Personal Narrative Essay : A Stressful Day In My School

“I would be honored to invite Demetri Ford and his little sister, Tiana Ford, to the stage!”

A laughing puppy lit up as my ball ricochet away and into a pit. The machine exploded in a frenzy of blinking lights and bells, my score rolling upwards to 300,000. My sweaty palms on the side of the game awaited the ejection. I stared down the game, my lips pursed and eyes like knives. Around me, a bar. Hostesses brought drinks, and men and women talked. There was flirting, boozing, laughing, and chatting. People stood, sat, sang, slumped, and saturated. A rude, lewd, crude dude thought he was smooth and but blew it, on a girl with a bad tattoo. Rejected he rolled his eyes to find a new girl to fail with. But not I. No, I waited until the ball shot out. And I didn’t register a thing around me. And then it did but I saw my dream of beating

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

It was a Thursday evening when it all happened. Lady Titan Softball was at Tecumseh high school playing a conference game. Of course, this was my freshman year so varsity wasn’t exactly in my range. Winning the junior varsity game though, was just as important. We all knew this conference game was going to be a tough one, but we were willing to do anything to win.

“It’s useless Dave,” my aunt confessed, “She loses every time we play. Hasn’t she learned?” As their conversation continued on, I blocked out all the horrid filled memories from the game. I created a brand new slate. With this thinking, I was ready to play. I was ready to win.

Adrenaline was rushing through every vein in my body granting me immunity from doubt and logic. I tuned out the distracting clattering of my brother and the disappointed sigh from my mother as she heard my shrieking. Working with my teammate, Garen, we held back at the final turret. Delightfully murdering minion after minion, I slowly built up my courage. Suddenly one of the enemy champions wandered a bit too close for his sake. I grinned instantly planning to stun him. My hands moved as if by magic, the exact movements had become muscle memory. I used my right hand to place the cursor expertly over his poor head; in a split second, I had struck down on the "E" key stunning him. I smugly smiled; his health was about to drop instantly by 370hp after I landed my attack. Suddenly, my teammate jumped on the opportunity. As a close range attacker, he had gambled his life to flash into unsafe territory. I remained behind supporting to the best of my ability. Anxiety flooded my previously excited body; he had made it awfully effortless for us to be ambushed. Swiftly, Lux and Trundle emerged from the shrubbery on either side of us. My brain froze; my heart dropped to my

“So, if I keep taking little bites and chewing slowly, I won’t have the feeling of choking again!” I thought.

We all have different kinds of the first day of school experiences, but for every student, I feel that stepping into the first day of school as a freshman would mark as the most memorable day in all high school years. Before the first day of school, I quickly thought that my freshman year would turn into the toughest and saddest year in my experience. My best friend would not attend the same high school with me, which already gives me many conclusions of how sad and hard of a school year it would result. However, maybe things will turn out differently than we think if we just change something about our way of living it.

You glance down and notice the carpet beetle stuck in a crevice of worn down carpet. You don’t know how to sympathize, but you feel just as stuck. Your feet firmly planted and your body rigidly swaying on the edge of disaster. The oppressive feeling fills the room choking off your air. You feel the need to get up, to save yourself, leave the room, jump in your car and get away. Yet, for some reason you can’t leave. You weren’t supposed to get hooked. You were only brought along to make sure the calculations were right. You’re really good with numbers and you never forget a thing, until now. You were allowed to play one time, only once. No smiling, no one smiled that makes it easy. You lift the sweaty glass from the page and the words quickly jump out at

Good morning, like Megan said I am Desirae Hertling. I am currently in my last month of high school at New Ulm Public and I plan to attend South Dakota State University next fall.

You sit in your dark room, the only source of light seemed to be your lunchtop illuminating its dull light. You have lost track of the time, it would undoubtedly be past 10 PM, you’d confirm the time if you had the energy to look up at the clock. Or the digital clock on the lunchtop. You let out a long sigh, massaging your temples, only a while longer until Rose gets on. You tap a slow steady rhythm on the base of the laptop, staring blankly at the screen as if expecting that to prompt Rose’s log on message to ping up. Why are you so worked up over such a little game? Because, as news has it, the world stands on its last few months, and this game has said to be the last resort to a more comfortable life. If the idea of a ‘comfortable

"I think I'm better." I was not sure how to phrase that sentence because it was not a thought up until now.

Not being adequate is a tough pill to swallow. For me wrestling was my life in high school. Nothing was more important being on the mat. Wrestling knowing at the end of the day that only you could stop yourself. It wasn't until i reached college and tried to make the leap for high school to college that reality sat in. I applied to San Francisco State providing film hoping to insure a scholarship. In return they told me that my skill weren’t at the level they need.

Imagination is a unique trait to everyone. Not everyone imagines the same things. To think beyond the norms of the world is an eye-opener. When falling into hard times I would imagine a place beyond the boundaries of my abilities. Grasping the feeling of imaginary to make it a reality.

I remember one incredibly funny day from last year. It was the day I fell through the glass display case at school. Boy, I tell you that sucked so bad. I know for a fact I’ll never live it down. I’m known for being pretty accident prone so it was no surprise to people when they found out I was the one who had left the blood stain in the hallway.