Personal Narrative Essay : My Experience In High School

Back in middle school around the 6th grade I was a bitter person. Having been hurt from past and present situations I was not keen on forming relationships with other people. I always kept to myself, never causing any trouble and sure to keep far from it by turning the other cheek. Then one day the student occupying the seat beside me mistakenly took my school pack believing it to be his own. I had only become aware of the mistake after he had begun leaving out the classroom’s door. Before he was able to reach the schools exit i managed to catch up to him; informing him of the mistake he made. With that brief encounter a small friendship began. Everyday afterwards the same student would spark a conversation with me before classes began. He

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

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.

I wake up early and stomp downstairs. I grab the oatmeal from the table and run upstairs. Someone knocks at the door. It’s Anna-Marie. “Go away!” I yell, but she opens the door anyway. I put my oatmeal on the night stand and hide under my covers. “ Cadence, you seemed like you were happy here and you were getting along with all the others. We can’t have you sneaking out all the time. I’m sorry but we have decided to send you to foster parents. You leave tonight to meet them.” She closes the door and I come out from under the covers. I pack my bags and I’m ready to go. I say goodbye to everyone and I hop in the taxicab and drive off.

BEEEEEP! That was the sound of my of my alarm clock telling me that summer is over. Today is my first day of highschool and I’m expected to do great things for the Tiki Island Bullfrogs varsity lacrosse team. I have a height of 6’5 with a 205 lbs frame. My best friends are Tyrone, Manjavian, and Cleedus, and they are going to be on varsity lacrosse with me. I have honestly had a very interesting summer with the whole vampire thing, but it’s been really tough trying to explain to them that I have met a vampire who can drink ink instead of blood.

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.

Life is like a road you know where it’s, other times you don’t.This reminds me of my summer going into freshman year. For the last weeks of middle school there has been a lot of talk about high school and even ed tech. I concluded the year with good grades little did I know I had an active couple months ahead. starting high school wasn’t the only new transition to make.

One thing that has been meaningful to me is my experience with high school athletics. I choose high school athletics because of a few reasons. My first reason is how I learned about hard work and if you push yourself, you can achieve your goal. I have been lifting weights three days a week since I was in 8th grade. Up until the summer before my junior year I hadn’t tried very much while I lifted weights. I would rush to finish my workout, sometimes I would even skip lifting. I had wasted my time for three years. I realized that I had to change my work ethic. The summer before my junior year is when I started to push myself. I never skipped lifting the whole summer, and to this day I have not missed a day. I wouldn’t lift to just lift, I lifted

6th grade: Bayushki Baya was really bad I’m not gonna lie, the reason why was because they were off key I couldn’t hear the guys, and they had no pitch I thought.

When I was 10, I first heard from a teacher about college and the need to do well in school. My fifth grade teacher briefly mentioned the idea, one that I was to become very familiar with over time, whilst annoyed at a group of boys who were acting out in the class. I constantly heard from middle school teachers about how they were “preparing me for high school” and how those teachers “were going to be a lot harder on [us].” I was told that my grades, even in middle school, would be vital to gaining entrance to any college. In early high school I was introduced to the idea of needing top grades and extracurricular activities to make one well rounded. Thus, my work ethic was established from a young age. At 10, I had no idea what I wanted to

My event I wanted to focus on the most is when I failed my freshmen year of high school. I didn’t try as much as I should have but I figured that I was going to pull a last minute try and do all my work when the end of the school year came but I was horribly wrong and I had to suffer the consequences of not being in my correct classes and being behind in credits.

It was October of last year, my first scheduled debate ever. My cool laid back bravado was officially terminated in that moment as my stomach turned. “A kid with nerves of steel was now overwhelmed?”, I asked myself. As I stared at the face of my first debate judge, a great deal of nerves stampeded through my body. There were two debaters to the left of me ready to make their school proud. My body was in complete shock because I had to compete against complete strangers. The judge was also a debate coach from another school. I began to think,“what if the judge shows bias against my team” and “what if the other team has a better speaker than me?”. All of these things took place as I stood in a room about to do what I said I’d never do in my highschool career.

It all started freshman year, I’m so excited for high school I thought to myself, I’m going to do so well. I walked into those doors on top of the world. Nothing could bring me down I thought, I was in high school now. Being in high school makes you invincible right? No, that’s wrong being in high school is like walking on broken glass, with each step you bleed more and more until you can’t keep walking. High school breaks you down until you have two choices, stay broken or rise up.

The bus comes at 6:30. It’s 6:25, and I’m still lying in my bed imagining today like any other day. Alone. Walking through the halls, of a place I know I don’t belong in. Knowing that my peers around me hate me and treat me differently just because of my money situation, it hurts, we were all accepted to this school for one reason, knowledge, and one special talent. I would never be able to be at this school without a scholarship, and now I wish I never had it. I would throw away everything; my high IQ, my art, everything. Just to go back to normal school for poor people like me, and not to be treated like before. Now it’s 6:28 two minutes before that stupid rich people coach bus comes to pick us up. I jump up, grab my art supplies and my backpack and head out. I sit on the bus, alone. Behind me is Aria, Martha and Gabe, the main bullies, to me. Only me. Every morning is the usual, they spit gum into my hair. I’m used to it by now, we have assigned seats so it’s not like I can move away, every moment, every class I’m with them, they’re so mean. And no one cares. No one. I’ve tried to stand up for myself, but that doesn’t work. I don’t know what else to do.

I remember in second grade when my mom told me something that I’ve tried to keep with me over the years. “Do something nice for someone today, but keep it to yourself. Don’t tell anyone, just do it for the sake of being nice.” So, I did. It wasn’t much, but I pushed in chairs, straightened up cubbies, and picked up things around the class. The whole time I did, I felt this little rush. Doing things for other people felt good, even if no one thanked me. After that day, I tried to keep the same attitude. But in middle school, I learnt that the kindness you give is not always returned or appreciated no matter how hard you try.