High School Narrative Essay

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.

Entering high school from your nearby middle school, there’s going to be a handful of people. There’s going to be the ones you are confident you’re going to talk, laugh, and continue to make memories with, the ones you doubt you’ll ever speak to, and ones you have yet to ever meet. Something I learned quickly, is that there’s so many people and your connections with them change constantly and they can change you.

As any other freshman entering high school it can be a very nerve racking situation. On September 8, 2015 I Chelsea Gonzalez was entering high school in Thurgood Academy Of Learning And Social Change , my mind was going crazy and I didn't know what to expect. I have always asked myself whether high school would be similar to what appeared in movies; people dancing and singing on top of the lunch tables or, was it going to be a 4 horrible school years in which I would never make friends. I clearly remember seeing kids running toward their group of friends, as I walked down the lunchroom. My hands were sweating and it felt like a million butterflies in my stomach. The room was filled with cries of laughter, kids running back and forth asking each

Walking into school on my first day of high school, I felt out of place. My face covered in acne, my teeth covered in braces, and the callicks in my hair stuck up through the abnormally thick layer of hair gel that coated them. My middle school social anxiety still ruled over me as I could barely speak with any member of the opposite sex. Yet, I still had an odd confidence about me. I had always been one of the best students in my class, even without ever studying for a test. I viewed high school as a slight uptick from the curriculum I had easily passed in middle school. I was wrong. High school exists as a microcosm of society, in which I originally failed to acclimate myself to the challenges posed to me in a setting of increased

The beginning of high school is the start to the next four years of hell. No one wants to be there. Everyone says, “these will be the best four years of your life!” Along with, “it goes by so fast,” and, “in the blink of an eye,” but the truth is, I don’t see it. Every waking moment I have to sit through a lecture in a cold, solid, chair is like sitting silently next to your parent in a car as they scold you for what you’ve done. You can’t go anywhere, or say anything. You just have to embrace it.

As a young adolescent the smell of a delicious home-cooked breakfast would be the reason for me to get out of bed on a sunday morning. My father would knock on my door and command me to eat breakfast and prepare myself or else we would run late to our church service. As we hurried to church, due to my lackadaisical attitude, I was often forced to sit in the first row to the stage. This was always embarrassing because as a child I was reserved, and I dreaded walking in front of everyone. As the hour long church services took place, I would find myself languishing away only to be alerted by the soft glares of my dad.

As the storm rolls over the house, lightning cracks in the distance lighting up the package on the front doorstep. The box had white and blue stripes on it with a red ribbon holding the lid on. As I was bringing it in out of the rain, I noticed a note on the ribbon saying “Grandma: bEWarE” It’s written with some sort of dark red ink and some sort of sticking indented into a splotch at the bottom of the card. I didn’t think much of it and left it on the kitchen table to look at it tomorrow. I awaken to the sound of the cardboard lid falling on the floor and the note from the ribbon left inside the box saying, “bEWarE.” I looked around franticly for a few seconds thinking someone was playing a prank on me, but nothing, just a silent house. I put the box and the lid in the bin and started to get ready for work but I couldn’t get the note out of my head.

In recent light of writing my narrative essay; I discovered how much I like to write from my head. Instead of Having to constantly refer back and forth from resource material, statistics, graphs, and just plain data. I feel exuberant in being allowed to just freely write what I feel, or what has happened in my life, mostly my story. Writing essay after essay in Highschool felt tedious and dreadful; mostly since we were always writing about a book or some sort of report.

High school seemed like the most ominous and unsettling idea, so I tried to ignore it. Deep down, I knew that I was only anxious because of all of the stories I heard about how strict the teachers were. You know, shredding late papers and the pin-drop silence that plagued every classroom? It only bothered me because I was lazy, and I was certified in procrastination. Once I wrapped up the last day of middle school, we immediately began packing up the moving trucks, which ended up being a very long and painful process. The transition from Littlestown, PA to Taneytown, MD was complete, and before I knew it, I began my high school career in a strange place, surrounded by strange people. I could only help but wonder if my old friends missed me or still talked about me. My year progresses quicker than I anticipated, yet I could only feel my days growing longer each and every day. My grades were suffering to the point to where I flunked Algebra I. The foundation for my GPA, crumbling right beneath the tips of my pencil, something that I failed to detect amidst all of the stress and drama that encompassed my everyday life. At age 14, I was just a shade shy of depressed, that I kept feeling it creeping up on me, like a wolf in the night. It didn't take a scientist to figure out that I needed to do something about my situation, or else my future may be in jeopardy. Upon weighing my options, I ultimately chose that a transfer to Westminster High would be in my best interest academically, socially, mentally, and

High School; the most rigorous and aggravating part of my life. “People say high school is about obtaining an education and pursuing acceptance into an exceptional college to succeed in life. To me high school is about building memories and marvelous times that will last forever.” High school has always seemed like something facile due to all the movies that we have watched throughout our childhood, although in reality it is a challenging and momentous part of our life. High school is about obtaining my education, yet obtaining an education can also be enjoyable. Throughout high school, I’ve been completing all my high school requirements and a little extra.

When I first got into the high school, I honestly expected it to be a breeze. I thought I would get A’s on every essay, every project, without even trying. That was when life decided to smack me in the face.

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

It was 2016, and I was finally a senior in high school. Being a senior in high school was something that I had dreamed of since my early middle school days, and at last, I was there. It was the last year in one of my least favorite environments, and I couldn’t wait to graduate and move away from the only place I had ever known. I had lived in the same town for seventeen years, and I had gone to the same school with the same people for thirteen years. I was looking forward to something new in my life. I was most excited for my senior year because it was the year that I was going to choose where I wanted to move away to and what school I wanted to spend the next four years of my life at. As the year moved along, I slowly realized that I wasn’t moving away and that I’d be staying home to attend college, which was one of the most difficult decisions that I ever had to make.