Hello, thank you for taking the time to view my resume, I have recently moved to Ontario and Iam eager to discover this amazing province. I have lived in several countries including: England, Spain and Brazil; I am now a permanent resident of Canada with dual citizenship; Brazil and Spain. I can speak and write fluently in both English and Portuguese and have an intermediate level in Spanish. Due to multiple living locations I have developed my sense and respect for different cultures, religions and way of life, creating an ability to adapt to many situations; by developing scenarios where, "thinking on your feet", being innovative, compassionate, empathetic and dedicated as well as, having a thirst for knowledge and understanding are thriving
Personal Narrative Have You ever wanted to know what South Carolina is like? Well, Im going to tell you how it is down their. I was only 5 or 6 when i moved down there and we used live in dayton OH, but it took us about a week to decide if we wanted to move and pack up everything. At the time we had 3 dogs Trooper, Oatie, and Patches. I wanted oatie to go with us
College Essay I moved to Tennessee when I was going into the 6th grade or in 2012. I had to make a drastic change from a small class of about 20 people to a class of a few hundred. I had to develop people skills and deal with large crowds. I didn’t have any friends and I was on my own. Although slowly I started to build connections.
I couldn’t have been more wrong in my life, but that wasn’t a terrible thing. Instead of going to Robinson Middle School like everyone else, I transferred to Rice Middle School. At this school, I’d be the new kid, not knowing or having any friends. Despite the worrying and being apprehensive at first, I seemed to fit right in. And soon I realized that home isn’t defined by an address, but by where one feels the most comfortable and safe.
When I was 14 I had to move to San Clemente, California. I had already recently moved temporarily to Texas while a house was made ready for us on the military base. “The house is ready!” my mother had said excitedly, after being on the phone for a few minutes. “It’s time to go back?”
As I was wondering around the campus I felt so lost, felt like a stray dog trying to find its way other people were laughing and talking to one another maybe it because most of them came from the same middle school .It was hard for me to adjust all my friends were back home in New Mexico and not even my parents were with me on this eventful day they had to stay behind to pack out stuff into boxes .I had to come to California sooner because school started much early than back home. Fourtunely I had two uncles who lives in Sacramento, so they made the moving transaction a little smother.
The most exciting time to live in Vermont is mid-February. This is the time when one is given the privilege of a 30-minute walk to school in sub-zero temperatures, with a 30-minute trudge home in the dark after a long day. It’s been four months since winter began, and it’ll be two more until it’s over. The firewood is being rationed to keep the house at a barely livable temperature, a steamy 50 degrees, and colds are so rampant that people lose half their body weight in phlegm each day. Yet, however dull Vermont may seem to students and teachers as they wrap themselves in layer after layer of flannel, make no mistake, today is the beginning of an era.
“Ding Dong, Flight 6684 to Island County, Washington, USA, has just landed, I repeat, Flight 6684 to Island County, has just landed”. It was all by pure luck that we were moving to Island County, or maybe, it was déjà vu. Previously, traversing around different countries in Asia, I was content and overjoyed to finally venture to a first worst country. My childhood was rough, lingering around people who spoke a multitude of languages that I will never fathom, wearing cultured clothing that I would be embarrassed to express myself in, taking part in local festivals that I had no impulse and desire to engage in, and eating mainland food that I disgusted. My whole life has been a mess, always on the move, from place to place, without the ability
Soon, I will start my new life in Oregon. There, I said it. On Monday, my entire world, my family, will be leaving our home to find out what is really in the magical place called Oregon. Caroline, my wife, is skeptical of the 2000 mile journey. She doesn 't know if we should be risking it at all.
For nine years I lived in a small town until my mom and I moved to New York City. I had a year to get used to the idea, and had really gotten excited about it, but when we finally made the transition, it wasn't what I expected. Before moving, my view of everything was as small as my town. I thought that people in NYC were happy, and living stable lives.
We were moving over two thousand miles to a small farmhouse in Denton, North Carolina. The drive would take seven days and I had no clue what to expect. My emotions about moving were mixed. I did not want to leave all the friends that I had grown up with. I did not want any change in my life.
For nine years, I went to class with the same 19 people. You can imagine high school was a big step for me. I was quite nervous transitioning into a new school with so many new people. On the night before the first day of my freshman year, my dad said to me, “You can either make the next four years the best of your life or the worst. That’s up to you.”
2011 was a rough patch for my family because we had to move from Utah to Texas. It was difficult because I had to go to a new school and it just so happens that my mom got a job at my elementary school. On my first day at my new elementary school, kids made fun of me because my mom worked there. I used optimism, courage, and adaptability to be resilient and to overcome the hardships of moving to a new area.
Moving to a New Place “Mom, but I don’t want to move!” I whined as I packed my bags. “Stop whining and pack your stuff”, my mom yelled from another room. Our family decided to move to Michigan, to be closer to my dad’s workplace. “What about all of my friends?”I kept whining as I violently threw my clothes in the overflowing suitcase, “What about my opinion on the move?”
I’ll never forget how I felt the first time I walked into Prairie Ridge High School. I was surrounded by approximately sixteen hundred other students and I knew exactly none of them. I had never been that alone before and when I walked through the cafeteria doors, I felt the first seed of doubt that maybe I should have stayed in Union, with my mom. At that moment, I wanted to turn around and run out of Prairie Ridge, hop in the car, and drive the four hundred miles back to my friends, my teammates, and the majority of my family. Instead, I took a deep breath and sat down.
