Personal Narrative: Atid Lode High School

When I was a little girl, my grandma would always take me to her school with her and let me sit in on her classes throughout the day. I always begged her to let me go with her because I had loved getting to be there with her and getting to pretend that I too was a part of the class. Alvord Continuation High School was mainly composed of portable classrooms, the buildings were red and white spanish style buildings. The school my grandmother taught at was not a regular high school, this was a place where students over the age of sixteen were able to attend in order to finish school to obtain a high school diploma. The students she taught primarily looked a lot older than sixteen, they were adults trying to graduate to move on with their lives.

Living in Small town located in the Central Valley in state of California. I began my freshman year in 2012 at the Avenal High School. My first day of class and everything seemed to be new for a fourteen years old teenager with big expectations about his future education .Dealing with new people and teachers that I did not back time, I go used to them. Attending to school seemed to be easy when it is not, but also it is not hard if you have determination and discipline. I can tell that I have not fallen my none of classes. There was moment when I got lower grade because I have not been paying attention to the lessons that the teacher was teaching to the class. The mistake of getting lower grade did not make a weak student. I learned to

I have been a Spring isd student since 2008. The schools I have attended are, Northgate Crossing Elementary, Twin Creaks Middle School, and now Spring High School. Over the course of these eight years I have learned and observed a variety of ways students upset teachers, specifically English teachers. If you are looking for ways to upset your English teacher, you have come to the right place.

The summer of 2012 was the start of the downward spiral into my high school career. This ass hole guy decided to dump me and my dumb ass kept going after him when I know I shouldn’t have so I got hella drunk one night (as a 14 year old) and made this hilarious video with my bff that people hated apparently even though we looked hot. And so we got kicked out of cheer lol. Stupid mrs hatfield even had the vid on her phone like wtf lol. So yeah great start to high school.

I lived in Sterling, Illinois, in a decent sized house outside city limits. I never actually attended middle school, as I was home-schooled for sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. During home-school, I got to spend all of my day dealing with my siblings (which is worse than it sounds). If it wasn't my siblings, it was my dad, who I don't really talk to as is. Nothing is the matter between us, I just don't talk much. Most of my time not in school or dealing with my family was spent in video games or exploring a nearby forest. There wasn't much between those two, as I only had two friends I talked to. I worried for the longest time that I would go my middle school AND high school years with only those two friends. I wasn't one that could be described

Back within seventh grade towards the start of the school year I was put into a course called "Advanced Art" and I sat with a friend. My friend, Javier, wasn't suppose to have the class so he was sure to leave within weeks. During the time with him I noticed this big group of friends that seemed quite interesting to me. Around the time when he had his classes changed the song "Wrecking Ball" by Miley Cyrus came along and I drew a funny picture about it. I introduced myself into the big group and at first they seemed off about me but then they accepted me, especially this one girl named Tiffany. We had a few classes together so we would sit together and this was a start of a story of best friends.

Middle school for me wasn’t that fun because the teachers seem boring. The reason I found it boring because all of my classes from 6th-8th weren’t all fun because I couldn’t listen to music.Sure I had my friends but the assignments were boring or as exciting.The only time I was excited for something was my 7th grade field trip because it was a day without school, we to Medieval Times, we ate, watch a show and not do work for the whole day.I guess my 8th grade field trip but it was at the end of the school year.the last three days of

Secondary school is instrumental to the development of a young adult, and choosing the right four-year home for me is extremely important. This decision is very difficult because I cannot make my decision based on what school my friends are attending. This will be detrimental to my

Throughout my four years of high school I have been apart of many school activities. I have been apart of basketball for one year, volleyball for two years, and tennis for four years. I have also been apart of spanish club for two years. During freshman and sophomore year I fundraised by selling butter braids and cookie dough to many of the members in my community. I also put many hours into working the concessions during the basketball and football games. During the summer I worked at the concessions at the pool. I also helped Mrs. Lonner paint the Concessions stand. After two years I had finally raised enough money to go on trip to Costa Rica with a few of my classmates. During homecoming I'm also apart of all the activities. I have dressed

My elementary and middle school years were excellent. I got good grades, on time to class everyday, never talked back to the teachers. I was the perfect student.

The first day wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but it wasn’t great either. I got lost so many times and the only thing more embarrassing than being lost in the hallway is asking someone for directions, which I had to do twice. I only had one class with my friends, but all three of us were in there. And Samantha Kline was in my second period social studies class. We had started hanging out during school for the last month of eighth grade, and I didn’t have her number, but we liked each other. I don’t know about liking each other. I liked her but I didn’t know if she liked me. She was cool. Popular but quiet. And very pretty. She had played basketball in middle school and had practiced with the high school soccer team for the second half

It was August and school was just around the corner. I was going to be a freshman that year. It wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t just moved to the west side of Cleveland. Once again, I was going to be a new kid, but I guess we all were because we were freshmen. Later I found out that the school I would be attending, John Marshall High School, was a 9th grade academy. They separated us from the upperclassmen because the High School wasn’t big enough. Construction workers were in the process of building the new high school that year, so that grades 9-12 could be together. We were placed in an old middle school, it sucked! I wanted the real high school experience, but in this situation, I still felt like a child.

Honestly, Enloe wasn’t the only high school I was considering. Although I knew that most of my friends were going here, and I knew that it was typically a smoother transition for Ligon kids to go to Enloe, I thought about going to Sanderson. One of my sisters goes there, and we live just down the street. Being able to walk to and from school would be really convenient for me. What really kept me from going there instead, was the fact that I wanted to be able to figure my own high school experience out. I spent a lot of time when I was younger trying to figure out if my opinions were really my own. Enloe offered me a place to get involved in chorus, potentially get involved in soccer and to experience the independence that high school allows. Having an open mind is an important trait to me, and I didn’t want set ideas for how high school was going to be for me.

There is not really much to speak on concerning my middle school years. As with most teens this was a difficult and awkward time for me. I had mastered the bullying thing so this was no longer a factor or a concern for me. However, doing this time, I was speaking up for all the other little voices who were having a hard time in school with bullies. I thought of myself as the bully’s advocate and I was winning.

A picture is worth a thousand words; however, I cannot submit a photo in my personal statement. If I could, It would be an image of me, adorned with American flag patterned leggings, a full sized flag, and intricate face paint, standing in front of my school’s sign which proudly reads “Atholton High School” in kelly green lettering. The face paint, which is my favorite aspect of the photo, covers all of my fair complexion with vivid red and white stripes on the right and a deep blue speckled with tiny, white stars on the left. A scintillating smile covers my face, despite the disappointment I felt for not being able to fit exactly 50 stars on upper quarter of my face. This moment was captured three years after I was introduced to what I believe