High School Narrative Essay

Coming into high school was amazing because it was nice to experience, a whole new school setting. But in reality my first year was the worst year. I lost my grandfather along with three uncles, and it shook my whole year. The fact that i am still in school is outstanding, when i look upon it. The most difficult obstacle for me was getting back on track after what i went through my freshman year high school.

I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

For my senior project I ventured into two different possible careers I held an interest in. I adventured in the art career field and am determining if would be a viable future. This project also helped me determine whether I wanted a future career with domesticated companion animals or wildlife, both of which I love but needed to determine a career focus upon.

Sunset Beach High School. It is a rough neighborhood there especially in sports. If your going out for sports you must know these three essentials to staying alive. Number one is do not ever be a try hard in practice. Number two is if you're not a starter stay away from the starters or it might get violent. Number three is never upset Oliver.

I started this holiday season off depressed! I can’t lie I wanted to skip it! I wanted to leave to a tropical place and forget about the holidays! Why; Because I didn’t get my way, because the world is a mess and my feelings are hurt about it, because my family is too and I can’t fix it. I felt as though my life was a mess and I couldn’t celebrate that. I spoke to a friend about this and this is what she said in a nutshell… “You are looking in the wrong direction. You are so focused on the things that have gone wrong you are not seeing the things that are right. Turn around.” So, I did. This morning I opened my computer and looked at all of the photos that I have taken this year this is what I discovered…..

The school year has officially taken off. Schedules are solidified and I am getting semester long projects, so it is set in stone now. A freshman at BHS. I knew I’d get my start here but I thought I’d stay until graduation. I’m now going to Bentonville West. The Class of 2019 that I’ve been with since sixth grade will be split. BWHS looks promising, I’ll have most of my best friends there with me. My freshman year feels like it is going to go by really quickly. I’m not entirely sure what to think about this year yet. It has its ups and downs, but mostly ups. One good thing is that I seem to be handling workload okay thus far. People were telling me that it was going to be a ‘hit the ground running’ type of year but I am managing perfectly fine.

The day August 10 2013 was a day both full of joy and sorrow. A day my family would never forget. The day I had lost my grandfather, the matriarch of the family. A man who was loving, kind , humble and all the things a child and grandchild could ever ask for. That day was supposed to be fun and full of joy. A day I had spent not even knowing that the time with my grandfather was up, he was needed somewhere else. I knew he was leaving, just not then, not at a time when I needed him and his wise words. I was with him the whole day, but ignoring the warning of time, and poof, my life changed.

A circle of men in yarmulkes and prayer shawls danced in circles around me, singing as loud as they could so that God could hear them. Torahs crawled around the sanctuary along with my neighbors and family, who greeted each other with humming songs and laughter. These beautiful tunes and prayers took turns drowning each other out in my ears. My synagogue’s atmosphere of joy and community lingered in my mind as the congregation began to settle from its celebration, and as my rabbi delivered his weekly sermon covering the Jewish idea of Tikkun Olam (Hebrew for rectification). He taught once again that Tikkun Olam charged us, as Jews, always to do our best in giving back to the world and repairing it to a state of perfection.

Every year 5th graders at our school, Beecher Prep go to the Nature Reserve in Pennsylvania. It is a few days that the 5th graders are always looking forward too. In the past years, they have had a lot of fun. I had never been at a sleepover or anything sleepaway at someone else's house besides our house. I was scared but ready to take on this challenge. I was about to leave in the morning, I packed the previous day. I had an old Star Wars sleeping bag, but I thought I was too old to have it. I asked my mom to buy me a new sleeping bag. I had my favorite stuffed animal named, Baboo with packed with me. In the morning, I decided I didn't need it on the trip so I left it with mom with a note that said, Mom I won't need Baboo, but if you miss

The best and worst things that happened in in my life were usually the things that happened unplanned, there were miracles and there were misfortunes. Big breaks and big let downs, I remember those single moments in my life like scenes from a movie, I did not expect. But how I reacted and lived life after those moments is what shaped who I became. I am a better person and living a better life because of what happened one day, but more so because of the events that happened afterward. November 28, 2007 marked the day that I learned to let go and changed how I view reality.That was the day I learned that the unplanned events could give me opportunities I never knew were available to me before.

What started to be a beautiful day turned into a dark, stormy night. As the dry lightning cracked across the sky. I had storm clouds gathering in my eyes. I couldn’t wait for the so called twister the weatherman called for. I wanted everything to be blown down. I wanted nothing left. I wanted every brick, board, and every door destroyed. I wanted every window shattered until there was nothing left. I started to hear the screaming sirens as I looked around there was no one to be found. So I locked myself in the basement as I listened to screaming wind. I heard my dad scream “Bri let the rest of us in I had to call your brothers down to take some shelter.” I smiled as I let them in and thought to myself, man I can’t wait to see the damage that will be done. I kept telling myself maybe every brick, board, and door would be destroyed and every window shattered.

I grew up in a rough neighborhood and an even rougher family. I grew up in North Philadelphia, one of the more dangerous parts of Philadelphia. I lived with my Grandmother for the majority of my life because my mom was in and out of jail for selling drugs and my father was notorious for being a shooter in the area so I couldn’t really spend too much time hanging around him let alone live with him for my own safety. I was exposed to a lot of stuff that a normal 15 year old should’ve not been exposed to but I’m not saying it like it had a negative effect on my life, it made me who I am today. I have 3 older brothers and an older sister, my brothers didn’t start living with me until I was in 9th grade so I really didn’t know them like that let alone have a bond with them. Me growing up that’s all I ever wanted, I wanted that brotherhood that I never had with my brothers. Only thing we had in common was that we all had dangerous tempers and that we all was known for being football stars in Pop Warner and High School. Besides that we stayed to ourselves, they focused on football while I did what I did. I played football but at this age I wasn’t focused on it, I got attached to unhealthy group of young adults at the age of 11 due to the fact I was so desperate for that brotherhood bond. They always looked out for me, always made sure I was good, they always was putting money in my pockets until I got to the age I could get it on my own. But most

First day of January 2010 is the day that I would never forget. Everything that happened on that day will always stay vivid in my memory. It all started with a Sunday morning. Unlike usual, that day, I woke up with a bright smile on my face. As soon as I opened my eyes, my sight immediately looked at the side of the grey cupboard at the corner of my room where I hung the calendar. I was so happy when I saw the calendar and the day of first January had finally arrived. I have been waiting for that day to come, first day of January used to be the most exciting day for me because it was my birthday, an important day that I will celebrate with the one and only person who I loved the most, Ben. He was my childhood friend, my neighbor, my

April 17th, a Thursday, the day I knew things truly would never, ever be the same. It was 5th period, in art class. I never liked art that much, I was never artistic, but I had lots of friends in that class so it was fun for the most part. The assignment was to draw a picture of our family, and the funnest thing we had done with each member. The only person I got to finish was my dad. I wrote about when we had once lied to my mom about where we were going and my dad and I drove down to the Cape and went to our favorite beach, We had lots of fun that day, I’ll never forget it….

December 15th, 2013. Days before Christmas break. I had just came home from my aunt’s house to find my mother puffy eyed with a tear streaked face. She carefully explained to me my father had been arrested for something so abysmal and that I would not be able to see or talk to him legally until the age of 18. I could physically feel my heart shatter in that moment. Never will I be able forget the feeling. How could he do something so terrible? How could he just leave me like that? I cried myself to sleep that night. I missed a whole week of school. Every day it clouded my mind, the only thing I was able to think about .That was the start to the fall of my happy little childhood.