Personal Narrative: Being A Student At Washington Community High School

Throughout my high school career, I have come to be heavily involved in activities within my high school. I was inducted into National Honor Society in the school year of 2015-2016. I came to be involved in the Drama Club for all four years of my high school career, along with being in Student Council all four years as well. In Student Council, I held the position of treasurer my senior year, and was on the executive board. The music department also has been one of the biggest programs I have come to be involved in within my high school career. I have played alto saxophone in concert band all four years of high school, and played alto saxophone my senior year in jazz band. Along with being in both concert band and jazz band, I was also part

These last few years have actually been the best years of my life. They were filled with success, new relationships, and happiness. My involvement at school and in my community had a major role in the above listed.

Well, my experience at the Career Night at West Potomac High School was a great experience with a lot of informing information. I learn so much about how each person I talked to choose their career and what made them do so. I gain the understand wat it is like to be in their shoes for a daily. They told me what makes their jobs so special. I learn that finding a career is not as easy as people may make it out to be. The best thing to do is always to find something your passionate about. For instance, I interviewed an FBI agent and she told me that she started off as a teacher. Then one day she was watching a movie with her husband about murder. From there she knew she likes the critical thinking of trying to find out who killed the victim.

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.

One thing that has been meaningful to me is my experience with high school athletics. I choose high school athletics because of a few reasons. My first reason is how I learned about hard work and if you push yourself, you can achieve your goal. I have been lifting weights three days a week since I was in 8th grade. Up until the summer before my junior year I hadn’t tried very much while I lifted weights. I would rush to finish my workout, sometimes I would even skip lifting. I had wasted my time for three years. I realized that I had to change my work ethic. The summer before my junior year is when I started to push myself. I never skipped lifting the whole summer, and to this day I have not missed a day. I wouldn’t lift to just lift, I lifted

Due to my rashness I potentially destroyed the only legacy I would ever have at my high school. It began and ended Freshmen year. The first month of school, I was eager to get involved on campus. I was intrigued to try out something entirely unfamiliar. I still remember the excitement I had as I looked over the list of activities and sports, it was pure adrenaline. I finally fell on the decision to join the swim team. After a quick shopping spree for a skin tight black speedo and goggles at Big 5 and one uncomfortable physical examination, I was ready to get into the water. First week of practice was simple and tranquil, I was being taught the proper technique of swimming and was ultimately building up my endurance. However simplicity and tranquility

High school in its self is an experience. There are many activities and opportunities to take part in. I have been provided the opportunity to have experience many of these during the course of my high school career. The one that stands out to me as most satisfying was when the girls volleyball team went to state. However, I am not a member of the volleyball team; I am a part of the band.

This class is very different than my high school classes, especially in structure, organization, and pace. I have learned that I need to be better prepared for the time essays are due and the amount of time and effort it takes to write a good essay that follows the guidelines. In my writing, I have learned that I tend to write in passive voice and I need to eliminate my vague words that I use. This class has been very challenging but the biggest challenge I have faced this year is trying to keep up with the pace of the class. I struggled with juggling this class and my other high school classes work load, but I have gotten better and I feel more organized and prepared now. I think my best work was my first essay, I spent a lot of time and effort

Sometimes, the obstacles we face in life seem impossible to overcome. We feel like we are drowning and helpless, as if we are not in control of our own situation. This is a horrifying feeling for a teenager. However, what we do not realize during these tough times is how helpful our adverse experience will be in the future. Yes, it may be over-dramatized by high school students (as are many things), but sometimes, when the pressure is on, it feels like the world is crashing down.

As soon as I closed my eyes, I instantly felt different. I was no longer wide awake, mind raring to learn and to go, go go. Silence automatically engulfed me allowing me to sink into my mind. My eyes instantly when shut felt heavy, and slightly burned as if through I had to keep my eyes open for sixty seconds, rather than closed. No smells hit me as the classroom was scent free , and I was sitting next to girl who probably more then likely showered everyday. So she gave off no scent. My ears quickly caught the steady hum of the overhead lights. Not focusing to deeply as my ears inadvertently bounced around looking in the silence  for something else to hear.  I could hear people walking through the halls, a fellow classmate entering the room.

My education has never been on a secure pace, but always a roller coaster of inconsistency and long periods of unknowns. From the time I entered High School, first attending Charlotte Catholic, I was never quite able to find a rhythm in my school work. Struggling to balance schoolwork with sports, at times I rushed making silly mistakes that cost me credibility among the faculty and my friends. It was not until I realized I needed to make a change, I needed to find a place and pace where I felt at home. That place for me was Covenant Day School and the change occurred between my 10th and 11th grade years. My friends thought the decision was silly, it would cost me dearly; but I felt not changing would cost me more.

The car came screeching to a stop. Nervously, I glanced over my shoulder to gaze at the school that would shape the final three years of my high school experience. Transferring from one high school to another took a toll on me both mentally and physically. During these monumental years, I knew that I wanted to focus on my grades, participate in clubs, and potentially play sports. Sure, I researched, watched various movies and read about how to prepare myself for the upcoming years, but everyone has their own unique experience. Being excessively introverted in the ninth grade immediately put me in the position of being a target. I often felt ostracized by my peers each day at school. As I walked down the halls, I was anxious and quite despondent.

Walking onto the fields with my cleats hung over my shoulder, I had never felt so out of place. The other players seemed to know each other already, either from high school or playing the previous year together. I, however, knew nobody and was left there awkwardly fiddling with the grass at my feet. I doubted anyone knew my name as I was a rookie on the team, fresh out of last week’s tryouts. It was still unbelievable to me that I made it past those tough weeks of tryouts and found myself a spot on the team as the Philadelphia Forge, a youth Ultimate Frisbee team, draws upon some of the best high school Ultimate players in the Philadelphia area.

This week being the beginning of my last year here at Davis high school has been one to remember. Seeing old friends and meeting new students is always fun. My favorite class for now is PALS. Pals is a program where you go into a classroom and assist the special education students that need assistance here at Davis high school. One interesting thing about this week is my best friend's sister is a new student or as we know a freshman. I am excited for up and coming events such as; senior sunrise/sunset, football games and many more fun

As I sit here writing this essay on my phone rather than a computer screen, I am coping with one of my set backs. As the product of an African couple, I grew up learning the African culture and way of life. As I began my high school journey my parents began their separation journey. They had decided that they no longer could live in the same house together. They decided 21 years together was enough and they wouldn't bear another minute. I know what you are thinking many children deal with this heartbreaking experience, but what made it extremely hard for me was my ethnicity. Up until this I had loved being African but after I saw the way they treated someone that they once loved my perspective had been changed for good. Something as simple as paying a speeding ticket they would not dare