High School Narrative

To many freshman the first day of high school is the opening chapter of a new novel, a fresh start to a sometimes embarrassing middle school experience we would all just love to erase from our memories. August 13th, 2012 was the beginning of my four year long narrative at Cypress Bay High School. Despite my desperate desire to grow up, become an adult, and move far away from my parents for college all that did not seem possible because I had never previously attended a public school. I was struck with fear that I would not be able to adjust to the fast pace dynamics of a large high school.

August 15, 2013 was the date that I entered high school. I had high hopes for the upcoming high school years to be my best years ever since I was in sixth grade. I expected that I can make more friends, join more club activities, and can choose classes that I really like. Although I was very enthusiastic and eager to start the all new school years, I also had a lot of worries and confusion about it also. The night before I start my freshmen year, the thoughts of failing classes, and be able to graduate high school kept

During my fifth-grade year, my class had been the oldest class in the school, but when I got to junior high, we were the youngest. In my senior high\junior high school, the grades varied from sixth to twelfth grade; I was in the sixth grade. Walking down the hall ways desperately searching for the lunch room, I waded through the intimidating high school kids. It was such a big, frightening change in atmosphere. The fact that I did not know anyone but my fellow classmates made it even scarier. As time went on, I started to become accustomed to my “new school”, and all of the unfamiliar faces.

Born in July of 1999, I have always been known to have a bright future.I attended Ann Visger Elementary School in River Rouge, Michigan and Strong Middle School in Melvindale Michigan. From there began my high school career at Melvindale High School very nervous. I was placed in many honors classes and was able to excel. I took leadership roles and participated in projects that many freshmen do not try. After ninth grade, I transferred to River Rouge High School, on my first day I was reunited with old friends, yet still wanted to go back to my old school with my friends I created in the last 4 years. After being sadden about my transfering, I decided that you must do with what you are given. So the entire school year I worked to get my titles

The transition from Grady High School had become a starting point of a new life. Slowly but surely, it found its way into adulthood. Where I embraced a new sense of responsibility and maturity. At this given time and day, I was responsible for following the rules and regulations. These set of rules was being enforced by the principal named Dr.Bockman. Students did not appreciate her position as being principal, yet her job was to support the Grady community. She had a very strict job and she took it very seriously. Nevertheless, I made my first entrance into the steps of being in high school. I walked into Grady High School with an overwhelming fear of anxiety and depression. I had no idea what the expectations was gonna be. So, I knew that

-As middle school days came to an end there were many decisions that needed to be made. Those which included high school choices. In regards to my selection, I had picked Libra Academy as my first choice and Huntington Park High School as the last. By the time spring came, many of my peers were getting letters that determined what schools they were going to be attending for the next school year. I did face the reality when I received my notice and it stated that I was going to be attending Huntington Park High school the following year. As school started I was determined to keep on working hard and I did as I passed all my classes but as the following year arrived, I had chosen to transfer to Libra academy due to the lack of AP classes Huntington

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.

Even though I was scared out of my mind, I never felt so powerful. A new school meant a new identity. It felt like new opportunites were on the tips of my fingertips and I wanted to take all of them. I wanted to dance in the middle of passing period, and dance no matter what anybody said about me. I wanted to join any club or class without any doubt in my mind. I knew that after staying at a school with the same people for 6 years, I would finally make more friends than ever before. With that in mind, I could have climbed mount everest or go swim with the sharks with no fears.

"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.

It was the first month of my high school years, I was as nervous as an incoming freshman could be. I had no idea how long and strenuous my years at Bensalem High School would feel. As many others, I had a hard time adjusting to the transition from middle school to high school. Unlike others, though, I struggled about twenty

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

     Once my family and I arrived at our new house I was still very saddened because of the move and had trouble not getting mad at my parents. Summer went bye like it wasn’t even there and by the time school started I was very depressed. The new school I was going to was Naperville North High School which was about ten times the size of my old school in Pennsylvania in size and in the number of students. In my school in Pennsylvania there were about twelve students in each class, here the number runs around thirty two. The school building was so big I had a lot of trouble getting to class on time let alone finding them in the building. The school wasn’t what I was bothered by the most because it was the fact that I didn’t have any social life and I was a social person. There were a lot of different groups of people at my new high school, it was tough for me to fit in and meet new people. Everyone just knew me as the new kid and didn’t even bother to find out what my real name was. The first

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