My Personal Narrative Essay: The Story Of Moving

The day I found out I was moving, my first reaction was relief, for up until that point, I had concluded that the reason my parents were so serious, was because I’d done something wrong. However, as soon as that thought disappeared, another one replaced it. Why were we moving to DC? We were content in the neighborhood that we lived in, or at least I was. Slowly, I began to realize that I did not like the idea of moving. I didn’t say this out loud because I was still confused. Was this a joke? Instead, I put on a bright smile and reacted as if they told me that they were going to throw a party. For the rest of the day I did my best to ignore the conversation we had, to ignore the fact that we were moving. It was not until the end of the day, …show more content…
Our parents told us not to tell anyone so that they could tell them when the time was right. Nevertheless, I was used to telling my friends almost everything. Every day it was a struggle not to tell them, or not to hint at it. Whenever we had a class, I could not help but wonder, what it was going to be like without them. Finally, I cracked and one day, two weeks before I was supposed to, I told my friend. At first she laughed, but then she realized I was serious. She asked me questions about where, what school I was going to, if she could visit, and I found that she asked more questions than I had, several questions I did not even know the answers to myself. The idea that she could come and visit seemed depressing because it implied that I would be alone otherwise, but she said not to worry and that moving was “not something to freak out” about. When I told my other friend, Haven, she literally tore my hamburger in half. I said it so casually that when she realized the meaning of my words she whipped her hand around in surprise and it smashed into the burger I had halfway to my mouth. The next few weeks, she would occasionally ask me questions about what would soon be my new house, neighborhood, and life, and the more questions she asked the more anxious I …show more content…
Everything was different, people wore gym uniforms, the buses were crowded, classes were shorter, and we were dropped off at school twenty minutes early with nothing to do. What was the most unusual, was that their days consisted of eight classes, each 45 minutes long. I was shocked that the teachers could complete anything in 45 minutes; at my last school, periods consisted of 90 minute classes with the same four classes every other day. On the first day, I was introduced to the class and everyone gave me their names; but though I struggled to remember the names of the people who sat closest to me, I forgot everyone else’s names. In one day, I attempted to learn people’s names from eight different classes, the map of the school, where my classes were, and which order they were in. It was all so confusing, and to make it worst people gave me suggestions about how to memorize the shape of the school. “It’s shaped like a box,” they would say, and after a glance at the map, I would determine that it looked nothing like a box. The rest of the day was as disastrous and confusing as the