, what you like, and if you know anybody in the class.” It was weird when it they came around to me. I knew two people and one of them were my cousin. Everyone began to snicker behind my back,”Who is she?” No one knew me, but they would within a week or
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.
As a little girl I remember going Morrel mushroom hunting with my maternal grandparents and cousins at my great-grandmothers property. My great-grandmother raised sheep until she was 86 years old and the family had to sell them for her safety. She was crawling across the road in the winter to care for them. I remember her always heaving at least one “bottle baby” in the house every year; the grand kids loved to help her feed them. I always loved going to her house on the weekend and making molasses cookies with her and drinking hot
Kelly ran down the street; however, her bus was long gone. Mopingly, Kelly returned home. As she walked up her driveway, she tripped over her brother’s skateboard and fell into the wet grass. Kelly sighed and mumbled, “Could this day get any worse?” Kelly found her mom sitting in the kitchen and begged her for a ride to school.
We had to pack up, say our goodbyes to our cousins, and we had to sell our house. The toughest thing for me was when my mom told me we had to leave our dog behind.
As I put in my locker combo and gathered my supplies, I remembered that I had English next. My stomach turned when I picked up the book, Macbeth. As I sat down in my desk two rows over and one seat back, I peered out the long glass windows. The trees almost seemed unreal with there vibrant reddish orange, and little hints of yellow scattered about. My mined got lost in there beauty that almost seemed surreal.
Thomas Tanner’s article Shifting the Narrative: Child – led Responses to Climate Change and Disasters in El Salvador and the Philippines seeks to examine children’s agency, as well as, their ability to participate in change and preventing disasters in the majority world. Tanner emphasizes that atmospheric greenhouse gases are placing a large pressure on human kind to adapt, alluding to a change in our social, economic, and political spheres (339). Tanner stresses for the active participation in efforts to, “prevent, prepare for, cope with, and adapt to climate change and extreme events” (340). This paper provides researchers with a pathway to inform critical understandings between children and adults, stressing agency and power within youth.
Two days into the summer after sophomore year at Governor Mifflin High School in the little town of Shillington Pennsylvania I would find out the worse news that a sixteen year old could hear. I found out that in four days my family and I would be moving to a suburb outside of Chicago because of my dads recent job change. I was devastated, I ran to my room and cried for about an hour with thoughts of all my friends running through my head. It was like all the memories I had with all my friends were going through my head at the same time. It was beyond doubt one of the biggest challenges of my life. During the last few days I was there I went out with my friends every night having as much fun as I could have, but moving day spoiled all the fun I had. Moving day had come, but I wasn’t ready to go anywhere. I just couldn’t accept leaving all I know behind and moving to
I hear my name being called from upstairs what have I done now I said to
We moved closer to her once I started school. My Grandma met my brother and me almost always once we got home from school. It was always welcoming to have a friendly face when you got home. She taught me how to read and write and once I was able to read she dedicated numerous books to me that she always recommended and had such a vivid story. On hot summer days she would take us to the beach and play in the water and sand, or have a great time running around on the park, or just going there to enjoy a nice picnic. We had such a long walk to our front door of numerous winding steps and she came up with a game to play down them. We called ...
I scarcely snoozed at all, the day before; incidentally, I felt insecure regarding the fact of what the unfamiliar tomorrow may bring and that was rather unnerving. After awakening from a practically restless slumber, I had a hefty breakfast expecting that by the conclusion of the day, all I wanted to do is go back home and sleep. Finally, after it was over, my dad gladly drove me to school; there, stood the place where I would spend my next four years of my life.
It’s a cloudy rainy day, thunder is non stop. My mom went out to get dinner for tonight, and every year on my birthday there are fireworks shot into the sky. It's been such a gloomy day, and the fireworks always change my mood instantly, gives us hope she’ll be found. My best friend Kailey and I have been friends since 2nd grade, we used to live next to each other before my mom sent me away, I never got to say goodbye to my family. I don't get to leave my house often only my best friend knows where I live now, and I sneak out at night to see her.
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
On Friday, August 18, 2017, I had a single day that will be remembered forever. Joe, his mom, and I went to an open gym for gymnastics and parkour to have some fun on friday. I enjoy jumping inside when it's cold outside. When it is warm outside, we jump at an outdoor park. The pizza near the entrance reminded me how hungry I was, so we ate before we jumped.
Everyday was a new adventure for the two of us. We are two peas of the same pod. We would bake and some days make crafts or go out to lunch with the “Grandview Girls” or just make up our plan as we went along. Whatever my Granny was doing, I was attached at the hip. Our favorite thing to bake was mouth watering peanut butter cookies.
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