Personal Narrative Essay On High School

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my

Going through high school the days were all the same, except for game days. There was just something different about the culture of the school. You could almost feel the excitement in the air. Every “Good luck tonight,” that was received made it feel like the whole school was rooting for me. This was my senior year and tonight was an especially big game. The game that night would decide if we made playoffs and if I could step on the court as a Hawk again.

High School has definitely given me many potentials. Transferring from Leuzinger High School to Moreno Valley High School has made me noticed that I’ve learned a lot such as: how to problem solve, how to not give up on myself, and how to accomplish difficult tasks. For example, when I attended Leuzinger High School, I wasn’t open-minded. This is because I didn’t take any useful opportunity for granted such as tutoring or extra credit. Then, when I moved to Moreno Valley High School, I finally took a chance to take any opportunity into consideration because more people influenced me, which made me believe in myself. The first opportunity I took for myself was going to tutoring for honors pre calculus. Because I played sports, I had to balance

Growing up I learned about financial trouble by my parents telling me that Santa’s workshop is under construction, so he’s limited on supplies. I got told that at a young age and at the time I didn’t understand. Once I got older and started following financial situations and saving money, I realized what they meant. Looking back at it now, it isn’t a big deal because I understand what happened. At the time I was upset because I knew I wasn’t going to get everything on my list.

Before we danced you'd fold your fingers into a gun, point it at my face, and say "blam." Embarrassment seeped like split garbage bag juice when the school forced nine year-olds to pair up and dance. Your sweaty hands, slippery guns would clutch my cold ones while we tapped across the gym floor. Every morning you'd point your nervous gun at my grim fish face, smiling. We found ourselves in the same gym

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.

As soon as we arrived to the gigantic mansion we saw an open window on the top floor. I was with my brother Willie and my other two homies Davis and Donny. We had the whole thing planned out to take the cars, we had been following the same plan sense we we teenagers, growing up in California we knew each other's weaknesses.

My family and I had lived in Oregon for my entire life. We had moved a couple times, but nothing enormous. I was getting to the age where I would have to go to high school soon but my mother did not want me to board, because she did not like it when my brother boarded. So she started looking around for a nice high school with a job opening in the area for her as well as my father, all of this going on without my knowledge of course. One day when I was on my mother's computer I “accidently” found out where my mother was considering we would move to. That was the day I found out we would be moving across the country to Virginia.

Since the time I was in second grade solving multiplication times tables, I have always loved to challenge myself. Entering high school, I was worried about high school; however, I was excited about all of the challenges available to me. My freshman year, I took every Pre-AP class available. That year, I learned that high school was not this terrible beast that would destroy my A honor roll that I worked hard to achieve previous years; high school was just a different environment than middle school and I adapted to it well. The most memorable moment that year was when I found out my class rank was number ten for the first semester. I was ecstatic that I ran around the house telling my family. After the shock passed, I was ready for a new challenge:

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.

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.

It’s the end, high school is finally over. It’s finally graduation day, and a wave of emotion hit, and I’ve never been hit with a wave quite this hard, not even at the beach. I’m not the type to get sad, but as I walk around in my long draping gown, my cap the doesn’t quite fit because of my abnormally large head, and my state championship ring I can’t help but be overwhelmed with emotion. Being the guy that I am I ignore it as always and I continue going around to teachers and give them hugs, thanking them for the help they’ve given me. Watching everyone take pictures, crying, talking about their futures, and how “they’ll have to meet up sometime” as if they’re moving to another country when they are just really moving to the next town over. I swore the day before, the week before, even months before I would be sad, and wouldn’t know what to do with myself when today actually comes, but I can’t seem to find the emotions. All of them are on the inside and won’t come out. On the inside I feel sad, and upset and I want to just hug everyone and cry, but I can’t. I don’t have time to think about crying, because of all the chaos going on around me. We only got one practice in ahead of time, just about nobody actually listened to what we are supposed to be doing, so everyone’s doing their own thing. I walk through the halls and realize this is my final last. I’ve had my last soccer game, I’ve attended my last football game and cheered them onto another loss, and now in

The summer before classes commenced my senior year was where it all began. This was my last summer of junior golf where college coaches would be able to watch me play, and recruit me. During my junior year I worked hard on my golf game, and became more consistent. One of the facets of consistently striking the golf ball was I successfully changed my ball flight. Before I was hitting a right to left draw shot, but after I was hitting a left to right fade shot. This change enables me to hit the ball more consistently. The downside of this change was the loss of distance, but my coach insisted that consistency was more important.

It was 2016, and I was finally a senior in high school. Being a senior in high school was something that I had dreamed of since my early middle school days, and at last, I was there. It was the last year in one of my least favorite environments, and I couldn’t wait to graduate and move away from the only place I had ever known. I had lived in the same town for seventeen years, and I had gone to the same school with the same people for thirteen years. I was looking forward to something new in my life. I was most excited for my senior year because it was the year that I was going to choose where I wanted to move away to and what school I wanted to spend the next four years of my life at. As the year moved along, I slowly realized that I wasn’t moving away and that I’d be staying home to attend college, which was one of the most difficult decisions that I ever had to make.