Personal Narrative: Entering High School

It’s always been a goal for me growing up to go to college, but you have to like school to be able to apply yourself completely right? Throughout elementary school and middle school, I hated school mostly because I never had a good relationship with my peers and was bullied growing up this would make me really not like going to school and not like my time there. In result, I never enjoyed school or applied myself as much as I wish I did in my years leading up to high school. When I got into high school is when it all changed My freshman year I went completely out of my comfort zone and tried out for cheerleading and made it. Freshman year through senior year cheer completely changed my relationship with the school and my peers. Freshman and sophomore year I started to involve myself into a lot of community service activities and clubs. I

Life is like an ocean. It ebbs and flows. The only certainty is that there isn't any. {except for death & taxes}.

Although I did not initially like what Kayla had to say, I was still open to listen. “You’re kind of like that saying, you’re a jack of all trades, but a master of none.” It was essentially a compliment, but it wasn’t projected as one. Not knowing if I should have been thankful or offended, I nervously laughed it off and replied with a sarcastic thanks. I did not bother to ask her what she meant. Instead, I thought about her words and it took me a while to realize that it might have been one of the nicest compliments that I have ever received. I glanced back over at her and smiled. Kayla looked concerned, but I replied, “What you said means a lot to me.”

As soon as we arrived to the gigantic mansion we saw an open window on the top floor. I was with my brother Willie and my other two homies Davis and Donny. We had the whole thing planned out to take the cars, we had been following the same plan sense we we teenagers, growing up in California we knew each other's weaknesses.

Starting high school gave me the opportunity to meet new people, learn new things, and play new sports. Growing up, my parents would let me join as many clubs as possible and play as many sports as I could. Entering the 9th grade gave me the chance to try out for the track and field team. It was something new for me. Since I was 5’7” and could jump fairly high my main event was jumping hurdles. I also did the long jump and triple jump as well. Let’s just say one day after jumping one of my hurdles it did not end well at all.

Growing up we never had a stable household, so basically I went from school to school. I went to 4 elementary schools, the most stable being three years. About my second year of school we went from being somewhat below average to quite below average income wise and lost our house. We basically stayed in a hotel for most of that year. We then moved to a labor camp in Tampa for the finishing of my third grade year. Finally in 4th grade we had some stability where I went to Davenport Elementary for the final three years of grade school. I was very shy for the most part and had few friends in school probably from the contribution of being the only white guy on the black bus outside of the mentally challenged kid who had a grand total of zero

“‘Um life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get.’ I think that’s what the Forest said, I mean Gump, Forrest Gump, that’s what he said.” As I uttered the words, I knew I had embarrassed myself, along with the team, and I knew this was an experience I would never forget.

When I was little, I was always a very curious girl. I was always that girl that was playing doctor and pretending to healing people. By me doing that, it started my interest in becoming a doctor. When I was in middle school I joined a medical program called JUMP. Even though I was only a teacher’s assistance, I learned a lot by grading the student’s work and overview what they were doing. At first I wanted to become a general doctor because my main goal, at the time, was to help people get better and prevent sickness. In the transition to high school, I lost a close friend due to suicide. It made me feel very depressed and I did not like that feeling. Experiencing that made me want to help out other people that are going through the same

I attended Loudon Elementary through 2nd to 6th grade. I was sad that I was leaving all my friends but excited to meet new people at junior school. I heard Junior High was a lot different from elementary.The only concern I had was that the classes may be to hard but, it wasn’t that hard once I got there and met all my teachers.My first impression of Tevis Jr. High was that I was really nervous I had wondered how this school was like.Tevis was different than I expected because I thought that I would get lots of homework and I wouldn’t find any friends.

The start of high school is a very exciting time for anybody, it means growing up, and having freedoms. Of course with freedoms, there comes consequences. As a freshmen at the time, I was not fully invested in school. Homework and studying was never a priority for me at the time, I thought copying other people’s work would let me glide through school with no worries. I had a busy schedule filled with school, and then swim practice right after, so by time the weekend came the last thing I wanted to be doing was school work. I was young and not thinking about the future, I’d rather be out with friends than doing any type of assignments. But as time went on I matured and realized that in order to do well in school I had to be dedicated. Unfortunately

I can’t certainly say that there was only one experience that leads to my growth and development. But I could say that it started when I was transitioning from elementary school to high school. During this time my father had a debilitating illness, making him unable to work. In 2010, my father contracted the illness pneumonia. At the time I was just 10 yrs. The infection was so severe that my father had to go to the hospital for some time. It was a contagious infection through the air, so when my mother and other siblings visited him they were required to wear filer mask. Because of my age at the time, the doctors advised that I shouldn’t enter the room because there was a high risk that I could get infected. Luckily, my father recovered.

“No matter how good you are, someone is always going to be against you. But never let them be the limit of your success” (Terry Mark). Throughout my first 3 years of high school, I was always a shy/quiet girl who wanted nothing to do with anyone. I did not want to do after school activities, I did not want to participate in class, I didn’t like going to the football games anymore since I was no longer on the cheer team and I did not want to go to school dances, all mainly because I thought about what people thought or said about me, and it bothered me… a lot. Since I had friends growing up doing things they shouldn’t be doing at their age, like drugs, partying, going out, etc., not acting like them I felt out of place, like I didn’t fit in.

Before the beginning of High school, I was an average kid, was kind of chubby and didn’t look too good. Whenever the mile run came up, I would always finish in a terrible position and have to do the walk of shame as I would approach the finish line. I had fluffy love handles and to accompany my waist, was a pair of squirrel cheeks. When lunchtime came around I would spend 5 dollars just on cookies so I could get my daily sugar fix. However, I was madly in love with a girl, and she would turn me down every time I would try to ask her out. 3 years ago today, I overcame my old self and turned my unhealthy lifestyle into a glamorous way of living.

Walking into the first day of high school i never thought i would have i experience i've had until now, honestly my experience of school did not meet the expectation

On my first day of kindergarten, I held onto my dad's’ hand so tightly that it took 3 teachers to pull me off of him. On my first day of first grade, I refused to get on the bus and so my father had to take me to school where I continued to throw a fit. On my first day of second grade, my mother took me to school and I screamed so loudly in the car that I lost my voice. On my first day of third grade, I went into the school without a fuss but forced myself to throw up so I could get sent home. This is what my parents had to deal with as a child, I was so incredibly anxious about meeting people, talking to people, and being around people I did not know. I would do anything to avoid a social encounter that I have not prepared correctly for, and