Brick Memorial High School-Personal Narrative

The day was a bright one an exciting one, I was ready to take on the world, the world being this year of school and the year as whole. It was my sophomore year in Skyview high school and thus far it was going splendidly. My grades were great, my physical condition was better than it had been in years, and I was ready for wrestling to start.

My eyes repeatedly peered to the stands which had a crowd of at least four hundred students eagerly waiting as we were warming up. Observing the crowd I noticed the left side of the field was full of students in orange Parkview High School shirts while to my right students were in purple Brookwood High School shirts. It was the Lacrosse Region Championships between Parkview, the school I played for, and, Brookwood High School. Both of our schools were ranked top ten for biggest rivalries, we knew it would be a fight to win the most significant game for us.

It was a nice Saturday evening, a cool gentle breeze, as Mason was playing soccer in the park. Mason had just turned 15 and was entering his sophmore year in James Grove High. He had a nice little family, living with his mom and being the oldest of 2. He had a sister named Melissa and she was 12 years old just entering the 7th grade. When he was just 2 years old his father sadly passed away in a gruesome car accident. Growing up it was hard for him not to think about this inccident. Him now being older it’s now his responsibility to be the man of the house.

I wait in the lobby of Edinboro Elementary for my younger brother, surrounded by vibrant colors, and drawings of what the children who attend there want to be when they grow up, coupled with adorably misspelled descriptions underneath. I walk over to glance at one, depicted is a squiggly-drawn superhero and underneath it reads“Wen i grow up i want to be A superhero.” It reminds me of how innocent and simple life is when you are young. Before I managed to read another poster I notice my brother running down the hall in his blue, Pokémon shirt, with a smile that spans from ear to ear, which could only mean that it is Friday. When we entered my car I ask him the usual, “How was your day? Did you have fun at school today? Did you learn anything

“So I started this new diet, and I can’t drink wine. These kids are making it very hard to keep that up,” the Rosehill Elementary School librarian, Mrs. Harrington, siad to me in passing. I paused my book shelving and gave her a quiet chuckle while she went to go teach the kindergarten class that recently arrived. For the next thirty minutes I heard screaming and shouting about sharing crayons while students ran up and down the shelves, nearly running into me in the process. Once the kindergarteners left, Mrs. Harrington was making her way back to her desk, but whispered to me, “You know what? I’m going to have a glass tonight. I deserve it.”

It was my sophomore year of highschool when the most memorable event took place during my time as a flutist in the Barrow High School band. I never would have thought that we would receive an invitation to perform at one of the most prestigious venues in the world: Carnegie Hall. To come up with the money for travel, our band held fundraisers that included selling smoothies, hosting a dinner, and helping out with carnivals. New York will be the most expensive trip we will ever go on. Everyone was put into a panic as he or she tried their best to earn enough money. Worrisome questions still lingered and we asked ourselves, “What if we don’t have enough money?” The closer the trip was, the more frantic everyone became.

The days of my life, in 6th grade, in school , I have no friends. Most of my friends don’t remember. Then one early Friday morning, I was happy, because I get to go on the weekends and relax, but I had to go through the bad stuff. When the supervisors open the doors, I got ran over by the kids. Then, kids at breakfast kept on taking my food to play basketball by throwing the food in the trash cans. Then my teacher for ELA and Social Studies move me to a new seat.

I heard you were in a meeting so this is the only way i know to get you something so that you will see it. I talked to my counselor, and my principle about taking chemistry here with my Coleman b I'm not sure when you are suppose to get a call. I would like to start by Monday possibly, but i go to Mason public Schools so you can reach my counselor or principle that way.

Carter High School is, at most, an average school to anyone that chooses to only look at the school from the mere surface. However, I have gotten to take a deeper look into the inner-workings of the school, as I have attended it now for four years. As I have taken this deeper look, Carter has come to mean many different things to me. Carter, to me, is my own personal roller coaster and stepping stool that has played a huge role within my teenage years.

When I contemplated where I would like to spend the next four years of my life, a light went off in my head, and I thought of my family members in Tallahassee who also have been accepted to Florida Agricultural & Mechanical University. As a senior at Inlet Grove Community High School, I had the opportunity to study the Architecture Engineering and Web Design Academies, where I became certified in Auto CAD and Dreamweaver. In addition, I played football for three years, and enjoyed the excitement of being on a team, and playing defensive end, and defensive tackle. Even though the team had a change of coaches, the players stayed strong and close, and had pep rallies where the whole school celebrated. Our former coach is now the defensive coach for the Kansas City Chiefs, and our present coach played for the Patriots and Philadelphia Eagles among other teams.

It was August and school was just around the corner. I was going to be a freshman that year. It wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t just moved to the west side of Cleveland. Once again, I was going to be a new kid, but I guess we all were because we were freshmen. Later I found out that the school I would be attending, John Marshall High School, was a 9th grade academy. They separated us from the upperclassmen because the High School wasn’t big enough. Construction workers were in the process of building the new high school that year, so that grades 9-12 could be together. We were placed in an old middle school, it sucked! I wanted the real high school experience, but in this situation, I still felt like a child.

It was a creed I had planted in the back of my mind, that I was never, ever, going to leave Denham Town High! Nevertheless, in retrospect, I was far too young to realize, that my allotted time there would, inevitably expire! In fact, I had studied there only for a short five years, and the time had come for me to move on from the eleventh and final grade. However, I was ready to grace the beautifully decorated stage, and sing Lulu’s hit song, “Those Schoolgirl Days." I could not wait to flip my tassel and toss my cap high up in the air. And yes, at the end of the highly anticipated fete, collect my hard earned high school commencement certificate, that neither time nor space can erase, and nothing, or no one, possesses the power to take away!

I was a new freshman in the Fall of 2014 starting at Mountain View High School, short, shy, and oblivious. The bus pulled up a few blocks away from my house I was nervous and unaware of what the first day would be like. I got on the bus and made it to school at the exact time the bell rang, when I got inside all I could see was a sea full of students. I thought to myself, here's to new beginnings, would the people be approachable? Would it be easy for me to make all new friends? I was stressed out and nervous about what would happen when I made it to that hallway, I didn’t even know where to go and who to ask for help. I finally found this teacher in the hall and I approached her and she helped me to my homeroom class that started at

The party was crazy, like a beast trying to get out of a cage. Needing to take a breath from it I stepped outside, and took a few good friends with me as well. The sun was beginning to set when i walked out from the white garage. Colorful sky above full of red, orange, pink. The laughing kids across the street were in the court, playing basketball, blind of what is to come in the coming years. Taking our longboards we rode up a towering hill. The hill felt as if it was trying to intimidate us with its two sides. Being on the top was beautiful, seeing over the houses below us, and watching the orange sunset. What I wanted for these last few weeks were fun, and that's what I did.

Wednesday August 5th, 2015 started out as an ordinary toasty summer day. I woke up around 7 am or so to get ready to go to a Sabre Splash meeting and man was I excited. Right when I heard the opening lines of Wrecking Ball by Miley Cyrus, excitement bubbled in my belly. I quickly turned the alarm off and leaped out of bed. I threw on my black Kids Against Hunger t-shirt and pulled on my purple and grey athletic shorts. I weaved my way out of my messy room; tip toed out to the kitchen (as to not wake anyone else up), scurried into the pantry and made myself some peanut butter toast. After my toast popped out of the toaster and I slathered on some peanut butter, I went and sat on the brown recliner that we have had for as long as I can