Personal Narrative: After High School

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Throughout my life I have been asked this complicated question over and over. How can anyone decide what she wants to do for the rest of her life after high school? Previous to me entering high school, I was convinced I would be entering the criminal justice field. I had everything planned out, but things usually do not turned out as planned. It wasn't until I was entering my Senior year of high school did I realize I couldn't be more wrong with what I wanted to accomplish with the rest of my life. After learning more about myself and my interests did I change my plan to studying business throughout my upcoming college years.

It was an warm sunny day I was dabbing it ,four boys were strolling down woods street. There four boys names were Mac,dope boy ,devin and Shaddy. Devin was the smartest one out of all of them hood boys,the rest was the same.Devin was ready to start his own business selling shoes.Dope boy,Mac and Shaddy were going on the wrong path selling drugs,robbing and beating up people. Devin would hang around with them often and conversed with them, but he would not do any bad things. Mac has been a dad already, he had to take care of his 2 year old. Dope boy had an older brother, but, he go shoot a couple weeks ago. Dope boy was reckless, everyone was scared of him even his own mother feared for his life .Shaddy was the slickest one out of all of then, he would get away with everything he did.Shaddy was a only child ,no mother, no father living with his grandparents and living in the worst part of town.

The boy told you what he was going to do- had his plan laid out and all. You took it as a joke, not ever thinking he would have killed three of your best friends along with four other people, and one just so happens to be your brother. What if you could have prevented that? What if you told a trusted adult ahead of time? What if you would have talked to the boy himself? A lot of teens ask these questions whenever it’s already too late. We don’t tend to think about things like that though because we never want to think that we could be involved in the situation. We say, “Oh, no big deal. He probably told someone else the same thing too. They’ll take care of it if they think it’s something serious.” The truth is, according to research within

Looking back at my high school years I would say it was not easy. I was not the person I am today, I was careless and dull. I wasn't concerned about my standards or entity. The start of high school is the most critical year that will set your GPA for the future. Raising your GPA will not be an easy thing to do. As for me I had started out with a moderate GPA, but throughout the rest of my high school years I had to work very hard to bring it back up.

When I was five years old, all of my friends were starting Kindergarten. My mom was trying to decide if I would be too; so I told her I was going too. I think that was the beginning of being outspoken and saying what I thought.

Between the grades of kindergarten to grade four, I just didn’t care. I never thought twice about giving the wrong answer, doing my best work, or presenting projects in front of the class. That soon came to an abrupt halt when I started grade five. Everyone was starting to get serious about their grades and who they were starting to become. I began to worry about what people thought of me, and tried desperately to fit in. I was constantly working at getting my grades back up and maintaining my friendships, but I developed really bad anxiety about everything. I couldn’t work on or present any projects without stressing over it to the point where I wore myself out and made myself feel sick. My anxiety has decreased small amounts at a time over

According to Floyd Norris “the proportion of new american high school graduates who go to college, appears to be declining. Last october, just 65.9% of people who graduated had enrolled in college.” Would you want to be apart of that 65.9%? As a junior in highschool, on my way to graduating, 3 main pieces of advice that i would provide to my younger self would to be actively involved with school activities, clubs, and school spirit.In addition to that is to have better time management skills, also to start gathering ideas of what I wanted to do after high school, for example, college, jobs, or the military.

All around the world there are overweight kids who get picked on daily. On January 9, 2007 I weighed 322 pounds, at the age of 14. Life to me was all about being an all American by eating cheeseburgers from fast food restaurants and maintaining good grades. Good grades allowed me to receive money from my parents, where I would go purchase burgers every day after school. During physical education I was never chosen to be on anyone’s teams because I was considered slow and dead weight. No one wanted to be friends with the boy everyone called “grease ball “. I was being criticized in every way and form.

