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Personal Narrative: Moving To A New Home
When I moved to Healy almost two years ago things were very different. Moving from a school of 500 grades 9-12 to a school with 100 people K-12 was something that has benefited me so much. Not only has it opened many doors for me that I never would have walked through before. In the two years that I have been here I have made so many friendships that will last a lifetime, and I have also met some teachers that have challenged and pushed me. Healy has also impacted my future by allowing me the opportunity to work with children.
In the beginning of my junior year I was someone who went to school simply to graduate. Before moving here things like the senior trip would have been something I missed because I was not comfortable enough in myself
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I remember coming to Healy and not knowing a thing about Kansas, other than it was the flattest state I had ever been in, and that it would be my new home for the next two years. Mr. Clay was the first teacher I met when I moved here, and is one of the people that changed my future more than any teacher had before. Not only was his class one of my favorites, but he also introduced me to Pittsburg State University. The school that I will be attending in the fall. I am thankful for him because otherwise I would not know where to go that would be a good fit for me. Another one of my teachers that I would like to thank is Ms. Wells, she was there for me during the senior trip, and is one of the only remaining teachers. I never would have had the opportunity to bond with teachers the way that I have in this school, another teacher that I appreciate so much is Mrs. Clay, she was also my quiz bowl coach, and has been one of the most influential people in my high school career. She has been there through the entire college process, including numerous scholarship applications, FAFSA, and work study applications. I would say that she is the only reason that I am as far as I am this year, and that I have not had a mental breakdown. The last teacher that needs way more appreciation than I could ever give is Mr. Brooks. Not only has he done so much for the school, but he also makes my day so much …show more content…

Next year I will begin to study Social work, I will be working with children and it is essential that I am able to tolerate and work well with them. I have to give so many thanks to Laura and Alona Woodward-Webber not only were they the first people to come to me about babysitting they also taught me a lot about the foster care system and how things work on the foster parents end of things. The next people that I need to thank is Mark and Cindy Cramer, because they have let me watch their girls, and it has taught me so much. They have kids at each level, 2, 5, 8, and 11. Not only has it taught me how to interact with each age group it has also given me cooking experience. The next experience that I am thankful for is the opportunity to work with the kindergarten. They always brighten my day, and as I watch Mrs. Wright teach each day it expands the way I look at how children process

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