Personal Narrative: Entering My Final Year Of High School

2017 has been a year to remember. I did many things that can only be imagined in one year. Graduating high school, traveling the world, starting college, and having people enter and leave my life so fluently.

Junior year. My junior year I realized things about myself that I hadn’t previously known. Things I’ve never done before and things people thought I couldn’t do. Situations I thought I wouldn’t be in and there I was. Junior year, I did it.

It was the last last few days of summer before I started my Sophomore year of high school. My freshman year I applied and ran to be Sophomore class president, and I won. Before the start of school SGA (Student Government Association) had the responsibility to welcome and show new students around the school. While showing and bonding with new students I meet two new sophomores students named Ethan and Olivia. Ethan was a very attractive young man who was six feet and had nice dark hair, that was swooped to the right. Olivia on the other hand was a very short and pale girl who had orange hair that was very thin. Olivia and I both found Ethan to be attractive, Olivia made it known to me that she liked Ethan. It was the first day of school and

I honestly wouldn’t change anything about my lifestyle or how my years of high school have gone because I am truly happy with the person I have become. I might change my freshman year only because I didn’t really pay attention like I should have. I slacked a lot my freshman year and I now realize after the rest of my years at school, it really has been a struggle trying to get everything caught up. But now during my senior year I feel like I’m doing just fine and I am making it to the end okay. I have learned a lot throughout theses last 4 years of high school, I learned that high school goes by super fast and you really don’t get chances to redo any of the years. High School is a big deal and I learned to take it seriously my sophomore

The years of 2017 and 2018 have been incredible, but emotionally draining, and I feel like a summer break will do me some good. Some of the things that happened in 2017 were: meeting Dylan, grieving over the death of my nana, starting my last year of high school, and going to the city of light with my mom. In 2018 I experienced becoming an adult at the age of eighteen, helping my boyfriend move from house to hotel multiple times, and the best of all, graduation. It’s been a rough school year, but I honestly would not change anything because all of this happened and made me the woman I am today. It took me a while to decide on the things I wanted to carry and the things I wanted to leave behind and I have made that decision.

During the summer between my sophomore nad junior years in highschool, I had attempted to switch homes from my dad's in South Dakota to my mom's in Texas. The transition would went smoothly if it hadn't been for my dad not wanting me to move. We had to go to court to fight for custody over a legal adult, and even afterwards I had to worry about him coming to my school to take me, which he has accomplished before. So when I finally started my Junior year I was feeling terrified. I would eat my lunches with my teachers and some had storage rooms that I was allowed access to if the time ever come to hide. Finally, everyone calmed down once we had confirmation that he was back in South Dakota and school returned to a sort of normalise.

My life began 14 years ago on September 22, 2000 at about 1:30 pm at Mesquite Medical Center. I weighed 6 pounds 3 ounces and was 19 inches long. I have a sister who is 6 years older than me and is currently attending Stephen F. Austin for her 3rd year. When I was born, I had little blue spots on my body, but the most noticeable one is on my finger, it has grown as I have gotten older. My dad also has these mysterious spots and has been to many dermatologists to try and figure out what they are but no doctor knows exactly what to call them.

Being a freshman is the hardest of your four years in high school. Have you ever been pressured to be the best person you can be? This is how my year was as a freshman. Freshman year was the most different I never thought I would of found my way around the school when I first started to go there. Freshman year was the best year throughout my years of high school and it was the only year I had friends. During this year I had a lot of anxieties which dealt with me thinking I’m gonna be alone and not have any friends throughout the year to support me through the whole thing. Also, I would think of the pressure of not doing good in any of my classes so I would think it would affect my GPA in the future. The transition from middle school to high school was a different type of thing to do.

I am notorious for being clumsy. Sometimes I envision how my senior graduation will turn out, full of trepidation that I will trip on stage as I am approaching my principal to receive my diploma. Regardless, I realize that as the number of days left in high school decreases, it does not matter what happens on stage; all that matters is that I am finally graduating. OR

Throughout the past four years of my high school career, I have been rowing crew. I fell in love with the sport the moment I walked onto the team during the fall season of my freshman year. I was young and didn’t know how to react to such a demanding sport. The captain of the team “took me under his wing” and helped guide me to success. I told him on his graduation day that I want to be just like him when I become a senior. With focus and determination, I put my head down, and strived to be as good of a rower and captain as he once was. Every single day I brought my A-game to practice and left my blood, sweat, and tears in the boat and out on the water. In short order, I accomplished goals I didn’t think were physically or mentally possible.

Rounding into my junior year of high school I would find myself need my brother more than ever. Around the end of first semester my mother informed us that the doctors had found a mass located on one of her ovaries and need to do a biopsy. Knowing that cancer runs in our family I assumed the worst, but my mom assured me that everything would be ok, but while waiting for the results of her biopsy my father had a massive heart attack. My world was crumbling around me, both my parents were exiled to Mercy hospital, the same hospital where I begun my life could be the same place were my parents ended theirs. While my parents remained sequestered to their hospital beds my brother moved back into the house. He took on the responsibility of looking

“Well, see ya later Mr. Smith.” I said running out of his class, shooting him with my finger guns.

There it was, the day before my senior year, the next big step in life leading me to graduation and then college. Unfortunately, just like it is close to every big day in my life. I was sick. Literally the full nine yards, I would go from being hot one day and sweating like crazy to being cold and shivering the next. I refuse to go into my senior year sick, I mean this is supposed to be my year nothing can go wrong.

I made the transformation the summer before my junior year of high school when I started my first job as a bagger at Giant Foods. The change wasn't noticeable at first, but overtime I was gaining many skills. I worked usually five times a week every week. It felt strenuous at the time, but it put the summer to a better use. I was much more productive that summer than any of the previous ones. When the school year started I was still working. I thought that this you negatively affect my grades because I would have less time to do school work because of all of the work I would be doing, but I couldn't have been more wrong. I better in school than I did ever, even with more challenging classes with less time after school to do my assignments.

When I began High School as a freshmen, I was going to a new school district with very few familiar faces. Making friends and fitting in with a completely new group of people added an abundance of stress to my first year of high school. I was also switching over to a much more rigorous curriculum than I was used to and felt slightly lost because I didn’t have the same educational background as the other students. To top it off, I joined the girls volleyball team which was more intense and demanding than my previous middle school team. Having so many things going on at once made it difficult to focus on school work, and unfortunately school took a backseat to extra curricular activities. As I became more comfortable with my new school things