High School Narrative

School was exactly how I had imagined it to be while I was in grade school. I had the privilege of having recess, early lunch hours, and most importantly, naptime! The day I started sixth grade, my whole world seem as if it flipped upside down. I was no longer at the top of the “food chain”, school was way more stressful, and I had, in fact, found new talents within myself.

We continued to right are notes down considering it was friday and we did not want any homework. I luckly finished my notes in the nick of time and paige again teased me and that was it i was done i could not take in any more as Mr.Clark told us to go to are lockers. I Got up out of my seat went over to paige and dylan's seat got all up in Paige’s face and yelled” just shut up already i have had enough”. The class got all quiet i mean silent like that really awkward silence when your teacher tells you to talk but no one does .you could have heard a pin drop on the floor. Like 2 seconds later i repetitively said sorry to Paige. Paige said it was fine but i keep saying sorry even as paige got up and went to her locker finally i just stopped she accepted her apology and we walk back into the classroom and just laughed as we picked up the school supplies on the floor. We said bye and went our separate ways

It was a normal morning, still laying down in the warm embrace of my down comforter. I set my daily alarm to go off at 5:50 a.m., and after about 5 clicks of the snooze button, I muster up the courage to emerge from the sheets like a kodiak leaving hibernation.

In my Freshman year, I had joined my school’s Leo Club, there were about 20-25 students in this club as it had just started the year before. I became active in that club, volunteering about once every month or so, whenever there were events. In my Sophomore year, I convinced several of my friends to join as well. The club has grown since and last year, I was elected treasurer of the club. As an officer, I help to run all of the meetings and this year we have over 40 new members. The Leo Club was once the smallest club in the school, but now it is one of the largest with nearly 100 members. Our club advisors from the local Lions Organization advise several other clubs in neighboring school districts, but they have repeatedly said that we are

It was my first day of freshman year at Springfield High School in Springfield, Oregon. My counselor said to everyone that she couldn’t wait for June 5th, 2015. One might ask, “What is so important about June 5th?” Well, that day was graduation night. In my head I thought “That is an eternity away from now.” It was actually four years that only felt like one. Springfield was a great high school. I was fortunate enough to have friends from elementary and middle school attend the same high school. Having support from your friends I believe, is key in having success, and most importantly fun throughout your high school career. Friends can keep you on track with your studies. I for one, always encouraged my friends to do good in school so that they could walk the stage to grab their diploma.

It all started when one day, when Jonathan decided to pull my skirt up while I was throwing away some trash in the wastebasket. As he did so I pushed him off me, and at the same time the teacher saw the commotion that was going on. The teacher didn’t allow me to explain why I had reacted that way. Instead of letting Jonathan or any other peers give the explanation on the incident, she got up from her chair furious. She grabbed me by the shirt and slapped me on my back leaving a mark.

English’s classroom was right beside the stairs and she was extremely strict in every way, but especially about being quiet as we traveled the stairways and hallways of the school building. My friends and I were about halfway up the stairs when two boys burst through the top doors and pounded down the stairs as they talked loudly to each other. We stopped, our mouths gaped open, watching them descend the stairs and exit the bottom doors to the outside. Just at that moment Mrs. English entered the stairwell. She was extremely upset about the noise and disruption to her class. She saw us girls making our way upstairs and pointed at us saying, “You there, into my classroom at once!”. You see, Mrs. English’s punishment for making noise in the stairwell was to sit on the floor in the back of her classroom through the entire recess period. I was devastated. My friends and I were not the guilty party. Couldn’t she we were innocent? Didn’t she know my friends and I weren’t rule-breakers? In fact, we were all 3 hall monitors and, when on duty, helped to keep the rowdier kids from being noisy and running in the halls. She didn’t even ask if we were being noisy, or if any other kids had come through the stairwell. She was just angry at being disrupted and looking for someone to blame. We were her victims, the ones made to pay for misbehavior of two boys who seemed to be oblivious to any rules or to Mrs. English consequences for

I walk into class and sat down my teacher already knew about my bad mood and let me walk into class with my headphones in and my attitude at maximum. I sat down and saw that he came in, he began the class day by saying, I have no emotions because ugly people don't have any that, didn't offend me at all. He sat down next to me and look at my headphones he reached for it but before he could grab them one of my friends that knew my number one rule slapped his hand and said leave him alone, he replied with what do you like him or something and she just walked back to her sit and gave him no attention. He was upset and the whole class period he just sat there not speaking. By the end of class I walked out the door and it happened I felt something he pulled the trigger, my headphones were pulled out and it was him I filled with absolute rage and anger and punched him in the face so hard that he flew back a few feet and landed on the floor with a bloody

"Then comes baby in a baby carriage" was all Rafael could think about when he sees Sonny push a carriage with various bags attached to it into his apartment. What on earth was he involuntarily being roped into? Babysitting and on the one day he wasn't busy with multiple cases or tutoring his boyfriend.

In Elementary School I went to an after school program at Live Oak Park. One day in the spring I saw a man unicycling around the basket ball courts at the far end of the park, I watched him for awhile until my dad came to pick me up and saw. My dad decided that it would be a good idea to go up and talk to him but since I was a nine year old I of course fiercely objected until my dad walked up to the man with me hiding several feet behind him. Withering in a state of embarrassment and shame I stood awkwardly behind as my dad had a conversation that for the life of me I can’t recall but the result of it I do. The man I referenced was most likely a middle schooler but nine year old me couldn’t tell the difference between an eleven year old and

Cheez-Its are no longer allowed in the cafeteria because the principal said that some kids were not eating the cheez-its. The principal reported this to the superintendent. The superintendent asked for the students side of the story and the principals. First he called the principal into his office. The principal said those little bratty kids threw a cheez-it in my eye and made it burn. I don't know which one it was, but one of those kids hit me. When i find out i'm going to shove one in his eye. Then i’m going to make him say i am sorry and write it fifty times without stopping.

It was early in the morning and my mom called me down for breakfast “Ben come down for breakfast” she said. I can downstairs to another command “Ben g\o get napkins from the basement” “do I have to” I said then my mom gave me the just do it look which means you should really do it or i'll be mad . When i got in the basement I thought to myself I can’t reach the napkins now can so for some reason i decided to try to get them from on top of a old creaky wood stool. I took a step and almost slipped already due to the dust but i still kept going.

I’ve made it through 6th and 7th grade! Now it is time for 8th grade, the last year of middle school! Next year is High School! I am not that ready to start High School but I am pretty excited, however I am really sad that I am leaving Gulf Coast Academy. High School is going to start a whole new chapter in my life…

Okay Mom, bad news! We got in trouble at the cafeteria today. We were sitting at the table waiting for the cafeteria lady to pass out the Cheez-Its. When we opened the bag, we started to throw them at each other. Then the cafeteria lady ran to get the phone to call the principal. He was walking very fast to get to the cafeteria, so he could stop us from throwing the Cheez-its. Then the principal was yelling, “Stop throwing the Cheez-Its!” He then told us to sit down. After that, he talked to us about not being able to have Cheez-Its anymore in the cafeteria. Afterward, the principal watched us clean the cafeteria and made sure that we picked up every Cheez-It from the floor. He also made sure that they all went in the trash. When we were

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this