Personal Narrative Essay : My Experience In My School

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

The day was a bright one an exciting one, I was ready to take on the world, the world being this year of school and the year as whole. It was my sophomore year in Skyview high school and thus far it was going splendidly. My grades were great, my physical condition was better than it had been in years, and I was ready for wrestling to start.

I was told in the 4th grade that school will get harder and harder, I was told that middle school and high school will get harder than elementry 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

When I first started thinking about college schools I never thought about going to MSU or Ole Miss. I wanted to go to the bigger universities, but I knew I wouldn’t do well if I went there my first year. My high school did not prepare me enough for University, and I hadn’t decided on a major either. I choose East Central Community College (ECCC) as the school I would go to for many reasons, and when I got here I knew I made the right choice.

I tried to blink in my tears, because the last thing I wanted was to end up crying like a loser on the first day of school. "Mom, I'll be fine.". I certainly was not fine. I was anything, but fine. I took a long, deep breath as my eyes met the sight of Johnson, an enormous school with kids bustling in and out like bees. I knew I was in for something big, but big doesn't always mean better, right? Time was ticking by, and I had an obnoxious feeling luring in my stomach, worse than any type of butterflies. I turned on my music, completely redid my hair and started tapping on the dashboard with my nails. Oh gosh, I literally was doing everything to get my mind off going to school. However, that became quite impossible when my mom stopped the car in front of the main entrance of high school. I was so close to pinching myself, hoping that this was some messed up dream. But it was, unfortunately, reality. After observing a bit, I couldn't help but laugh at the diversity of all the kids that were walking in. Some were jumping with joy, others laughing for what seemed to me no apparent reason, and some who hunched as they sluggishly walked

I never thought that the years would go by so quickly and I am senior now. For having three years in Western High, I learned a lot of things especially educationally and academically. I experienced many things in this school. There were a great times and bad times as well. English is my least favorite subject, which I struggles many times. When I looked back those essays in my portfolio, I couldn’t believe that I wrote a bunch of essays during my three years. There were some great essays and terrible essays. I noticed that on my essays I struggled on these three focus areas: organization, weak evidence and grammar/spelling.

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.

I live in a suburban town whose families are well-off, each home has hedges trimmed to the needle and the downtown streets are lined with colorful-flags and flowerbeds in the springtime. It is a moderate-sized town but a quiet and simple place to live. Not a lot happens; it is quaintly bustling during the daytime, yet at night not even a car can be spotted parked on main street. The town appears to be an ideal, utopian establishment-- an embodiment of civilization. However, the only high school is bursting at the seams, the students are rowdy, and there is a surplus of rules but apathetic punishment. Troubled kids would wait through a tolerable one hour detention, then go out and reinstate their poor behavior. This evokes many questions about

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

Due to my rashness I potentially destroyed the only legacy I would ever have at my high school. It began and ended Freshmen year. The first month of school, I was eager to get involved on campus. I was intrigued to try out something entirely unfamiliar. I still remember the excitement I had as I looked over the list of activities and sports, it was pure adrenaline. I finally fell on the decision to join the swim team. After a quick shopping spree for a skin tight black speedo and goggles at Big 5 and one uncomfortable physical examination, I was ready to get into the water. First week of practice was simple and tranquil, I was being taught the proper technique of swimming and was ultimately building up my endurance. However simplicity and tranquility

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.

While entering high school was a petrifying year for me, I did not want to go through the next four years in fear everyday. As a result, I joined an enrichment called Chicago Voyagers. I loved being in the outdoors because I get to embrace the nature before technology has filled our minds and that is what we revolve around constantly. Also, through this non-profit organization, I get to meet new friends and gain some personal skills like leadership, teamwork, and communication. I do not want people to see me as timid and someone who does not have a voice. Even though I may still be quiet, I see myself becoming more outgoing and loud compared to my past self. When I reflect on my time in high school, I have made most of my friends because I

When I walked that day into the school, I felt hatred from the surroundings. Teachers, students, and counselors looked at me like I’m the enemy. It wasn’t literally that, but that’s what I sensed. My experience in the Elementary school and in the middle school was daunting. I wasn’t a student that wanted to learn, educate, and enhance. School was a nightmare for me. I hated to go there nor even do anything that is related to it; It didn’t mean anything to me. I lacked improvement, and self-assurance, because I used my life for joyfulness and dissipate. The absence of good grades made my relations with everyone defective and I didn’t feel jubilant with it, until that day came.

Growing up I was bullied a lot, for my weight, my name, my hair, anything the bullies could think of. The worst of these years was when I was in 5th grade; A girl in my class derided that she liked my one and only friend but didn't like me. My friend had stuck with me though all the bulling in elementary, however when the new girl came along she convinced my friend I was only holding her back. For the rest of that school year I didn't socialize with other students