Getting Out Of High School-Personal Narrative

My high school experience was overall a mixture of being scared and growing to become who I am today. When I was in my first years of high school, it was just high school nothing more. I had seen teachers as teachers and friends as friends. I just

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my

Things was completely different but the same. The work was harder and different from the work I had in middle school even the teachers I had was also different as well. My transition going into high school was different. It happened to be a different type of scenery and I didn’t expect for that to happen to me at that time. Being a freshman opened up a whole different world for me that I wasn’t really ready for. Going into highschool, I had friends I thought I would be friends with for my entire life. As soon as I got to high school things started to change. On top of the friends I had I also made new friends as well. When I was a freshman I had to look up to the upperclassmen to guide me and to lead me by example. When I was a freshman, it meant I had to be on my P’s and Q’s. I felt a lot of pressure when I was a freshman especially from teachers. Fitting in while I was a freshman wasn’t a good start for me because I wasn’t really involved into any school activities or

High school is such a different experience for everyone. We all take different paths and learn new things everyday. We learn trigonometry, how to fix cars, how to dissect a frog, and different laws in the world. The things we learn in class are very important, but along the way of expanding our educations, one will tend to learn a lot about themselves and others. For me, I feel that my high school experience was not ideal and I constantly complain about the outcome. Looking back in grade eight, I had a different plan for me. It took me up until this year to realize that although my experience was not something worth bragging about, I've learned a lot about who I am. I've learned to take chances, be patient, and

It was an warm sunny day I was dabbing it ,four boys were strolling down woods street. There four boys names were Mac,dope boy ,devin and Shaddy. Devin was the smartest one out of all of them hood boys,the rest was the same.Devin was ready to start his own business selling shoes.Dope boy,Mac and Shaddy were going on the wrong path selling drugs,robbing and beating up people. Devin would hang around with them often and conversed with them, but he would not do any bad things. Mac has been a dad already, he had to take care of his 2 year old. Dope boy had an older brother, but, he go shoot a couple weeks ago. Dope boy was reckless, everyone was scared of him even his own mother feared for his life .Shaddy was the slickest one out of all of then, he would get away with everything he did.Shaddy was a only child ,no mother, no father living with his grandparents and living in the worst part of town.

I remember being an anxious eighth grader thinking about starting my freshman year of high school. We went from being at the top of the school to being at the bottom of a new one. All of our middle school teachers always told us about how our high school teachers wont “hold our hands” and how we will be on our own. Being in high school is completely different than being in elementary school and middle school. Its almost like each year we have more and more freedom but more responsibility.

By the end of the week detention was getting so absolutely frustrating I felt like breaking the teachers neck every time I heard her exhale.

When I thought about coming to high school, I thought it would be horrible. People would always say that there are evil teachers that give you a week's worth of homework and only give you a few hours to do it, disgusting lunches that never want to make you look at food again, and P.E. classes that work you so hard you'll want to throw up. Now that I'm here I see that high school isn't all that bad. Although I'm sure their out there somewhere, I haven't gotten any teachers that give out a ton of homework. The school lunches aren't bad at all, in my opinion. And the P.E. classes haven't started but I went to Prescott so I think I'll do just fine in that category. I think that my high school experience will be something fun that I will remember

At first, I entered high school not expecting much. During my first year, I would go from home to class and from class back home. I remember I was not involved in any clubs and was painfully shy.

As I walked from the middle school to the high school for the very first time, I knew that high school was going to be an adventure to remember. I wish I could go back to that day, and tell myself that I was going to be ok. I wish I knew that I wasn't going to die from what I thought would be a “Boat Loads Of Homework” Now as I think back of what I was like the first day of school, not many things pop into my head that have changed. Other than physical things, I think that the main thing that has changed is that I am much more confident than I was as a weird little middle schooler. I am no longer afraid to walk up to people and talk with them, and interact between the class.

“Well, see ya later Mr. Smith.” I said running out of his class, shooting him with my finger guns.

“But mom, everyone is going to this party, I just moved to a new school and I want to make friends! Besides I’m seventeen years old and a senior in high school I think it's time I start making my own decisions.” I whined

Let 's start from the beginning. High school for me was a period of transition in my life. A stage of growth, hormonal changes, molding of the personality. Going from middle school to high school I realized that it was not the same thing: we had a different building, we crossed the hallways with older students; the teachers were different. t was supposed to be focused on getting good grades, making my parents feel proud of me and taking advantage of the great opportunity that was given to me which was to have been in one of the best bilingual schools in a country as poor as the Dominican Republic.

The high school experience is something that will forever dominate the psyche of most American adults. It was an unforgettable time of fun, rebel-rousing, summer loves and parties. It was a time of warm summer days at the pool and chilly autumn nights, watching the football team and wondering were the party was going to be that night. School dances and hotel parties. Seems like all I can remember are the good times. High School is a very emotional time for many teens and everything matters. The insidious problems that I had to face are but a smudge on my memory, things like too much homework, zits, mean people, gossip, and algebra. The social atmosphere that permeated every aspect of high school could

To all the high school seniors about to graduate, I first want to start off by saying you should be proud of yourself. There are plenty of people who never get to graduate from high school so don't take it lightly. Not only did you suffer through years of countless tests and pointless homework, but you also made it through the bullies, the breakups, and the endless drama. Don’t pretend it wasn’t a battlefield out there. If there’s one thing that I learned, it is that endings never work out the way you want them to—that they’re terrible, and this one is no different. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing the last chapter of a good book or the last afternoon of summer. Endings are like flat tires and wet pairs