Personal Narrative: Moving

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Moving. The definition of the word moving is to be in motion or to be moved emotionally. But can this contain both definitions at the same time? It did when with my parents, three sisters, and I buckled into our car and hauled all of our belongings 632 miles down to Raleigh, North Carolina. I wondered how I would ever be happy again after leaving my friends and family behind. It took me awhile, being a shy kid and all, but I did find more friends and what I was not necessarily looking for: myself. But by successfully starting my own global service club, I went into a period of personal growth and evolved into the young adult I am today. My big step out of my comfort zone is when I started Operation Wisdom. I remember being introduced to, Mr. …show more content…
Being such a shy kid, I had no idea how I would ever work up the courage to even approach a teacher about the idea of being our advisor. Lying awake at night, I would think about how I could not let my insecurity get in the way of such a revolutionizing club. I eventually gained the confidence and, pronouncing her name wrong, I asked Ms. Hatcher to be our advisor. After she said yes, the rest of my Sophomore year we teamed up with Challenging Heights to raise awareness for those affected by human trafficking. Our first fundraiser, we asked teachers to volunteer to be pied in the face and then went around during lunches and asked students to donate for which teacher they would prefer to get pied in the face during our winter pep rally. We expected students to just want to hear about a teacher getting pied in the face but many showed interest into the cause and it was always enlightening bringing to light a community of people that are so easily forgotten overseas. Even though I still get extremely nervous to even go to our

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Personal Narrative: Moving To California

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Personal Narrative: Moving To Germany

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her. Others were not as enthusiastic. One thought soared through their minds, “why do everyone look at me different” is it because of my skin complexion or is it because I didn’t belong to this family? When I was nine-year-old I moved to Baltimore. Moving here was totally opposite from where I live. It was nothing like Jamaica, the weather was something I wasn’t used to it was every hot. One thing that I was happy…

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Personal Narrative: Moving To The Classroom

When my high school gave everyone a laptop to use at school I began to notice I was having blurry vision when trying to go from a paper on my desk to the projector screen or white board. I just played it off for a few months, but when everything was getting worse and I had to move to the front of the room to see I knew something more was off than just the overall focus of the computer. I asked my friends who sat next to me in some of my classes if things were blurry to them when they were blurry…

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Personal Narrative: Moving To Hawaii

When he visits us, my brother would be fine. I would cry when I got home. My mom of course didn’t see it because he would drive us to places, get us things, and try to win us back. I don’t think I can win back. It would talk about me visiting, or him moving back in. I would avoid those conversations. Finally, it moved to Oahu. Even closer to us, he said. Many people in Pennsylvania told my mom she shouldn’t just run away from her problems, but no matter what, it wants and needs us. I don’t buy any of…

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Personal Narrative: Moving To California

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Personal Narrative: Moving To Colorado

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