Moving to a new town can be a scary experience. Switching to a new house and different school was one of the hardest tasks i’ve ever done in my life. When my parents first told me we were moving I took it very hard and didn’t know how to handle it. It was so much to take in after all the years living in my old town, Milaca. When my mom told me we were moving it was because my dad would be closer to work and so she could get a better job. It was about a month into Summer and it was going to be a very quick move. I had little time to say goodbye to all of my friends and everything that I grew up with. The first thing we had to do was pack and get everything we needed. My mom, brother and I all went to go look at the house we were moving into …show more content…
so my mom would know if we liked it. The town was Rice, Minnesota a small town.
While passing through the town it was a beautiful summer evening. The sun was high in the sky and the breeze of the wind was just right. The craft fair was happening at this time also so the smell of food from many different vendors filled the entire town. The first thing I noticed about the town was how bad some of the building conditions were. There were a few buildings that looked like they would collapse any second. This made me think that the house was going to be in similar condition. When we arrived at the house I was completely wrong about it looking like the others. Flowers lined almost all around the house and squirrels were running all around the trees. The grass was dry and brown indicating there was no sprinkler system installed. The driveway leading up to the garage was covered in cracks from all of the years the house has been there. Once the realtor greeted us he told us about the town. He said that it was a very …show more content…
friendly town and how our neighbors were nice and were also excited to meet us. On both the left and right of the house were the neighbors, both elderly. This made me think it was going to be peaceful and quiet most of the time. Once the relator brought us inside the house he told us the house was built in the early 1900s by the original owners. It was hard to believe because the house nearly looked brand new inside. Most of the cabinets were fairly new. The realtor told us that a lot of the things in the house were new such as the carpet, paint, and windows. The house was nice all around. We loved it. It took us about a week and a half to pack and get everything loaded.
It was much harder than we thought. This was the first time we have moved so it was difficult for all of us. My parents didn’t find it as a big deal because they didn’t really like milaca but it was hard saying goodbye for my brother and I. When we loaded the furniture into the truck my dad and I did all of the work. It was hard because we had to keep going back and forth with everything. We had some pretty heavy furniture also, making it harder. By the end of the day we both had cuts and bruises all over. Loading our clothes and other items like that was probably more difficult. Once we had everything at our new house it took us a good week before we actually unpacked everything. The new house was a mess from everything lying around in boxes. I was the first to have all of my stuff unpacked because I had the least amount of stuff. By the time everything was unpacked, and the house was tidy and looked nice we all were finally able to relax. Now we just had to figure out the next step, school for my brother and
I. When I looked at which school to go to my choices were Sauk Rapids, Royalton or Little Falls. The first school I looked at was Little Falls. My mom and I went in, met with the counselor and learned about how things run and all of the classes. I didn’t like this one very much because I preferred smaller schools. I didn’t even bother looking at Sauk Rapids because I had known how big the school was already. So When I looked at Royalton Mrs. Bratsch was the one who showed me around the school and where classes took place. It was quick because the school is so small. I liked it, although I thought it was almost too small. I still would miss Milaca and everyone I had grown up with it but I would have to make it work. I was excited to start but nervous about meeting new people. The change took a long time to get used to for all of us. We went from a transition from living in the country, to living in the middle of town. It was strange, there were a lot of new noises we never heard at our old home. The sound of cars driving by was almost constant. At night the headlights of vehicles passing by would almost light up the entire house through the windows.
Use Background Knowledge: I know leaving your home is hard because when I moved from my country I left everything behind my grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles etc.
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When I was 7 years, I moved from my home in Australia to the other side of the planet to Dallas Texas. When I heard that I was moving, I felt a wave of despair wipe over me. As Taylor says “I have never in my own memory been outside of Kentucky” (Kingsolver 12). This was the same for me since I had never been
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A fight breaks out in the cafeteria, a kid smashes a milk carton on another student’s face. One of those “your mom” jokes had gone too far. This does not have to be you. You are just entering Jr. high, it's a new school with new rules and new faces. Think of it as a fresh, new palette, you can paint yourself as whoever you want to be. Whether that be a straight A student or a total flunk.
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Have you ever felt uncomfortable, scared, nervous, and confused? Well new students feel this way whenever they move to a new school. They have no idea if they'll make friends or if anyone would like them. But with the ambassador program new students will right away feel comfortable in their new surroundings, able to learn a new language and know their way around our school faster than someone who's been there for three years. If we had this program, they just might make a friend right away.
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