Personal Narrative Essay : My Sweet Sixteen Birthday Party

A time that I changed my mind about something was when I was deciding what car to get when I turned sixteen. I always had my mind set on a small car. For as long as I can remember my parents have always told me that if I keep my grades up, focus on school and do not get in any trouble then when I turn sixteen I can pick the car I want within the budget they give me. This was an exciting time for me all of my hard work had paid off and it was now time to pick the car I wanted. At first I thought I wanted a small car (elantra, focus) because it would be good on gas mileage, easy to drive and park. My family took me to test drive an elantra and I really liked it. The one drawback was that I did not feel very safe in such a small car. So I started to think maybe I should look at something bigger. My parents have only big cars, my mom and SUV and my dad a truck, so I was use to driving larger vehicles.

School was exactly how I had imagined it to be while I was in grade school. I had the privilege of having recess, early lunch hours, and most importantly, naptime! The day I started sixth grade, my whole world seem as if it flipped upside down. I was no longer at the top of the “food chain”, school was way more stressful, and I had, in fact, found new talents within myself.

Middle school was the worst three years of my life. From getting bullied to getting suspended each year of middle school, I learned that it’s not that pleasing and not that great. I honestly would say that I strongly dislike it and would never go back and do it over again because it was boring as can be, too much bullying, and getting suspended. I have learned my lessons and thought about what I've done.

Ah, Junior High. Those awkward years between sixth and ninth grade when I had no earthly idea what to do with myself. I remember them well. I had to get used to being in a school that wasn’t an elementary school, the way older kids were acting, and how things were in my new school.

Once cheer try outs for my senior year rolled around it was hitting me that I was a senior. We had cheer camp and I realized that was my last ever cheer camp for cheer in high school. Once school was starting and we had to get prepared for football season it really hit me that I was a senior, I wasn’t quite sure how to really take it. I didn’t think me becoming a senior would come so quickly and so fast. I can remember homecoming week like it was just a couple weeks ago, now that went by super fast and I didn’t really realize it till about a month ago. To me time fly’s by when you’re having fun, senior year is probably been the best year yet. I’ve had more memories my senior year than probably any other year. When basketball season came around

Senior year is finally over. Everyone keeps asking what I am going to do with my life now. I just shrug my shoulders.

“Me too, oh my gosh I have been waiting for like 8 months ever since the trailer came out,” replies Lauren.

Junior year has been my most challenging year because it was a time where I balanced academics, work, and extracurricular activities. My typical days consisted of high school classes, cheer practice, diving practice, and college courses in the evening or working. My goals were to be in the top ten of my graduating class, earn a letter achievement in diving and cheer, and to save enough money to purchase a car for college. It was a time of adjustment to handle all these activities and complete the tasks excellently. I pushed myself by keeping my goals in mind every day. In the end I know that hard work will pay off. I changed how I used my time and used it more efficiently. I completed homework at school so that I could put my undivided attention

The first day of her senior year seemed like a pretty normal day, walking through the long never-ending hallways that had a sort of Harry Potter look to them. The elongated hallways were shaped like archways with arched windows going all the way down the halls.

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.

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.

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

“The summer after your Junior year was the best part of highschool. The summer where you feel your transfer into adulthood being unleashed to new experiences and choices.”(Tyler Jordan on High school experience at the end of his senior year ending to my junior year.) This was my goal at the end of my Junior year to have the best summer ever because of my past record of boring summers that this one was going to be thee one.

It is April 4th. It is my 21 birthday.21 years ago I was born and got named Thea. My mom Emily, dad James, sister Maddison, and brother Liam are coming over to celebrate my birthday. There are a few things I must do before they come.

"Happy Birthday", my mom screamed out and scared me the morning of June 9. But it was surprising and nice of her since she wished me before anyone else. It was my eighteen birthday and it was my day. While looking out the big windows in my room, I thought to myself, I will do what satisfies me today, but wasn't quite sure what? I didn’t receive any calls from my friends, or other relatives. Nobody was home either besides my mom with whom I can’t make plans because she got her own work to do. It depressed me because it seemed like this was going to be one boring eighteen birthday.