Personal Narrative: My Experience Of Moving

I’ve moved five times and attended four different schools while following my dad’s job as an Air Force pilot. I’m extremely thankful and proud of him, but our frequent moves have been a significant challenge both socially and academically. Sometimes moving can be fun, but it can also be very painful.

The first time I actually remember moving was when I just finished second grade. My family had lived in Texas for six years, and we had made so many wonderful and lifelong friends. I remember not wanting to move and crying as we drove off. We moved to Arlington, Virginia and I started third grade at Nottingham Elementary School. I had so much fun! I was a student council representative and a member of a soccer team.

A year went by and I started fourth grade. I absolutely adored my teacher and classmates. My teacher traveled a lot and she told us some really interesting stories. Then I found out we had to move again; it was awful. My parents even told my teacher that we were moving before me. I knew this move was going to a lot harder because we were moving mid-year. I was just starting to fit in, then it blew up in my face. I vowed never to make friends so I’d never have to miss someone I cared about.

Their school was rated a four, and Nottingham’s rating was a ten. Within weeks of moving, my class had to have a talk about theft. Apparently someone decided to steal from our teacher several times. Fourth grade wasn’t terrible, but fifth grade was. My teacher was absolutely awful. All we ever did was make crafts and she even called me a snobby brat in front of the class for no reason. My mom said I could switch classes but I cried and said it would be just like moving all over