Junior Year-Personal Narrative

School was exactly how I had imagined it to be while I was in grade school. I had the privilege of having recess, early lunch hours, and most importantly, naptime! The day I started sixth grade, my whole world seem as if it flipped upside down. I was no longer at the top of the “food chain”, school was way more stressful, and I had, in fact, found new talents within myself.

Junior year. My junior year I realized things about myself that I hadn’t previously known. Things I’ve never done before and things people thought I couldn’t do. Situations I thought I wouldn’t be in and there I was. Junior year, I did it.

Most thirteen year olds crave the attention of older kids, particularly boys. In my case, I dreaded it. I was born shy. My natural instinct when someone approached me was to look away, and if they talked to me – heaven forbid – I would smile, blush, and then quietly mumble something inaudible only to become more embarrassed. It wasn’t necessarily my fault, my entire family had a natural shyness about them. We rarely craved the limelight and for the most part it worked out just fine, that is until we were forced into an assertive role. Along with the attention, most kids want to be the kid who hits the big shot, has the token girls on his arms and is adored by just about everyone. That’s every kid’s dream – except for mine. My experience in

Sadness, desperation, and the thought of failure plagued my brain as I went into my second day of Sophomore year in high school. I had grown to dislike school a lot as it felt like all the fun I used to have was slowing diminishing into nothing. As I walked to my next class, I looked down to make sure I had the right room number. I did, it was time for English which I was not looking forward to. But, to my surprise, this English class would change everything

I remember being a little girl and hiding behind my mom when someone came up to me to say hello; I used to be so nervous to even meet their eyes. At our family get-togethers, for Christmas and New Years Day, my family attempted to start conversations I would politely smile and hide behind my closest parent. I remember her telling me “It’s okay to say Hi to the people I talk to, just do not talk to strangers.” I tried to listen to her and follow her instructions but every time I would try chickened out.

Junior high was not kind to me, being known as the nerd of the school… well, let just say it was not pleasant, everyone took advantage of me and teased me, but out of all the hell fire junior high brought the only foundation I had to keep me afoot was my lifelong friends, Abby and Janice. We grew up together and did the same things together we were called the three musketeers. Our group was complete everyone brought different thing to the table. Abby was known to be the blunt and fiery girl that many people adored because of her honesty, Janice was the pretty and trendy one whose personality could make anyone want to befriend her, as for I …well I was the smart, caring, clumsy girl who would be there for my friends ,as well as them protecting

Imagine: a 99 lbs, 5’4, skinny, shy, ginger kid. Doesn’t seem like the athletic kind does it? This was me as a freshman, and I was really self conscious about myself, granted I was taller than the shortest people who were once taller than me about 2 years ago, I was still skinny and light. I was a good runner, placing 1st in my very first track race, but I hurt my hip during practice and didn’t say anything to the coaches because I was scared they’d say, “Wow, I knew this kid wouldn’t be able to do it, he’s so weak! Just look at him!” so I continued and placed last every race, but I still tried right?

Freshman year I took a chance outside of my comfort zone, and that risk gave me a future in a career I am extremely passionate about. Since freshman year I have been shadowing my high school athletic trainer. I have learned how to; prevent, asses, treat, tape, and rehab a variety of injuries. However, what has fostered my interest in my major is being able to see an athlete through the entirety of an injury. During my sophomore year I was responsible for treating and rehabbing a key player on the lacrosse team. The bond I built with him was something I could've never imagined possible. I had the responsibility of preparing him physically and mentally to return to play. This meant I had to support him when he felt like he would never play as

In all my years of school, I never really enjoyed reading or writing. In elementary and middle school, I didn't hate it but I didn't look forward to it. Although, the books we had to read were not bad and I did enjoy some of them. Once high school came along, all the assignments got harder and my dislike for reading and writing grew stronger. Overall, I would say my Sophomore year was the worst but not because of the assignments but something else bigger than that.

The tumultuous halls and classrooms of my school, filled with fellow students I had no past encounter with, lies the confirmation 15-year-old me sought for.

My freshman year of high school was a new experience for me. It was a different idea to get used to compared to middle school,. but within a week I understood how going around high school worked. At first it was a bit confusing at first figuring out how I was going to remember when and where my classes were in a day. I was scared of not being able to pass my classes at the correct standard to continue my life after high school. I feared that if I let go of one thing, everything in my personal and social life was going to fall apart. The students weren’t that scary to me. Some of them I knew from middle school and elementary school so I was a bit comfortable with that. The only thing that did scare me about other students was when they were

On my first day of the freshman finding where to sit in the lunchroom was my biggest obstacle. I would randomly just sit at a table until I knew who was sitting there. Luckily for me my friends sat there. I lost my best friend my sophomore year her name was Kaci Rowe. She never had a boyfriend in her life because her parents wouldn’t allow her dating. So when she got a boyfriend she would be really rude towards me and wouldn’t want anything to do with me. I was hurt and confused. I was sitting in my room crying wondering what I did to deserve such a heartbreak. I’m a senior now and we haven’t been friends since that day my sophomore year. I also met my boyfriend during my sophomore year his name is Chandler lewis. He was always bugging me

“Lloyd over here!” The higher pitched voice of Katie yells from a table she is sitting at with several others. Sadly for Katie, she is almost a year older than me and is one of those unlucky few that had to start school a year late because of their unfortunate birthday a week into the school year. And you can tell that fact when you first look at her she is all around more developed than others in our year, and she always got picked on when we were younger about how she was taller and hit puberty earlier than all the other girls. That’s actually how we met, a couple of jackasses decided to throw rocks at her in the playground, and I beat them up for it. I recognize Bara; an almost black but still blue haired, blue eyed, petite girl that’s dating

I can’t believe I’m already midway through my junior year in American high school. This quarter went by so fast I’m truly mesmerized. I as an exchange student will probably have a different reflection from the rest of the class. I remember coming to the school for the first time, so lost, not knowing what to expect. Everything around me was so grotesque and different from my country. I would say it was quite an adaption. I was scared and nervous of how my year would go by, but everything turned out just great. I made friends, best friends. Stranger started to come up to me and ask me who I was and where I was from. A felt all this sympathy from people and It made me happy! With all the craziness and new adventures I’ve managed to also adapt

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.