Personal Narrative: A Day At South Christian High School

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

Fear. As I walked into the huge, unfamiliar building of Gibson Southern High School on my first day of freshmen year, I shook with terror. New teachers, new people, new classes, and a new environment that I yearned to explore, but anxiety filled my body. I had previously attended Haubstadt Community School, where I finally felt comfortable and now everything seemed frightening and different. Although my body told me not to, I forced myself to push through the day with a positive attitude. After all, this would be my home for the next four years.

In the fall of 2014, I embarked on the start of my ephemeral high school experience. Reminiscing back onto my first day of school, I can recall the exact moment as if it was yesterday. The adrenaline spewing out of my veins as if I had just consumed a large amount of caffeine, the anxiety boiling in my nerves not knowing who my teachers were or where my classes were. But most of all, I recall the coalescing of my fellow classmates’ personalities and the censure everyone had towards each other. It was in this moment that I had realized that Northwest Christian High School was not a banal Christian environment. In fact, Northwest Christian High School was the antithesis of a banal Christian environment.

I started middle school at Bethany Middle school, I had my two older cousins going to school with me. One is the same grade I am and the other is two years older. It was nice having them but we all hung out with different crowds and sometimes we would not agree on the same things so we would not always get along. My first day of middle school was not as bad as i thought it would have been due to the fact that the Bethany middle school was not big at all. My 6th grade year was tough for me when it came to school work, i was used to the work from Central Elementary school and the Bethany Schools were much more strict and left a lot of homework so it was a big change for me. I remember my English class was the hardest along with science but I

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.

It was a warm Thursday morning in June. I had been training all summer long with the Hilton Head High School Cross Country team. Every morning we would have to be at practice in Hilton Head Plantation at 7:00 sharp, if we were late, we had to run 4 miles plus what we had to run for practice. That day, I am so lucky that there was not any traffic, because if there was I would have been late. I arrived at practice, and there was one of my friends from school, Cal. He had told me he was going to come run with us over the summer for a while, but until then he hadn’t been at practice.

Once a sunny day,in San Luis middle school a big and beige school with vintage carpet and white walls.I am in the principal's office because i had made a wrong action that affected me in some way but it also help me though.However i was there because i had too many absences in my first and fourth period.I had too many absences because i was a immature girl that didn’t heard what my parents and teachers use to say to me,and because the only thing that matter to me was having fun with my friends without measuring the consequences.

Until sixth grade, I went to Shepherd Christian Elementary School. Once I moved on to sixth grade, I had to switch to a school that went through high school. I didn’t want to leave my friends; I was scared. I was touring multiple schools to see where God was leading us. When I came to Liberty, I immediately felt loved. Liberty was much larger than my old school. On the first day, I felt at home.

It was my freshman year of high school where I was just a lost fish in a hugh sea of people attending Byron Nelson High School, with no clue who I was and my place in life. Life seemed rough but then again it was freshman year. When I was attending Byron I didn't know what I was going to do with my life in the future. On one day just like any other the morning school announcements came on; talking about some meeting in the counselor's office about some academy. At that time I had no idea what they were talking about and I had never even heard of Eaton High school, which happens to be the new high school for my school district. It came to lunch time where my friend that I sat with was absent, so I figured why not go see what this meeting is

The 12:30 lunch bell rings, and the students who ate lunch at that time were being dismissed from class. The hallways that were once empty, was now filled with students.

The days leading up to Fourth of July at Freedom School are always the most exciting of the summer. We have red, white, and blue color wars, and it all leads up to the final event: the squirt bottle fight. As Chair of the Board, I was in charge of planning color wars, which meant it was my responsibility to follow through with every last detail.

PE was always the most hated period at Harrison High. All the students hoped for Mrs. Johnson instead of Mr. Smith. Today it was quite chilly, maybe about 68 degrees. Everyone in 3rd period went to check in and went to get dressed. The teachers were alright, but Mr. Smith was always the strict one, so when you ran the mile it had to be at least 10 minutes. If you didn’t you had to run it 2 more times until he was completely satisfied. Mrs. Johnson was the more chill, laid back one who had faith in everyone. In the junior class there was a girl named Natasha. Natasha was the most smart, pretty girl out of all the junior class. She was always the one all the guys wanted, but her only downfall was that she wasn’t athletic, at all. Her best

The sun casted beams of light down into the school hallway, the high school itself devoid of any light that wasn’t coming from the outside. The eery feeling in the air couldn’t be mistaken for anything else. The students ignored the feeling, most rushing out of the doors to get home as soon as possible. The bell had rung only moments before, the hallways were now swarmed with teenagers pushing and shoving past each other. It only took a few minutes until most students bolted out of the school, leaving only a handful left. Those students who were staying after were either asking for guidance on an assignment, or pointlessly screwing around in the dimly lit common room. None of those few kids could have predicted the outcome of staying after,

Brisk footsteps through the hallway led to her locker. Pleated knee-length skirts and letter jackets filled the space. Spray Net laid heavy in the air, along with lingering smoke of cigarettes. Girls smacked Wrigley’s with fire-engine red lips as boys stared into mirrors, slicking back their comb-overs. Flashy posters for the upcoming winter formal scatter the beige walls while paper snowflakes decorated the towering ceiling.

“This is it,” I thought as I made my way up the stairs and through the doors of Johnson Heights High School. As I step through the door I became astonished by the different activities I saw going on. There were couples holding hands, clubs and teams tryouts, bullies, loud noises, and more. My heart pounded and my hands became sweaty as I grip my backpack, and made my way to the administration office. There I got my information and headed my way on out to my first period class. I got a few waves and smiles as I walked pass, and I became a little less frightened and more excited. But when I reached my Algebra class, my excitement immediately turn to fear and anger once I saw who was in my class.