Personal Narrative

It gets more real as the days go on that I am going to graduate in only a few more months. There is a part of me that is ready for graduation, and the other part of me never wants to leave high school. I have heard from my friends that are already in college that there is; a lot more free time, but harder work. I think that I will have a lot more fun in college because I will have the time to not only relax, but to actually have time to study compared to only getting to study at night during high school. A struggle that I have during high school is finding time to get some studying in. Yes, I do get home every day at 6:30, but it is hard to study when I am physically and mentally tired. I personally think that I will be able to learn more in college than in high school.

Just when time seems to start slowing down, it proves just how much faster it can go. College can be a happy, scary, thrilling place. It all depends on how people make it; college will treat someone the way they treat college. Forget to turn papers in on time? Life in college becomes a little more stressful, although staying on top of things is not hard when the school is a fun place to be. When people speak of school, they make it sound horrible and a pain. However, school does not have to be a weight on the shoulders for anyone. Somewhere at sometime it was said that college was supposed to be the prime time of life. There is a freedom that people finally have when they get to college, and legally

For the first ten years of my life, I had a very normal childhood. I went to a private catholic school in a small town called Westwego. We were about twenty five minutes south of New Orleans. During the summers, friends and family would come over to our house and we would all swim and boil seafood. The summer of 2005 was no different; I was looking forward to entering 5th grade. Fast forward to one week before school is about to start when Hurricane Katrina formed in the Atlantic Ocean. Hurricanes were no strangers to us as we have been through several throughout the years. However, a few days later the storm is upgraded to a Category 3 and is predicted to hit New Orleans dead on. My parents felt it was time for us to leave and we traveled

At the beginning of my freshman year I was attempting to develop motivation as well as seeking purpose and determining value. Whether in school or during sports or other activities and events in my life, I was constantly searching for motivation towards a goal or achievement.

I felt the tears push against my eyelids, threatening to spill onto my cheeks. The deep breaths that were supposed to calm me down were not working in the slightest and I wanted nothing more than to hide under something, anything, and avoid all responsibility for a while. Through blurred vision, I could barely make out the shocked faces of my friends. This was not supposed to happen here, in the middle of physics class. This was the kind of thing that a person should save for being safely hidden behind closed doors. I glanced down at the four little words on my phone and lost it. The floodgates opened. Hot tears turned my face into a network of rivers and lakes. The saltwater filled the dark bags under my eyes and turned them into oceans. Rivulets

Divorce. A shaping tool that impacts the child’s future immensely. With no additional income source, my fresh off the boat mother had to work constantly to keep the bowls filled with rice. However as a direct result, I would have to take care of myself as my mother was rarely at home. My strict mother would never let me outside so I filled my time with video games. Alone with my video games, no one can question my actions or behavior. With only a mother as a role model, I develop a feminine personally. I thought I was just a normal boy, and growing up with this mentality became problematic. Combined with my mentality and higher pitch voice, people would make fun of me and never took me seriously. I never understood why causing me to stay in

I have not always been a Christian, growing up in an isolated part of Tennessee were families lived apart from each other, Jesus was not a household name that was spoken of. We didn’t pray or nor did I see my parents pray. This became a resonating tradition in my life. Though I was very close to my mother and really didn’t interact with others, it created in my mind an introverted person. This created a covering of my feelings and started me on a downward fall in my life. Our family didn’t go to church, so it became a part of my belief system, so I continued to live my life as if nothing else matters outside of my family. I was gifted in many things, but I drew to my talent of Basketball and focused totally on it. The adrenaline and desire

I always wanted an all-terrain mountain bike. That finally happened when me and my family went shopping at Walmart for a new bicycle because recently I learned how to ride a bike with two wheels. Due to my practice behind the handles my parents thought since that it was summer and I needed the physical exercise, that I should get a bike. Also that I couldn’t ride my original small dirt bicycle. It was a jolly experience on a large bike for the first time.

“Do you think Brandon will let me ride Buck, Mom?” I asked. It was not the first time I had asked. I hardly slept the night before out of excitement for this day. “I am sure that you can ask him. He has always been good about giving you a ride on his horse. I think that today won’t be any different, sweetheart.” My mom patiently answered. “But now I really need you to clean up your room before we go, remember the longer it takes the later we will leave.” It took no further urging, I raced to my room and began to pick up the toy horses that were scattered along the floor where I had been playing with them. I also straightened my books into a pile by my nightstand, Western Rider and Western Horseman magazines that I had subscribed to

It had been around 42 days. I had no way to know when the sun was rising or setting; I only had my sense of time. They came in every day and gave me a small loaf of bread, some sort of meat, and only enough water to wash down my food. It was not enough to give me strength only enough to keep me alive. I was not sure where I was or even how I got there. The only thing I knew was that I wished I could go back home to my loving family.

Hiro didn't attend school that day, emotionally and physically drained by the past few hours. The pattern repeated the in the two following days until the week had come to a close. One day of wallowing in grief was turning into a weekend affair. This was the kind of anniversary no one wanted to remember, but the squeezing pain of loss made itself known regardless.

It was late at night around 10:00pm, I had just got out of school. It’s dark and windy, and there is no soul in sight. I was scared out of my mind I usually get out of school at 7:00pm but tonight I stayed back for extra credit, and all of a sudden when I looked at my watch I noticed it was 10:00pm. I frantically walked to the bus stop which was a few blocks from my school in hopes that I could catch a bus ride home, but there was no bus. Then I decided I should walk to my boyfriend’s house and see if he could walk me to my house witch was a scarier neighborhood then his. But when I got there he wasn’t at home he was still downtown at his dad’s store. Now I’m all alone, and something in my gut told me that tonight wasn’t going to end well for me.

I sat in the water alone and cold waiting for someone to rescue me. “Maybe this is it”, I thought. Well I don’t really want to explain how I got here but here goes.

I stand backstage in the wings, waiting for my entrance. It’s opening night of The Drowsy Chaperone, and I’m playing the role of Trix the Aviatrix. I’m slightly panicking. I don’t know what to expect from eight hundred new eyes watching me from the audience. The orchestra starts up. My friend grabs my arm, and tells me to “break a leg”. I make my entrance. I stand

College and high school are two very distinct learning environments. For starters, in high school, there are four grade divisions and in each grade the students are in about the same age group whereas in college there are students of all ages. I have taken into consideration the obvious differentiations. Nevertheless, I have done research and quite a lot of reading about what to expect from college. An unknown author from the bigfuture by The College Board website wrote the article “What to Expect from Campus Life” and provided me with many detailed accounts from real students of what college was like. “Schoolwork is a priority, but extracurricular activities, jobs and internships are important parts of your college life too. Rula, a college sophomore, says, ‘One of the best and worst things about college is that there are so many things to do besides taking classes.’ You’ll have to make choices regularly about where to focus your energy.” On account of the fact that I am a dual-enrollment student, I will be able to notice all of the differences and changes between high school and college that this article and many others have talked about. Throughout the course of my educational experience here at IRSC, I will see how the college populace is very diverse and how I will become responsible of completing my courses and assignments on my own with little to no help from my teachers and professors. The transition, I believe, will allow me to learn how to manage my time more