High School Narrative

Ever since I was a young child, my parents always told me to try my best in school, they always told me this for the reason that they never had the opportunity to have a good job because they never finished school. This event is shaping me to care a lot regarding my education. In addition to that, another event that has shaped me to become the person I am today is that since my parents don’t have good paying jobs they have to work hard to take care of me and my siblings this event has caused me to become a hard working person and to seize all opportunities to live a good life because I don’t want to struggle like my parents.

Even though my father never went to college, I have always wanted to go. I knew I wanted to be better and do more than my deadbeat dad did. My father always told me “you are a smart girl”, and to him anything below a C grade wise was utterly unacceptable, well for everyone besides my brother who could never manage more than a D. The amount of punishment he had to endure for that I didn’t want to imagine how much it hurt. I remember the pit in my stomach every time report cards were sent out even though I knew I did well, but the better grades I got the easier it became to keep them up. I thank my father for his strict parenting when it came to education because I know now if I didn’t have rules like that I don’t think I would be where I am now, and better off than him.

From my days as a little kindergartener till now, I have always taken school very seriously and worked hard to be an honor roll student. I have never missed a day of school in my entire life and I have never failed to turn in an assignment. I have always been determined to be the best in my class and never give up. What drives me to work hard, are the lessons my parents have instilled in my mind at an early age. Since I was little, my parents have preached the importance of school and working hard for my future. Their lessons have taught me profoundly and I can’t thank them enough.

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.

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.

See growing up in a large family like mines education was very important. Despite we didn’t have many to graduate from college put a lot of pressure on me. See my grandparents didn’t go to high school or college. So, they were real hard on their kids about go to school and graduate. So, made my parents hard on my brother and me about our education. My brother and me will be the first in our large family to graduate from college. My mom was real hard on me because she didn’t want me to go to in be like her. She had

I opened the mailbox and noticed two envelopes were there. I saw my name printed on one of them with Kelly Middle School on the top right corner. It gave me a sickening feeling because I knew the only mail that would come in for an 11 year old would be grade reports.

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

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.

My day was going great, actually, it was going great. All of my classes have been good, I've made good grades all morning, nothing has gone wrong. Well, until lunchtime.

I opened my eyes and smiled. It was the first day of Middle School. I stood up and got ready. I rinsed my mouth and changed into my Middle School uniform for

It all started in first grade, the first day of school, we have assigned seats and I was put on a boys table, I told my teacher that I did not want to sit with all boys because they’re being mean to me, calling me names, Carter started calling me a “big baby”, Ever since, my mom brought me to school and both Johnna and mike chuckled, saying that “I am a mama’s boy” but my teacher, Ms. Rancho sarcastically said “I am sorry, I can’t really change the seatings, maybe I can change your seat next month? I am sure that the boys would not bother you that much and I believed that you can handle it.” So I struggle sitting in my seat, trying to ignore the harassing for 3 weeks. When it was snack time, Carter made fun of the foods that I brought, saying

I was born in a far country called Iran, i spend my middle school and half of my high school over there in my home town Shiaz. second year of high school me and my family decided to move to united states so we could support my grandmother, and another reason was for me and my sister to have a better chances in life. So i got my high school diploma from chaparral high school in Scottsdale Arizona.

It was the first day of school,I was very excited but, I was also very nervous.I had a reason though,I was in the lowest grade of the middle school I was going to attend.I was getting changed and then,I headed out on my way to the bus stop.On the way I passed by Caz’s house and then Caz came out.Caz is my best friend.He has been my friend since kinder when I was the new kid.After he got his backpack we went walking to the bus stop and waited for the bus.

Summer faded away and junior year was starting consequently I was extremely stressed.The challenges I escaped during the summer were now looming. I needed new music to energize myself on my drive to school. I downloaded the Apple Music EDM playlist. I knew i would liked the fast, upbeat tempo; it was the pick me up i needed.