Personal Narrative: A Career In Post-Secondary After High School

As a junior in Early College I would more or less consider this my second year, as I have been taking college classes for three years now. However, I can still identify an issue I am facing with my courses. As I am trying to graduate a five year program in only four years, I have taken on a lot of responsibility as a 16 year old. I am currently taking 6 courses this semester, and I will have to take five courses every other semester to graduate on time. As I thought this would be a busy course load for me, I ended up quitting my job because they could not comply with the hours I requested due to school. I completely regret this, as I now have to work at a job that I am not making much money at and I have even had to take on some side jobs just to be able to pay my insurance on time. Sometimes, people make decisions that they think will better them and make life easier, but they make these decisions without careful consideration and at least trying the circumstance before changing everything.

I vividly remember my first day as a first year teacher. I was the youngest teacher in the hallway full of high school students, who overlooked me, and teachers who thought I was a student. It was a year of growth, frustration and thoughts that lead me to pursue a career in nursing.

It all started on the third day of sixth grade, I was assigned a new seat next to the new girl, her name was Izzy. We were both really quiet and shy so we didn’t talk to each other. The only time we ever talked was to ask for a pencil, piece of paper, or for partner work. We noticed that we have the exact same schedule except for one class. We started talking more and we started to invite each other to sit by each other at lunch. After the first part of school, we started to be good friends, but we didn’t talk or hang out that much outside of school except for on text meassage.

"Things end, but memories last forever." My weekend was sure to prove that. Even though the seniors of 2016 are in readiness to graduate we will most definitely miss these times consumed together. On top of my roof, we sat chattering about what we are going to do after senior year. We discussed about how May 21, 2016, would arrive way before we wanted it to come upon us; once that day comes, we will realize only then that we might never see everyone out of our class again. As we all were articulating about how college will be contrary, how we will study so much more, and how tough it really might be; we promised to never drift apart from the best friends that we are. Finally, two a.m. crept up on us, and we knew it was time to get some

Once I hit fourth grade, school from then on all the way to my very last day of senior year in high school was a very difficult journey. Not only was I difficult for me but also I had made life for my parents very difficult. In school I was always more concerned with girls and my year round swim team. I was one of those student who would never do their homework, however I would get A’s on the majority of my quizzes and test. Once I graduated high school I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt like a free man. I felt like I was going to finally be in full control of my path. Once I graduated high school, I felt confident and empowered to decide what next step I wanted to take in my education. My parent were just relieved that I had graduate and were thankful that I was even entertaining the idea of going to college. I kissed a full ride swimming scholarship out the window because I couldn’t commit myself to my grades. Even though I was a nationally ranked swimmer, I essential had no future in swimming without getting into an elite college known for swimming. These ramifications taught me to take the next step more seriously, which ultimately are the main reason why I try my best to get good grades in college. If someone would have told me that I would make the Dean’s list in college when I was in high school, I would of laughed at them. The choices I made in the past and feeling the ultimate freedom has influenced me to take a different direction in my education.

They started teaching us in middle school that we don’t ever get it easy after this. When they said we didn’t get it easy, I thought that just meant the classes weren’t easy in high school or in college. No. They meant life is not easy after this, they meant it was time for us to put our big kid pants on and grow up. Beginning my high school career is when I finally realized that life is not just handed to me, that I have to work to get where I want to be.

Right after high school graduation, I had the opportunity to go to college on a wrestling scholarship. I had to declare a major when I signed up for classes, and I knew from the start what I thought I wanted to do. My favorite subject in school was math, and my two favorite teachers were math teachers, and one of them was also my wrestling coach. I thought he had the best job in the world, and I wanted to do the same thing. I want a career that focuses on something I know and like (math), that lets me be around young people (high school teaching), and that might let me also continue to be involved in wrestling (coaching part time). I also wanted a job that gave me a great schedule: 8 a.m. to 3 p.m., with weekends and summers off. My parents

Throughout my high school career, I chose the recommended path. I followed the requirements and chose my courses based on the advice of my counselors and my older classmates: use high school as a period of exploration and growth. Whenever possible, I took classes that I knew I would enjoy; Digital Graphics, Sociology, World Religions, and French. Senior year, I chose to take Accounting and Statistics because of my interest in business (sparked by Business Principles and Ownership) and probability. In taking these classes, I hoped to explore potential career and major paths. Additionally, I chose to take classes that would expand my knowledge by stretching me to my limits. These classes included Calculus, AP Human Geography, American Literature,

It was just an after school job, or so I thought. I only wanted some extra spending money for the weekend, but what I received was something money cannot buy. This past fall, I started working at a recreational softball league, coaching kids on how to hit and the simple rules of the game. As well as occasionally umpiring the girls weekend games. Nothing of enormous importance, anyone can load balls onto a tee and learn how to swing a bat. I would show up Monday evenings for two hours and teach roughly fifty kids how to properly hit a ball, and given the fact that I played competitive softball my entire life, it was right up my ally. However, I did not yet realize how much this job would mean to me.

High school, college, there is so much to think about, but there is so little time. You’re in your first year of high school. You’re bright-eyed not knowing what to do, then you’re a senior there are deadlines and there is no more time. You’re a freshman in high school, learning how to be successful. Then a very short four years pass and you are in your freshman year of college.

I have always been a good student, always getting good grades and never really getting in trouble at school. My parents always told my brother and I that we are completely different in a lot of ways when I was younger. Now, I am 13 years old andIam just your average, awkward, introverted band kid you would expect. I am just sitting in my room on my bed with my desk right next to me, my closet right next to that, and my door at the end of my bed. Lately, my parents had been bugging my brother to turn things in and try a little harder in class because, apparently, he wasn’t doing so well. It was a cold winter evening; it was so cold it felt like -1000 degrees outside. Ihave a Michigan State sweatshirt on with my blue comforter over my criss-crossed

As a senior in high school there was many things I was excited about the top choices were graduating, and starting college. Fast forward past my graduation and to the first day of college I soon began to realize I made a mistake, I let others talk me into joining a school that was never for me. A school I just didn’t fit in or feel comfortable attending, I pushed through the classes often times feeling depressed, and on the verge of a break down, but I did not want to give up. I wanted to succeed, and the only way I could do that was by getting a degree, as time continued on I became more depressed making it feel impossible to get out of bed. The thought of waking up early leaving bed to catch a city bus to a school where I did not feel welcome became so overwhelming, but I still forced myself to get up and tried.

I daydream as our troop leader discusses the day’s events. Why am I here? The poignant smell of cheese puffs and unwashed scout uniforms ousted any thought of continuing my career as a cub scout. But there I sat: tiny, cross-legged, and curious. I tune back in to our leader’s speech at the exact moment he began to explain the races; “two cars at a time, first to hit the block at the end wins.” Excitement filled my body. Orefield’s pinewood derby was underway. I could barely contain myself. With my little yellow car in hand, visions of victory entered my mind. I imagined the seven ounce vehicle speeding down the track leaving a trail of flames behind. Not even the enormous line of competitor cubs eased my excitement. Ten minutes pass.

I work for Westwood College, in-fact I started working for Westwood when I was 22

My goal after high school is to go college for 4 years and take all the class that requires for my career, bank service. I want this job to be my career because it’s an indoor job, and it has to do with helping people organizing their finances, and not only because it’s an indoor job but also because it’s kind of a challenging job.