Personal Narrative Analysis

The year prior, I had plenty of friends, and couldn’t have been happier. However, with the additional 200 students, and problems at home flourishing, I never realized until then how alone I actually was. While walking to my first class I caught several glares from different classmates, some of whom used to be good friends of mine. Once I got to my seat, I quickly sat down and pulled my worn out hoodie over my face, shutting the world out.

I only stayed in that school for about two years until I changed schools again. Entering my eighth grade year in a public school system was very new to me. I was lucky enough to have cousins that went to that school and introduce me to their friends. I was happy that I had Hmong friends, that I was able to speak in my own native tongue again, and being more intuitive with my culture, but I still felt out of place when I was with them. Some things that I’d say or do, just didn’t click with them. I never gave up being friends with them due to them being my first real non-American friends. I had partially made connections with them, but I was also making, progress making friends with other ethnicities, trying to understand their culture, and how they lived their life. A lot of things changed within that year and as the years continued, I started to gain more friends. I know now that I will always have an equal amount of American and Asian friends with a view of how I’m in a world where I know that I will always feel at home. The other is how theses life experience has changed me. I will always be in between these two worlds, but one thing for sure is that I found my

Starting in sixth grade I began attending a college prep school for snobby rich kids and talented athletes on scholarships. Middle school was kind of a blur. I didn’t have a set group of friends, I just kind of wandered from group to group. I didn’t go out much, usually just to the high school sports games, which sucked because the high schoolers sit in front and the sixth graders have to sit at the very back. It was around eighth grade that I found a solid friend group that stuck around for a while: Matt Farroll, Grant Washburn, Jonathan “the Russian Rocket” Bokel, and Patrick Gallagher.

The reason for this is because on the first day of my freshmen year I could not find any of my friends and I did not have anyone to talk to in most of my classes. This made things complicated because it was hard for me to make friends and talk to strangers that I have never met before. The vivid image that I clearly remember is the other students talking and laughing with each other while I sat in the back of the classroom hoping someone would acknowledge me. I was so uncomfortable that I hated it and refused to go back to school the next day. But there I found myself the next day having to endure torture of being around social people who acted as if I was not there.

The school to me was so intimidating coming from parkview. I had so much freedom. I wasn’t used to it, it took me weeks until i would actually know where my classes were and I could get there without getting lost. It did help that my mom was a secretary there. Anytime I forgot to get something signed I just had to run down to the office.. not too bad.

When I was around Katie, high school was a breeze, because I had all the friends I could ask for. Although, they were my friends for probably the same reason I was Katie’s friend; popularity. Our high school was huge, and filled with two stories of classrooms, halls, and lockers that held over 3,000 students among the four grades. I would easily get lost. Even though the school was big and full of kids, making friends was the hardest part ever. Katie and I would watch other kids who did not have friends and talk about them behind their backs, and sometimes even to their face.

I went through all of middle school having many friends; even though everyone was going through possibly the most awkward stage of life, there wasn’t a disconnect between all the cliques as there is now, in high school. Freshman year was basically the same as middle school, although everyone in the grade started dispersing into their own cliques, I had my main group of friends, and like every naïve freshman, I thought they were going to be there for my entire high school experience. I hadn’t reached the point where I realized that I was no longer in middle school yet, and then everything was completely different. Sophomore year came and a few people in my friend group left, maybe because they got a boyfriend or because they were on a different sports team and became closer to those players, but I hadn’t lost them entirely yet. But slowly I became distant from those friends. I noticed that by the end of

Essentially anyone with influence in the region who had a stake in security was encouraged to attend, and we know of course that the insurgency is included in anyone with influence. Of course, the type of target that presents is monumental, but naturally we would not make it easy for the enemy. It would still be nowhere near easy to target the District Center just by our application of basic techniques; blocking positions, perimeter defenses, access control, observation and vigilance. It would have been easy to feel less than confident going into such a patrol, but we were the opposite. We had left no stone unturned and our Platoon was confident.

Being raised by a grandmother with Stage 2 Alzheimer’s and Stage 3 Breast Cancer, a father with chronic asthma, and having a mother with Internal Shingles, there was a point in my life where I thought that I was going to lose everyone that I loved. Even though I did lose my grandmother, the best thing I saw was when she had passed away with a smile, because I knew everything was going to be okay and that she was happy with the life that she lived. But, one of the greatest obstacles that I had to face happened at a time where I question who I was and my purpose on this earth. In high school, I discovered a gift that I never thought I had, the ability to manipulate the English language in a manner of unraveling a mind rather that slapping a set

The school was so much different from what I was used to. I went from wearing uniforms to having to wear casual clothes. I never felt so out of place than I did that first two weeks in school. I felt a stranger. My classmates saw me as this strange small girl with a weird accent who emigrated from Africa. I wanted to go back to my old school, to where I belonged. I wanted this nightmare to be over. When I finally realized that this was my new life, I decided to learn how to adjust the next year and fit in with everyone else.

     Once my family and I arrived at our new house I was still very saddened because of the move and had trouble not getting mad at my parents. Summer went bye like it wasn’t even there and by the time school started I was very depressed. The new school I was going to was Naperville North High School which was about ten times the size of my old school in Pennsylvania in size and in the number of students. In my school in Pennsylvania there were about twelve students in each class, here the number runs around thirty two. The school building was so big I had a lot of trouble getting to class on time let alone finding them in the building. The school wasn’t what I was bothered by the most because it was the fact that I didn’t have any social life and I was a social person. There were a lot of different groups of people at my new high school, it was tough for me to fit in and meet new people. Everyone just knew me as the new kid and didn’t even bother to find out what my real name was. The first

Growing up I had dealt with many medical issues, however, I never felt that they in any way hindered me from living my childhood to the fullest. I was still able to play sports and hang out with my friends. It was almost effortless to live my life as fast paced as any child would. However, a month before my seventeenth birthday I began to feel things slow down for the first time.

As I have grown up, mostly in an age where electronics are a "must have", I have very different opinions on it then most. I believe that, some students do over use the abliites that technology provides. I also believe that in some cases, technology is all that some students connect through.

Freshman year I remember walking into the school mortified, thinking that everything and anything that could go wrong would. I had never attended a Liberty-Benton School and knew about five people that would be in my grade. I was shy and quiet because I didn’t know any of the new faces. I was insecure about myself and thought that it would be almost impossible to make friends. Before high school, I went to a small, private,

I’ve been in school for 13 years of my life ,i grew up with most of the same kids; We were a huge family almost, everyone always looked out for eachother.  I was participating in a lot  activities. Since the beginning of freshman year, I participated 3 years of color guard, i met new people with the same interest as me. Almost every friday we had a football game and Saturday's was our competition days; we all bonded as a section when we all got ready and did each others makeup. Then,