Five minutes before the bell rings Kelsey comes back and we head to my next class which is math, hopefully this entrance is better than my last blocks. We head in an a young blonde short teacher with thick glasses is writing formulas on the board, we walk in and she looks our way and grins she says welcome to her class and her name is Mrs. Williams and then she walks to her desk and hands me a folders with a bunch of papers,she said to keep those I will need them. She says my seat is next to the window in the back,good because I don’t want none of these skanks behind me. The bell rings and minutes later the room fills with students. As they are walking in they stare at me like i’m a alien or something, as class goes on I notice a few of the

I think we should all have a chance to go to school and be professionals and study what we want to. There is a lot of people that didn’t get a chance to go to college after high school for personal reasons. They should have programs that help kids to finish school. With money living and other things sometimes financial aid it’s not enough so most of them are forced to work and they end up not going to school. Now there parents and they have to work to pay for house and food and other things. Half of my friends didn’t go to college after they graduated high school, and some of them didn’t even finish high school.

Pretty fucking stupid: Was with a few of my friends and we had went to my grade school (this was just before I started high school) to play basket ball and throw a baseball around. I happened to bring along my baseball bat if we wanted to do some pitching practice (as my friend and I were pitchers on rival teams). We hung out for a bit and played around. My one friend was hitting the basketball off of one of the walls with the bat like a tennis racket and it was fine. This was when the idea happened... I picked up the bat after my friend found something else to do and told my other friend (the pitcher) to toss the basket ball at me so I could see how far I could knock it. Turns out I couldn't knock it far as the rebound off the basketball/bat

As soon as I got to high school, everyone started asking me what I wanted to do after high school and what my goals were. What high school freshman knows what they want to do with their life? Very few, and I wasn’t one of them. I always knew that I would probably do something in the health field, partly because that’s what my dad did, but also because I’ve always had a heart for helping people, especially children. It wasn’t, however, until Junior year when I got my first job that I knew what I wanted to pursue as a career. Now before I go into what that career choice is and why, there is something which the reader must understand. My dad went to college and got his Master’s degree, my mom only had her high school diploma. Both of my parents agreed that all of their children should go to college, so for me the question wasn’t “should I go to college?”, but rather, “where should I go, what should I do, and how will I stay out of debt?”

When she replied back that she would love to have me help, my heart jumped out of my chest. I was so excited to be able to work with these kids. The first night of class I walked into the small waiting room of the gym and was greeted by Charity. She went through the list of kids on the team telling me of their disabilities. Our only girl had down syndrome and was nonverbal, Justin had autism, and Reece had severe ADHD. As the kids began rolling through the doors, my hands began to sweat. Meeting them and their parents made me anxious. I had never worked with special needs kids before. Then, we walked through the door the main part of the gym. It was filled with little girls in leotards and bars and beams everywhere with the smell of chalk in the air. I began to think I was more nervous than the kids in the class. We began to help the kids stretch and listen to them talk about what each of them wanted to do that night. Watching their excitement grow, my heart filled with joy. I remember the first thing we did was jump on the trampoline and as I helped each one do a flip at the end and seeing their faces after realizing they just did something they have never done before was the moment I knew what I wanted to do for the rest of my

“Tomás, what school do you want to go to this fall" my mother Martha, said to me. This along with the many “Hey, where are you going this fall? Want to room together at Ole Miss?” forced me to think about my impending future after my high school experience. Being from Mississippi I was not an Aggie from birth, my mother attended the University of Texas makes hissing noises* and my father, Thomas Braly Jr., attended a little school on Mackinac Island that ceased to exist only 4 years after opening. So with little to no major direction or fixed plans for my future I went with what I know and love, the water. All of the schools I applied and got accepted to had a sailing team or had maritime related courses, but Texas A&M here at Galveston just seemed to work

Throughout high school I spent my time doing what most teens do during these years… trying to fit in. so I got involved with many activities in school such as sound production, choir, graphic design, and ROTC. I have enjoyed being in every single activity, but the one that I believe has had the biggest impact on me is ROTC. I have had family members in the military including my dad. He was the one who played a major role in my decision to join the military. I took that decision in elementary when my dad went to red lobster and ordered food for my family, and as he waited for the meal someone had gone up to the cash register and payed for everything. The man latter came up to my dad and thanked him for his service, I could see the pride and respect that the man had towards my dad. I couldn’t help but think to myself “wow I want that.” And ever scene then the military has been a huge part of my life. When I first joined ROTC many people were surprised at my decision, I guess they didn’t think I was capable of doing such a thing. I felt