Entering High School-Personal Narrative

Once I decided to return to school, I fully dedicated myself to my studies. I set high expectations for myself, with a goal to earn A’s in every class, which I had never accomplished before. I worked diligently and spent countless hours studying and working on assignments. My dedication paid off and I have earned A’s in every class since Fall 2014. I plan on continuing to work hard as I finish the final year of my undergraduate degree and have a goal to earn A’s in my remaining courses.

Entering high school, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, but I sure wasn’t mentally prepared for what hit me as soon as the semester started. Specifically, math. I’ve always really loved math, probably because I’ve always been able to get it without much extra work or stress. Man, was that about to change.

“Junior year is the worst.” Entering high school, I heard this warning constantly groaned from the mouths of upperclassmen. Nevertheless, I was determined not falter to the same fate. I was steadfast in propitiously positioning myself to make junior year less difficult. I took challenging courses each year in order to get the feeling of rigorous academics. I became involved in numerous school activities so that school remained enjoyable. I worked to ensure I understood the basics of the sciences, English, and mathematics- the foundations of education. By the end of sophomore year, I was feeling confident. I knew that I'd be busy next year due to the workload of the classes in my schedule, but I had managed everything before, so I didn’t need

It was the last months of 8th grade and every incoming freshman was preparing themselves for high school. I’m not complaining, I finished the year with new friends.On the other hand I didn’t see what the big deal was because high school is the same thing just more privileges. Cell Phones,gum and food really. In other words the year ended smoothly. It was super

Entering high school, is a frightening thing. You meet new friends, have new interests, and be involved in different activities. They tell you everything about high school, the drama, fights, and the those relationships that are fairy tales. Funny story about relationships, you believe that their going to last forever in high school but in reality, they die off like plants with no water. As you know, when I entered as a freshman, I didn’t really pay much attention about anything they told us about high school. I just wanted to have fun, and meet new friends. Throughout freshman year, I started dating and had my first boyfriend. I wish I could go back and tell my younger self not to go through that path. Except having my first boyfriend change me as the person I am

Trouble always seemed to follow my every footstep. Being a troubled child was always a part of my life during my elementary and middle school years. I practically lived in the principal’s office and the detention center for fighting in school or misbehaving in class. My mother constantly had to take off of work, to come to school conferences with me for my behavioral problems. Day in and Day out I would hear her nagging about the way I acted and me needing to behave better in school. After every lecture she gave me she would always say with a mugged face and one raised brow, “Your actions reflect off of my parenting, so act like I raised you with sense.” Eventually, I grew tired of hearing the same depressing speeches from my mom, so her words started to go in one ear and out the other.

The start of high school is a very exciting time for anybody, it means growing up, and having freedoms. Of course with freedoms, there comes consequences. As a freshmen at the time, I was not fully invested in school. Homework and studying was never a priority for me at the time, I thought copying other people’s work would let me glide through school with no worries. I had a busy schedule filled with school, and then swim practice right after, so by time the weekend came the last thing I wanted to be doing was school work. I was young and not thinking about the future, I’d rather be out with friends than doing any type of assignments. But as time went on I matured and realized that in order to do well in school I had to be dedicated. Unfortunately

A situation in my life that lead me to realize I was growing up was in the end of summer

Incomplete grade and retake the class later. I decided I had not come so far in my education in order to

By the beginning of sixth grade year we had moved in with my moms boyfriend at the time. He had lived in a new school district. New school, new house, new neighborhood, new friends, and new me. It was a lot

One of the most challenging situations I’ve experienced was going into highschool. I was a little apprehensive about going into the 9th grade, because I was placed in a different high school because of rezoning in the VICC program. As a result, I was in a new school, with over two thousand new people. I was worried that I wouldn’t meet any new friends. I am very hesitant when it comes to new people in my life, which makes forming friendships with strangers profoundly difficult.

I will not bore you with the details, but the summer before my senior year

In middle school there was no such thing as an A/B schedule; high school was the only time it had been introduced to me. It was difficult for me to remember what classes I had each day, not only that but also the homework. During middle school, no one really provided any student with homework unless a day of school was missed. However, in high school that all changed; at least for me it did, because of the amount of homework that was and has been given to me.

my first day of school in first grade, yet I had a feeling of excitement to progress to success in

I began the fifth grade three days after I was all moved in and it was an extreme change. I went from having friends to not knowing a single person. All of the kids had grown up together and had all their friends and I was an outsider seeking acceptance. I made a few friends and was off to a great start, but then it all started to get rough. The kids I was trying to fit in with would not accept me and it baffled me. I started to get angry because my parents had moved me down to Florida and I was having the worst time.