How To Write A Narrative About High School

Last week was such an amazing experience! I’m so thankful to have had the opportunity to dance with all my wonderful 4th period friends and take part in the Fall Show, “Subsequent”, with the rest of the BHS Dancers (including my wonderful big, Lindsey)! I’m really proud of how the dance department did as a whole. I love dancing at Brookwood High School because it’s so different than the strict ballet setting that I’m used to at my studio. It is also very special to be part of something at my school. As a Sugarloaf Ballet Company Dancer, I’ve not had this experience before. Dance has always been separate from my school. It is so exciting to be able to say that I dance for Ms. Ellen at Brookwood High School.

Marie and I had just left her house and were walking to the tryouts. It was a really quick walk because she lives only 2 houses away from the studio. This was back in August 2017, a few days after dance camp ended for the summer. We hurried down the stairs to go inside and kept talking about how nervous and excited we were the whole way down. Once we got inside of Bleker’s, we started talking to the other girls. After just a few minutes we were all taken into the dance room and together we all learned a hip hop, jazz, and tap routine. We only had about 30 minutes to learn all of the routines so we were all feeling a little rushed. Before we knew it, the dance teachers put us into groups of 3-5 girls. These groups were the people we would perform our dance routines with. My group was Meghan S, Grace, and I.

Pendleton dance team were all sitting in a circle with big smiles on their faces like as they had already won. They were our biggest competition this competition because our scores were really close first round. When we performed second round most of my teammates were telling us how they messed up which I hated because it made me think

‘Crash’ the smell of my mum’s homemade peanut chicken curry mixed with textbook ink, wafted through the school locker rooms.

Is it a left or a right at the stairwell? I should just go home. Did you actually think you could pull this off? Moron. Whatever I’m almost there. I don’t know what dad was fussing about. Going to the cafeteria isn’t nearly as bad as he had said. I am lost though, but they acted as if there were lions and tigers and bears. Oh my God! That smells amazing! Is that Cheerios? Wait, there’s a chickeny smell. Maybe, a chicken biscuit? Whatever, anything is better than that crap at home. Do I turn here? These damn walls look the same. Oh, there’s a light. Can’t wait to taste-- Ouch! Why is that duct so freaking high up? It smells like chlorine in here. Where am I? It’s hella bright in here. Is this a classroom? Oh god! That means some student will see me and they’ll call the janitor and--

Since the time I was in second grade solving multiplication times tables, I have always loved to challenge myself. Entering high school, I was worried about high school; however, I was excited about all of the challenges available to me. My freshman year, I took every Pre-AP class available. That year, I learned that high school was not this terrible beast that would destroy my A honor roll that I worked hard to achieve previous years; high school was just a different environment than middle school and I adapted to it well. The most memorable moment that year was when I found out my class rank was number ten for the first semester. I was ecstatic that I ran around the house telling my family. After the shock passed, I was ready for a new challenge:

I was tremendously happy when I realised I had a whole half hour until cheerleading started. I warmed up as quick as lightning and then hopped like a rabbit on to the trampoline.I warmed up my flips and then hopped off. This was it this was the day i could either break my ankle or get my back handspring I have been waiting for for

Starting high school was a big life changing event. I was scared I wouldn't make any friends, I would get lost, do horrible with grades and not get along with the teachers. I came from St. Mary's in Alton and the whole student body got along really well, and I just wasn't ready to leave that. I was most afraid of losing my friends because I knew I would not have many classes with them. Starting high school was tough but it was something different and exciting that I could not wait for.

I could really use some help with organization and would love to have someone proofread it for me.

I loved highschool. I am one of the rare seniors that was actually sad to move on to the next chapter in life. At the same time, it was a completely new chapter. If I had to pick three things that I am excited to leave behind, the first would be, the people. In a highschool in a small town, you have your certain group of friends but that is it.

Second semester was about to start there was only a couple of days left. Roberto was on the edge of either graduating or failing his senior year. Roberto set a goal to himself so when he returns back to school he will work harder, and focus more. He starts to organize the papers he knows are due right when he gets back from winter break. Roberto went to the store to buy school supplies that he needed to have to in order to be prepared for the start of the second semester.

When I was in Elementary school I attended Rice Elementary in Santa Maria. I heard when you enter Junior High that the people who hang out with you begin to shape who you become later during the year. The thing I was concerned about Junior High was fitting in and having real friends that won’t take my friendship for granted. My first impressions of Tevis were good. I had good vibes about the school and it looked like there was nice people all around. Compared to last year I think this year was much better. There is a lot of fake people though not going to lie.

The day had started out so perfectly, the sun was out, the air was warm and excitement filled the air. Students were all so ready to find their place, to join the club that would change part of what their school year would be like. Some would join the same as before, and some would be bold and try for something new. Alena stood with the other cheerleaders, having arrived early to set up their booth and begin drawing attention be sounding off with some of their new cheers.

As soon as we finished stretching to warm up, we headed to the bleachers, waiting for halftime. The sun was still high in the sky. The chattering and commotion filled my ears as I watched a friend help a girl apply her lipstick, the fire-truck red illuminating the soft lips of the girls around me. The smell of hairspray permeated the air as I stiffly fasted my felt flower hair clip into my bun, resting on my upper neck. My friends and I grinned at each other, watching the football team play while conversing lightly; we told stories, humorously pointed out our sweaty feet in our dance shoes that would inevitably be ruined by the turf, and jokingly making sexual innuendos to each other. We looked almost identical, with the same makeup, costumes, and even shoes. It was a warm night, and the companionship of the group I considered family only made it warmer. We were all undeniably happy,

Once I got to school i saw my 2 best friends standing by the main entrance. “Hi Andy and Connie!” i shout out to them.