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.

My senior year story, 7:35 am, when I get in the door ways of Clever High i see the band already putting up posters even though know one really joins.”Jordyn” I turn my head to see Maddie running towards me, she had just gotten out of rehab for her drug and alcohol addiction. Behind her was Rose , Rose was always pretending to be ok even though we all knew that she was getting raped by her dad at home. I always offered her a place to stay but she would never take it for some reason. “Hey babes” i said screaming down the hallway. “ Have you seen Claire or Hyper”, Maddie says i could tell she had been drinking her breath reeked from Vodka. “No, have you been drinking” is say nervously “ just a little to get the day started” she

School was the same as yesterday, full of zoning out. When I got home from school I ran into my room and threw myself onto my bed. I laid there for a good ten minutes or so. I was scared to death, but at the same time I was so excited. I knew I would make it, but I was still terrified though. The fact that I was in the first group to go made me a lot more nervous. In a way it’s a good thing so I wouldn’t have to think about it and get more nervous than I already was. Once I had got ready I laid right back on my bed. I’m not sure why I was so tired, but I clearly was. If my mom wouldn’t have called me I would’ve been dead

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.

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 of the summer break. I also work during the winter breaks. Since my sophmore year i continuesly go to work during whatever break i have during the school year. Some volunteer work that i have done is that i volunteer at my local church every friday and sunday for two hours every night form 7pm-9pm on fridays and 2pm-4pm/2pm-5pm on sundays. I have been running the sound at the church since august of

“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

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

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.

I never had a freshmen year. The closest I came to a freshmen year was my sophomore year. For the most part is a blur, like a dog running through a picture, blurred. Or maybe blocked. I could imagine that my sophomore year was pretty much like everyone else's freshmen year. The same awkwardness was still there just a year older perhaps. The younger me played at least five different types of sports, year round I was in sports. After my middle school career, I said, to hell with it, and quit it all together. I played no sport, or games, in the 10th grade. The impact was good, and kind of bad at the same time. My grades slipped a couple of times, now and then, and I feel like I would have made more friends, if I joined a sport, sooner than I

During the sophomore year of high school, we received paperwork for the classes we wanted to take Junior year. I took a look at all the amazing classes Avon offered, and decided that I wanted to switch things up and challenge myself. I did this by signing up for two AP classes, AP US History and AP Biology. I thought it would be a great way to challenge myself, because I had never taken any AP classes so far. I also wanted to prove to myself that I was really good in sciences, because I’ve always wanted to become a doctor. This class, I thought at the time, would really open my eyes to Biology and would look great on my transcript for college. I took AP US History because a friend of mine urged me to take it. We heard from others students that the class wasn’t all that bad. We also knew that if struggled with something in this course, we could always depend on each other.

As I enter my second semester of my senior year, I reminisce at how much I have developed physically and also academically throughout my high school career. My freshmen year was tough, to say the least. I was furthermore focused on my popularity than my grades. My sophomore year, I understood that popularity was not as important as my grades. I tried harder to get my grades up and participate in clubs that would better my future. Junior year, I almost had straight A’s the whole year. I pushed myself to focus on school and cut the distractions out. The grades I received my junior year determined what I was able to do my senior year. My successful grades meant I was able to early enroll my senior year at Eastern Florida State College. This will

Like many students, I waited for the day of my high school graduation ever since I started high school. I waited for that day to come with patient. I also wanted to see my parent’s excitement, and the proud moments they have waited for. I didn’t believe that graduation will be very emotional. The emotional moments started when I put my cap and gown on. Then the memories started to come, first thing that came to my mind was how did I survive school with my ADD. I have always struggled with school due to my ADD. I was passing my classes with average grades even though I was doing my best, and working hard on my assignments. At the same time, I was feeling nervous thinking about walking down to the stage and receiving my diploma. The more I was thinking about my big day, the more overwhelming I became as I was going to start a whole new step in life.

My first day of highschool changed my identity through new environments new teachers new friends and new standards. On the first day of school I woke up to my blaring alarm “beep beep beep beep”. After I hit the snooze button it was 6:00 and realized the summer was over and new school had started. I had not worried much about this day but today was different. I had the stomach bug I felt as though I was going to throw up. The sun was just waking up throwing vibrant colors into the sky as I looked out my window. I had a checklist printed on my door making sure I didn't miss anything “Shoes, teeth, clothes, phone, breakfast, lunch, supplies and schedule.” Once I had gotten dressed I started to feel my heart

It was a good day, woke up early so i could go to the gym and warm my body up and just to get some practice in. Went home to my mother making breakfast as usual, started to get my things together for school like usual made sure I had all my books, computer and pencils. When I got to school it felt just like a regular day went to class like always i didn't have any test so that was a big load off. As it got closer to the end of the day the more nervous I started to feel I started to feel worried, nervous and scared but I did not know why I knew I was gonna be fine. It was an unusual feeling it was like my heart was feeling those emotions but in my head it was totally different i wasn't scared or nervous not even worried. It was my last class of the day the whole class i wasn't even focused on what was going on more on what was about to happen later. The bell rang school was over, it was time for tryouts.

On the last day of a two week summer class, I walked down hallways that were still unfamiliar to me, in a school I didn’t know. The previous year, in ninth grade, I went to a quiet online school, and I planned on going there again. I always had the option of attending this school, PLHS, but I kept thinking it would be to much to handle. Except now, after spending some time in a real classroom, I thought about how I actually wanted to experience more aspects of high school than a computer screen. My supportive family told me I could transfer schools if I really wanted, and even though I knew it would probably be overwhelming, a few months later, I was enrolled in PLHS.