Personal Narrative: Christian Brothers 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.

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will

To know how lead, first you got to learn how to follow. Knowing that quote help me understand my mentor Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith was my coach at first when I started Middle School at Paul Public Charter School. Mr. Smith had taught me to not put sports over education and to respect others.

In the fall of 2014, I embarked on the start of my ephemeral high school experience. Reminiscing back onto my first day of school, I can recall the exact moment as if it was yesterday. The adrenaline spewing out of my veins as if I had just consumed a large amount of caffeine, the anxiety boiling in my nerves not knowing who my teachers were or where my classes were. But most of all, I recall the coalescing of my fellow classmates’ personalities and the censure everyone had towards each other. It was in this moment that I had realized that Northwest Christian High School was not a banal Christian environment. In fact, Northwest Christian High School was the antithesis of a banal Christian environment.

While attending Judson High School in the beginning of my senior year, our advisory teacher Mrs. Evans

Aaron and I began working together in August 2013 at Oak Grove Middle School in the Davidson County School System in Lexington, North Carolina. Inasmuch as we were both new to sixth grade, we were both experienced teachers. Aaron’s wife had been my school’s technology representative so I knew of him through her. Although I had little contact with Aaron the familiarity with his family created an instant friendship.

Adjusting my midnight blue tie, I hurried down the sidewalk to St. John’s Baptist Church. Sunday morning, and I was barely awake, the thick fog blurring my vision. If you haven’t already guessed, I’m the enterprising young fellow that springs out of bed at five o’clock every weekend to ring the church bells, waking up my dead and dying little town. This Sunday was muggy as usual, the sun never showing up to greet me. Skipping up the cement steps, I took hold of the clammy oakwood door to let myself in.

Throughout my entire life, I have only attended 2 schools. From 3-year-old preschool to eighth grade, I went to St. John’s Lutheran School in LaGrange. From freshman year to senior year, I went to Walther Lutheran High School in Melrose Park. Overall my impression at both of those schools were great, I learned many things, and made amazing friends that I still have to this day. Both of my schools were small so I always had one on ones with the teachers, so I was able to have a special relationship with them.

It was when I was 6 that I was first told, “You look good for someone of your skin color!” The moment that phrase escaped her lips, my parents stared at each other, not unsure of how to even respond. Nothing seemed abhorrent about that statement to me at the time. The woman just wanted to give me a compliment! I should feel honored that someone would consider me so beautiful. Before they could even say anything, I simply smiled at her and said thank you with my hands folded in my lap and my head held up high.

“Back to the old grind” I said to myself as I started my third year at Lake View Christian School. Being there was only one class per grade you were with the same people every year. For, me in that case I was the only nerd in the class. It was like being Einstein with a class of NFL players. That is except my best and slightly nerdy friend Shawn. It was okay for the past few years. I never got bullied or teased, but also no one was like me. But at the end of the day I was happy I had at least one friend. That is until that unfortunate September day.

Sunday evening, June 30, I finished teaching the curriculum in the Bible school, and then several

It was the last day of tenth grade at Cathedral High School. My classmates and I were all packed at the front of the classroom waiting to get out of the door. My twin sister Claire and I were squished together at the very front. The bell had already rung for the next period, but we were hesitant to open the door because we knew as soon as we did, a swarm of seventh graders would soak us with water guns. Still, our classroom was fully prepared with Silly String for our counterattack. That whole year, our first period tenth grade classroom was “at war” against the seventh graders, and we needed one final battle to show them who was in charge. I looked at my sister, smiled big with excitement, and grabbed her hand. Together, we burst open the door and led our class

In spite of it all, I figured high school out pretty quick after that first semester of sophomore year. Second semester of sophomore year my semester GPA was back up above 3.1. Since the beginning of junior year, I have not dropped below a 3.3 semester GPA.The first

Every sunny day I stand up from my annoying clock “BEEP BEEP BEEP”. I turn it off and get ready and hear the clock talking I first think It’s the radio but it’s not. So I came closer to it and it ate everything around even my homework. I thought “what will I say to the teacher”.”She wouldn’t believe me”.