Personal Narrative Essay : My High School Graduation Day

The weather cleared up and me, along with my entire class and teachers, got to enjoy a beautiful ceremony. Lining up we started to proceed out to the football stadium from the gymnasium, my mind would not stop thinking. I just could not stop remembering what it took for me to get to this day. The stress that I endured studying for the SAT, filling out my applications and most importantly, perfecting my essay. The idea that I was not going to be living in this beautiful town I have spent my life in, brought a flood of emotions. Thoughts of my friends not being by my side next year made me feel as if I was sinking into a deep hole; this place, this town has had so much to offer to me. The past two years that I had spent in this place were the most emotional and exciting times of my life. I knew even though I was not going to be waking up in my familiar place anymore, I would be waking up in what was to become my new familiar place. I knew that even though my friends would not physically be there with me every day, that they would be there when I called them. If it were not for all of the people I have met along the way, I do not think I would have ended up where I am today. It just is a common thought for whenever I get sad about everything ending, I remind myself that there is a new beginning coming and it is going to be amazing. The place that I have spent my whole life

2017 has been a year to remember. I did many things that can only be imagined in one year. Graduating high school, traveling the world, starting college, and having people enter and leave my life so fluently.

On the evening of June 5, 2015, it was the day of my graduation at Our Lady of Refuge Catholic School. I was somewhat nervous, but yet confident and proud of myself that I made it this far in my academic career, and to graduate was a bittersweet moment in my life. The sweet part was that I graduated and I was about to start a new chapter in my life which was high school! However, I didn't want to leave the school because everybody at that school was like a part of my family. When that day finally came, I was ready to enter in the Church with my class to begin the ceremony.

It seemed like a normal day at the time, the sun was shining, the waves crashed on the shore, steady and reassuring. I did a lot of thinking that day. I thought of my future, of what I wanted to accomplish in life.Only now I realize that it wasn’t a normal day at all. It was the day I decided to graduate early.

This was the beginning of the next part of my life. I began to question how I would make new friends after being around the same people for a majority of my life. At the time, I felt ill-prepared for this new chapter in my life, but I was confident in my ability to succeed. Days before I ventured into college, I looked at the photo I took of my diploma, and reminisced about the memories throughout my high school

The night of graduation we all lined up the same way we did at practice, ABC order, as I walked out I felt so rewarded that I was able to make it to my high school graduation. We all sat in a huge gym surrounded by our loves ones, Black and gold caps and gowns filled the room. I waited anxiously for my name to be called; with my last name starting with a W I was pretty much at the end. I walked up and across the stage, shook their hand as I received my diploma and smiled for a picture. As I walked back to my seat I feel my eyes start to water because I felt so proud of myself that I made it to this point after years of hard work. I look around once I’m seated and see how happy everyone is. Next year everyone will be going their separate ways, starting college and making new friends. The ceremony ends with a bunch of smiles, some tears and caps being thrown up in the air while everyone is clapping for

It is such a bittersweet feeling. I have to deal with a new town, new people, and the hardest one, dealing with missing my family. On the contrast, it is a new chapter of my life, and the key to success. I get to my dornn in residence 4, and start unpacking my bags. I'm excited to meet my roomamte in person. We had already talked before, but it's not the same as actually meeting her. We had so many things to agree on, and I was looking forward to that. However, since I got there first, I took the best bed, That wasn’t up for discussion The hardest part of that day was saying good-bye to my family. My heart was throbbing very fast. I never thought this day would ever come. We've always been very united, and I'm the first one in my family to leave off to college. Neither them not I were prepared for this

As I walked across the graduation stage to receive my high school diploma, I did not have the slightest indication of what I wanted to do with my life. While all my friends had finalized their plans for college and were ready to start new chapters in their lives, I had not even made a definite decision on what school to attend. Classmates of mine were getting ready to move halfway across the country to pursue their dreams, yet I did not even know what to major in. To say I was confused during this time in my life would have been an absolute understatement. A few days after I graduated, I decided to enroll at my local community college to explore my options and figure out my future.

Usually in highschool it's your friends that make it worthwhile those are the people that you remember and the people that make it even more bearable but for me it's the opposite.

Hey Mohawks! This week I'm taking a break from video blogs and just write what has been happening lately. I just started my last quarter of high school. I'm feeling mixed emotions about it. I am happy to graduate and be able to go off to college. On the other end of it I will miss it a little. These past four years have been the best four years of my life so far. I wouldn't trade the Friday night football games all the way to the nights I stayed up late cramming in formulas on how to calculate the velocity of an airplane. This upcoming week is Spring break. Then following that is state testing, which means I get to sleep in a few days a week for the next month. I'm excited for these last few weeks of high school. I plan on keeping you informed.

Two years ago, my dad was diagnosed with a terminal illness and since then my whole life has been in a constant state of high stress. At any given moment, there is something that I am worried about. His diagnosis occurred at the time that I was starting the college application process. The last two years of high school for me were some of the most stressful years of my life thus far. Getting through high school and into a highly-esteemed university like UC Davis says to me that I am fully capable of dealing with high stress situations. I have learned to take everything life has thrown at me one at a time. Trying to handle too much all in one moment is not easily accomplished. Rather, breaking down everything into individual problems

As I enter my second semester of my senior year, I reminisce at how much I have developed physically and also academically throughout my high school career. My freshmen year was tough, to say the least. I was furthermore focused on my popularity than my grades. My sophomore year, I understood that popularity was not as important as my grades. I tried harder to get my grades up and participate in clubs that would better my future. Junior year, I almost had straight A’s the whole year. I pushed myself to focus on school and cut the distractions out. The grades I received my junior year determined what I was able to do my senior year. My successful grades meant I was able to early enroll my senior year at Eastern Florida State College. This will

My ninth grade year was my most action filled year of my high school time. I came in the first day seeing these massive giants with full grown beards, then there was me fourteen years old and skinny. I walked into my first period, it was team sports and I saw these gigantic men and I thought to myself, I’m going to play team sports against these guys. I was going to have a broken bone or be dead by the end of the first sport. So we all got dressed and then we walked to the gym where we found Mrs. Watson. I remember her being so enthusiastic about sports and how we would play them. Since most of the time she favored the seniors we always had to play Dodgeball. By the end of the year I hated the sport so much I wanted to drop out of the class and never take it again, it seemed all we ever did was play Dodgeball because the seniors liked it so much. Academic wise my freshman year was terrible, I went from having a 3.9 GPA in middle school to a 2.8 GPA. I

Graduation day arrived and I had butterflies out of this world. It seemed as if I misplaced everything. I could not find my dress. My family came from one state to another. I finally got to the church were the commencement was going to be held. I

Butterflies in my stomach knowing a new chapter in my life would begin in a blink of an eye. Entering high school may not be easy as people make it seem. I did not want to let my mom down being that I knew high school would be tough like doing fifteen pushups in gym class. First day came, and I went to highschool on my first day with a friend, shaking and freezing on my way to the school. As our vehicle approached the school and my friend and I needed to get down. Once my foot stepped on high school ground my stomach sunk to the bottom of the ocean. We entered the building and we saw many new faces, stuttering asking my friend, “Where do we go in this gigantic