Attending High School: A Fictional Narrative

Going through high school the days were all the same, except for game days. There was just something different about the culture of the school. You could almost feel the excitement in the air. Every “Good luck tonight,” that was received made it feel like the whole school was rooting for me. This was my senior year and tonight was an especially big game. The game that night would decide if we made playoffs and if I could step on the court as a Hawk again.

As I am walking down the hall to Ms.Johnson’s room, I see something different. There is a sub today. I just really hope she isn’t as mean as she looks. When I walk into the classroom I get my folder and go to my assigned seat to start my “do now”. When the teacher walks in she says,”Everyone sit down and don’t make a noise unless you want a step!”

It’s always been a goal for me growing up to go to college, but you have to like school to be able to apply yourself completely right? Throughout elementary school and middle school, I hated school mostly because I never had a good relationship with my peers and was bullied growing up this would make me really not like going to school and not like my time there. In result, I never enjoyed school or applied myself as much as I wish I did in my years leading up to high school. When I got into high school is when it all changed My freshman year I went completely out of my comfort zone and tried out for cheerleading and made it. Freshman year through senior year cheer completely changed my relationship with the school and my peers. Freshman and sophomore year I started to involve myself into a lot of community service activities and clubs. I

Growing up I learned about financial trouble by my parents telling me that Santa’s workshop is under construction, so he’s limited on supplies. I got told that at a young age and at the time I didn’t understand. Once I got older and started following financial situations and saving money, I realized what they meant. Looking back at it now, it isn’t a big deal because I understand what happened. At the time I was upset because I knew I wasn’t going to get everything on my list.

I remember when I was younger, I used to have trouble adding and subtracting. It constantly confused me on where the "1" came from and why it's "carried". Something about it I just didn't understand and it frustrated me. I recall crying in the back seat of the car complaining to my mom about not having enough fingers to solve a complicated subtraction equation in a mathematics workbook my mother bought from family dollars. Then I would sometimes use my younger sister's fingers to cheat, in order to remain tranquil. Finally, my mom decided to sit down with me at the kitchen table to analyze the steps to conquer these monster problems. Once I comprehended this lesson, I was no longer in the dark. Everything after that was as simple as pie. In

The fall of 2005, marked the first I was assaulted by student. Classes were passing and I was in the hallway moving students along. I informed a student named Jimmy he need to go to class. Jimmy ignored me and continue to lean on wall talking to his friends. I informed Jimmy again he had to go class. Jimmy told me get out his face. Nonetheless, I persisted in Jimmy to go to class. Instead of going to class Jimmy walked up me and pushed me to the floor. Shocked and humiliated I pulled myself up from the floor and immediately contacted my union representative. Within hours Jimmy’s mom as the school. Throughout the meeting my principal excused Jimmy’s behavior and argued with me and my union representative. My principal and Jimmy’s mom

My visions of attending law school were soon shattered due to the simple fact of money and time. Although arguing is a guilty pleasure of mine I was more interested in the fashion, envisioning playing dress up with famous designers. While my time spent in the apparel industry was vast and knowledgeable I yearned for something more. Having the ability to reflect on my ten year experience gave me the insight to conclude that a career was more important than just having a job.

My alarm shrieks piercingly through the air, and my eyelids fly open. I carelessly toss my covers aside, and begin my morning routine. Five minutes before my bus arrives I begin to rush out of the house. “Don’t forget I’m picking you up at school early today so we can go to Miami,” my mom reminds me on my way out. “Sure, okay,” I toss back at her and close the door. Just like any other school day, I traveled the day with laughs, semi focusing in classes, and other teenage fanatics. Like in most high schools, when inside the school walls there is this false sense of security that overcomes each student. Most believe that nothing can hurt them, and that nothing will happen. Failing to realize that no one is invincible and things can change at the blink of an eye. As the day proceeds, I approach my least favorite class, Biology. There was never a day that I didn’t complain about how much I hated that class and how I could not wait to leave. But today was different; It wasn’t as dreadful because this would be the period that my mom would pick me up. Fifteen minutes later, I was back to my old ways, whispering “I cannot wait to get out of here!” to my neighbor who felt the same way I did. Finally, I heard over the loud speaker: “Roshonda Bissainthe to the office” and a smile creeped across my

I ask to go to the bathroom to get away from this disgusting class. As I walk past Mrs. Smith’s room, one of the sixth grade teachers, I see colored lights flashing through the cracks of the door. I walk close to see if I can hear anything, but it was completely quiet. Almost too quiet...

“C'mon babe, let's go before the teacher comes.” He grabs her waist and their little gang followed them to the next class. I lay there helpless as people walked on by. How can people be so cruel? What did I ever do to them? I slowly got on my knees and place my fore arm on the lockers for support. I got up with my wobbly knees then the sharp pain in my stomach caught up to me. I clutch my stomach, slowly giving up on my knees. “Em?!”

Can you not believe that Violet!?, Ronald thought out loud as he stomped through the hallways.

Each step I took echoed in the empty halls. My mind was swirling with anger at Mr.Whitehorn, and at the fact once again I had to visit my least favorite person next to the idiot who sent me there. Running my hand over the lockers-lined against the walls, the cold metal felt nice. Turning the corner the office came into view, Mr.Wicker outside waiting for me.

(What-a-burger has the best chicken tenders, and Chick-fi-la has the best chicken sandwiches, wouldn’t you agree?’ said Kamron. Not paying much attention to what he was saying, one half of my brain was thinking about all the things I could do after school, and the other half was listening to what Kamron was rambling about. “Maybe I should go to a friend’s house, or should I chill at home and play some games? I could also take a nap, too,” I happily thought to myself as the dismissal bell disrupted my thinking. “Beep! Beep! Beep!” All of the students in the class, including myself, stampeded out as if we all had imperative things that needed to be done. “See you later, Ezra,” said Kamron. “See ya,” I replied back. As I’m walking down the hallway on my way out of the building, a horrendous memory from the friday before the weekend came running back into my brain. It was from my grouchy principal, Mrs. Lewis. “You’ve been tardy in your math class this whole week, Ezra! So for that, I’m assigning you detention on monday! Oh, and you’d better be there too!” her grumpy ass told me told me in a draconian tone. “Looks like I have no choice,” I said out loud bothersomely. So I walked back upstairs to where detention was

Throughout my life, I’ve dealt with many challenges, which have resulted in different outcomes, but have also sent me in the right direction. Not everyone deals with the same challenges thus being because every single person doesn’t think the same. For everyone not just children, but also adults have obstacles in their lives; it could be financially or simply just something that could be easily fixed. None of us can say that we've never said “ Everything is going wrong,” at some time or another it's been said; maybe not in those exact words but it may have been related to it. As humans, we all have our times of despair; when we don’t like the way something turned out to be, however there are people in the world that have to face far worse challenges than we’ll ever face.

My eyes search for anything that will not judge me, my hands begin shaking anticipating the moment I get to sit back down, my heart is beating so fast, too fast, I can’t breathe, I can’t speak. This moment lasts too long, I can’t do this, I am so cold yet so very hot, why can’t this be over? Their eyes are searching mine for my response, but I can’t think. I can imagine all the things that they must be saying in their heads. I need to say something to make all this stop. “I don’t know” I manage to spit out, I hear the chuckles, and I wonder what is so funny? Maybe they are laughing at the fact that the person with so much to say can’t even answer a simple question. I walk back to my desk thinking that they don’t know how much I want to be that confident girl, the girl that speaks what she needs to without a single fear, but I just can’t. It’s not that I don’t want to it’s just that I have something stopping me every time, myself.