Personal Narrative Essay : My Experience In My High School

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.

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 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.

Always my seat. And she was of course, staring at me. I noticed during class the little things she does. Push her hair back, grabs and twists her ears until they turn red, picks at her spotless fingernails and scabs on her hand until they bleed. Usually this is when she tells the teacher she has to clean up the mess she’s made. You’ll be lucky if you see her in that class after one of those, otherwise she disappears into the walls of the school, her body receding, swallowed by the colours in the area. This happened day after day, one day after another. The crowd of people would disappear when I would look at her. The other kids I mean. Her eyes the Gatorade ones. They would just stare at me. Look at me and stare right at my face. The look she gave me was usually vacant. Occasionally she would let her emotions spill out like paint spilling on a fresh clean paper. I would see the glass inside of her, the real girl, the shattered one the one who didn’t live to shop, hang out with her friends, squeal over guys. The one who truly believed she was broken, she wasn’t safe and no one could help her anymore. But just as quickly as it came it would disappear like the a fault or glitch in the system. She would go back to the standard usual glacial look and quickly avert her gaze. I would just sigh. We never actually interacted, until the day she came up to

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.

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

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.

After freshman year, I put the past behind me. Being the positive and optimistic student athlete that I was, little did I know that soccer was not in my future for my sophomore year of high school. I've always adored playing sports, but to be able to represent my school would be outstanding. Getting cut from the middle school soccer team multiple seasons really made an impact in my life. Countless hours of training finally led to the one moment I have always waited for. The coach handed me the small, terrifying paper which for once, was not so terrifying. Markings within the paper signaled that I had made the freshman soccer team, sparking new hope in my future with the sport. Having the most ideal soccer season that I have ever had led me to try out the following season as a sophomore.

Students spend four years of their lives in high school. Four years to achieve as much as possible, four years to get good grades, four years to work your hardest for a college to say yes, four years to make a good impression. Some students, however, prioritize their time differently. they don’t understand or might forget over the years the value of those four years. choose to party and hang out with friends every night. Despite all the temptations, and with the help of my mother, I kept my eyes on the goal and used the time to my advantage.

This school year stated off a little shaky for me. On the first day, I went to the wrong classroom- twice. That was very discouraging. When I was lost and confused I realized that there were many people around who were able to help me. I knew that I had to put myself out there and ask for help when I needed it. Having a different schedule every day was different for me. It took a week or two to really get it down and understand how to get to my classes. Also, having all of this free time is really liberating. Some people think it is dangerous to have so much time on their hands. I, however, really enjoy it. It is very nice to have time to get all of my schoolwork done and still have time to socialize and meet new people. I feel like I’m finally starting to get a grasp on the college lifestyle.

Looking back on your high school experience, do you regret anything at all? I mean, take a second to examine your transcript. A specific quote to overall describe my experience in high school would be “If you want something you’ve never had, you must be willing to do something you’ve never had done before.” by Thomas Jefferson. I believe the quote fits my situation best because I was a student that’d never study or have good grades, a student that wanted everything their grade handed to them, not by earnings it. It was just difficult until a traumatic breakup. I had my Sophomore year in high school, I dedicated my time and effort to school, nevertheless I’m glad I made the correct decision.

Final straw for me was my own  personal hands on experience. I was a junior in high school, a sixteen year old girl. Into the hair and makeup just to go to school. It was the end of the week and I had planned out what I was going to wear to school on Friday. Funny now to look back at it, because who was I trying to impress. Well, Thursday night I had all my stuff set up and planed on getting up early to curl my hair. Told my sister I was getting up early and I would be quite so she could sleep in. By the time morning came, way to soon for me, I just wanted to sleep. Forget all about the hair I could just put it into a braid and get some sleep. Shutting of the alarm I rolled back over to sleep another half hour or so. Before I could get back to sleep I was shaken vigorously. Thinking my sister was trying to be helpful and get me up so I could do my hair, I said OK I am getting up already. Took the morning trip to the bathroom and still didn't plan on curling my hair. Back to bed for me. Returning to my room I stood in the doorway looking at my bed. Sitting on the bed in a red and white shirt with blue eye's was a boy I have never seen before. But, he wasn't really there was he. How could he be when I only just got up and no boy's wherein the house. It dawned on me that my sister is still asleep, so how could she have woke me. This must be who woke me by shaking me. I looked at him for what seemed like a long time but was merely seconds. I closed my eye's and said out loud,

A straw hat that covers the gleams of sun, sweet lips of pink with eyes of hazel. With smooth skin and curls for her short hair. An flats that were a brown like maroon. She was happy to gave me a touch from the freezing bottle, I got up from my knees from the cold print on my face. With an excited face and told her my with a cheeky face “Thanks.”