Personal Narrative: A Day Before My Senior Year

Being a freshman is the hardest of your four years in high school. Have you ever been pressured to be the best person you can be? This is how my year was as a freshman. Freshman year was the most different I never thought I would of found my way around the school when I first started to go there. Freshman year was the best year throughout my years of high school and it was the only year I had friends. During this year I had a lot of anxieties which dealt with me thinking I’m gonna be alone and not have any friends throughout the year to support me through the whole thing. Also, I would think of the pressure of not doing good in any of my classes so I would think it would affect my GPA in the future. The transition from middle school to high school was a different type of thing to do.

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.

My classes went by very fast. I came straight to my dorm after class to print out my syllabi. They were just a piece of paper back in High School, and now they are my life savers. At around 5:00 pm, I go to get dinner which my mandatory meal plan covers. It wasn't exactly what I expected, so I decided to go search for some Tortas,or Tacos (Mexican food) around the Augusta area, Unfortuanately, I didn't run with luck. This place is so different from my hometown, Gwinnett, or what I like to call,,,

The last two years of highschool have been rough for all the wrong reasons. Usually in highschool it's your friends that make it worthwhile those are the people that you remember and the people that make it even more bearable but for me it's the opposite.

Coming from a low-income family a majority of the money goes towards necessities and doesn't leave much for other expenses such as private tutors which in turn caused me specifically during my high school years to take advantage of educational opportunities offered by the school. During my sophomore year up

My junior was by far the hardest. During that time was when my mother moved to Nashville, Tennessee and I was left in Colorado by myself. Without a family or an adult to provide me for my basic needs, I had many obstacles to overcome. Due to all these ordeals, my grades dropped significantly. I often had to wonder where I was going to sleep or what I was going to eat. It was very hard for me to concentrate in my studies and therefore I got a D in Honors Chemistry and Algebra II my first semester of Junior year. I was very aware that junior year was a crucial when it comes to college so I tried my best to increase my academic performance despite my personal problems. With hard work and dedication I was able to obtain a C in Algebra II second

Hey Maj, I just want to profusely apologize for just now turning in my final paper. I wrote it after our meeting and finished it early morning Tuesday, but I stupidly did not turn it in because I wanted to revise it again Friday. However, my final for orgo ran really late and I found myself running to catch my bus to New York. In my absentmindedness and lack of sleep, I completely forgot I had not turned it in and left, leaving my laptop at home. I realized I did not turn it in pretty quickly, but there was not much I could do since I was scheduled to come back until today. I take complete responsibility for my lack of prudence and hope it can still be accepted.

“Ring, Ring, Ring” that’s the blaring high-pitched sound that completely shaped my senior year of high school. Sitting in the back of the class as my teacher Mrs. James a bronze skinned woman, with short hair standing about 5 feet 6 inches stands in front of the class trying her hardest to settle the rumbling sound of student chatter and gossip; she bellows in the sweetest, subtle and most authoritative voice “Okay class let’s settle down. As the voices diminished she proceeds by saying “as you all know graduation is right around the corner” in pure excitement my fellow classmates and I cheer like we just caught the winning pass in the Superbowl. Mrs. James continues “so in honor of graduation I brought some friends with some interesting careers to help influence you

During my sophmore year of highschool I began to work over the summer with my dad, i started working in the iron industry with him. I got payed minimum wage and i had to do 4 hour weeks during the summer because of all the free time i had becase

“We haven’t really settled on anything yet,” one of the other girls said, her friends muttering their agreement softly.

Jean was tired, and no wonder. They day had been a long one, so full of intense training it seemed as if he'd progressed more in the past 12 hours than he had in the entirety of his first year in the Training Squad. Not that the level of intensity was surprising, what with a good 60% of the class in trouble for something or other and marked for punishment. Keith had not been happy with them. They'd all marched off moments ago, at the conclusion of dinner, to begin their all-night cross-country speed-hike of punishment. Jean, one of the few currently clean, may have gloated a tad at dinner. And maybe gotten his face slightly smashed in by Eren. But right now, wandering back to the sleeping quarters, Jean was focusing only on the night of sleep

The most difficult decision I have had to make over the past two years is deciding whether or not to continue running Cross Country my senior year of high school. I have been running cross country ever since 7th grade. Initially I decided to run cross country because my dad encouraged me to run with him when I was younger. My feelings for cross country have changed through the years and that is what brought me to the point where I had to decide if this sport was for me.

My freshman year of high school I made the junior varsity soccer team. I was told, although I was not the best, I was to train with the team to get better. Fast forward to sophomore year during tryouts on the second cut, I was out, off the team. After

I made the transformation the summer before my junior year of high school when I started my first job as a bagger at Giant Foods. The change wasn't noticeable at first, but overtime I was gaining many skills. I worked usually five times a week every week. It felt strenuous at the time, but it put the summer to a better use. I was much more productive that summer than any of the previous ones. When the school year started I was still working. I thought that this you negatively affect my grades because I would have less time to do school work because of all of the work I would be doing, but I couldn't have been more wrong. I better in school than I did ever, even with more challenging classes with less time after school to do my assignments.

My ninth grade year was my most action filled year of my high school time. I came in the first day seeing these massive giants with full grown beards, then there was me fourteen years old and skinny. I walked into my first period, it was team sports and I saw these gigantic men and I thought to myself, I’m going to play team sports against these guys. I was going to have a broken bone or be dead by the end of the first sport. So we all got dressed and then we walked to the gym where we found Mrs. Watson. I remember her being so enthusiastic about sports and how we would play them. Since most of the time she favored the seniors we always had to play Dodgeball. By the end of the year I hated the sport so much I wanted to drop out of the class and never take it again, it seemed all we ever did was play Dodgeball because the seniors liked it so much. Academic wise my freshman year was terrible, I went from having a 3.9 GPA in middle school to a 2.8 GPA. I