Personal Narrative Essay In High School

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

I was ten years old when middle school first began for me at the Dr. An Wang Middle School in Lowell, Massachusetts, and already, I was excited for a new school year with new people, new teachers, and new friends. Sadly though, I never could have expected what the real turn out for me at that school was, and in truth, it was harsh, and cruel bullying. Mostly, the beginning of the year was fine for me, and everything seemed pretty normal, but as kids became more comfortable in the new school, they also became meaner. One rainy morning in October, a group of eight or nine kids decided to play a game with me, and because I was the shortest, and the chubbiest, they thought it would be funny to lock me outside of the school in the pouring rain. I tried getting in, and banging on the windows, but nothing would ever happen.

“Have you ever had a ball. I have and it was in Groom TX Cafeteria.”

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.

As a young adolescent the smell of a delicious home-cooked breakfast would be the reason for me to get out of bed on a sunday morning. My father would knock on my door and command me to eat breakfast and prepare myself or else we would run late to our church service. As we hurried to church, due to my lackadaisical attitude, I was often forced to sit in the first row to the stage. This was always embarrassing because as a child I was reserved, and I dreaded walking in front of everyone. As the hour long church services took place, I would find myself languishing away only to be alerted by the soft glares of my dad.

“My mamma ate bad. My grandma ate bad. Now, the food was good, so good, but you know it’s like soul food, so it’s not that good for you. My mamma had diabetes too. I’m sure grandma did too, but she didn’t go to the doctor ever. She couldn’t afford it. I can though. That’s how I found out I had diabetes. I got it from them, of that I am sure.”

I never would think about showing an animal. I decided to go wild and show a steer my junior year, I did not think about showing an animal so big before but it was worth the wild. I knew it would be hard work, dedication and responsibility. I worked so hard to get where I wanted that steer and it sure did pay off. Being successful is something that someone feels when they work for something that they tried so hard on and then succeeded in it. Success is the way I felt when I was getting ready for the show while I was standing to be called in my class and how I felt when I got out of the show ring.

Ugh!!!!! How can i make money in this stupid town? Keno yell loudly while his hand was on his face. (Keno was darksin with blue eyes , black hair , and he carry around a sword with wings which his farther gave him before he left to travel the world.) Hmmm i wonder if there any fighting competion going on i town?! As i walked down the busy street i seen a post board with all type of prize winning money competion ...I walked to the board and the first then that caught my eye was a sword pulling contest , A smrik came on my face and i grab the poster and started to walk down the road which would lead me to the contest.

I can feel the tension in my muscles as the crowd readies itself for the main event.I prepared myself for the final match through boxing,dodging swings,running laps, inhaling when I hold back a punch and exhaling when I release the force of my punch.Without a doubt Gabriel has trained just as hard as I have and I still cannot beat him,until now.I felt more confident than ever as I walked out into the waiting eyes of the audience.I have climbed over many obstacles to get to the grand finale and I plan on seeing this fight to the end.

If you dedicate hard work and perseverance to anything you set your mind to, you can grab hold of your dream in triumph and success. This I believe

“Hey Dad I’m off to work” I yelled as I raced out the door to my first day at my new job. The local soccer academy hired me to work twice a week after hours to clean their building. Having witnessed my lack of cleaning skills for 16 years my dad looked shocked. For years I had been getting yelled at and called back out to “finish my job properly.” I would often leave crumbs all over the counters or left over food in the sink after being asked to clean the kitchen after dinner, or sometimes I wouldn’t pick up all the fallen sticks in the front lawn before I had to mow it, Determined to change my dad’s belief, I hopped in my car and drove off to work.

It was a bright sunny morning, I thought that it was little too sunny just because well now I can't go back to sleep. When I do go back to sleep I wake up again after I hear my parents fighting like usual. Eventually I do wake up and brushed my teeth and washed my face. I grabbed a banana and walked to my school even though it's almost a whole kilometre away but i did not seem to mind because I always loved school even though i am not that smart but I still got accepted into AK School i had to take a 4 page test and I passed first I was in shock because my aunt made me take the test i did not want to take the test for a couple of reason the biggest reason was that none of my friends were going to AK School. They were all going to Jackie Rack

I love going to my Nana and Papa’s house. The plentiful trees, smiling faces, and rope swing that hung in the yard were inviting, childish giggles and games always at my disposal.

Important events happen in everyone's life. People learn life lessons at young ages through traumatic events and just everyday experiences. I have a specific memory that really set the tone for how I wanted to live my life. I am the oldest of all my siblings, and it is important to be a good role model while also learning a lot about life.

“Help, someone help me! You can’t take me I have kids to take care of!” I peek out of my kitchen window into the barren town and see another jewish man being abducted from his home by a group of nazis. The past few days have been filled with screams and terror ever since our town has been invaded. It will only be a few more days, possibly even hours, before the inevitable occurs and our whole family is ripped away from each other. As not only fear, but anger seeps into my veins, I walk into the small, dark living room and gather on the grey worn out carpet by the fireplace. Next to me are my two brothers and my parents. My parents are whispering about plans to continue making money since my father had to close down his delicatessen because of the fact that jews are no longer allowed to sell. My brothers Isaac, Mendel and I keep asking questions about what is going to happen with us and our home. My father continues to tell us not to worry but I can see the fear in his eyes every time we hear a noise outside.