Personal Narrative Essay : The Best Friend In High School

My involvement with Best Buddies and UT SEEK (Student Engineers Educating Kids) has strengthened my appreciation for people of different backgrounds and conditions.

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.

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

Life is like a road you know where it’s, other times you don’t.This reminds me of my summer going into freshman year. For the last weeks of middle school there has been a lot of talk about high school and even ed tech. I concluded the year with good grades little did I know I had an active couple months ahead. starting high school wasn’t the only new transition to make.

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.

As I walked from the middle school to the high school for the very first time, I knew that high school was going to be an adventure to remember. I wish I could go back to that day, and tell myself that I was going to be ok. I wish I knew that I wasn't going to die from what I thought would be a “Boat Loads Of Homework” Now as I think back of what I was like the first day of school, not many things pop into my head that have changed. Other than physical things, I think that the main thing that has changed is that I am much more confident than I was as a weird little middle schooler. I am no longer afraid to walk up to people and talk with them, and interact between the class.

It is amazing how many things we take for granted. We make plans for the day, and don't think twice about how those plans can be taken away in the blink of an eye. I never thought much about it myself, until I was faced with the shock, and undeniable truth of my cousin's death. I don't think anyone really thinks about tragedy until they are actually faced with shocking news.

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.

I am Aislinn, a practically ordinary high school student trying my best to make it to my future goals. My life has been a series of obstacles that I have overcome to get to where I am today. I am a strong independent human being with the passion and skills to succeed.

Shortly after, he responded saying he was not on campus but could call any time. However, similar with my mother, it was already too late. I had overthought the whole situation and chose it was best to push it down. I told him that I just got his email about our required checkup next week, and that I would talk to him then. Unsurprisingly, the meeting was solely school focused, and I told him the situation had been resolved. Preceded by months of pain, two cries for help in the span of two days that were both rejected, I was left in a very confused emotional state. As much as I hate to admit it, the night following these events was filled with tears.

My best friend is always there when I need her the most, has my back when times get rough, and I can always tell her my deepest darkest secrets. My best friend's name is Tea Elaine Valentine. We have been best friends for nine years and counting. We met in the third grade. I was introduced to Tea by another friend of mine. She thought I was weird at first, but as she got to know me we have been best friends ever since. Tea and I are two different people. Tea is more of the outspoken, no filter, and whatever comes to mind is said. I’m more of the quiet and laid back. I have learned many things from Tea like learning how to speak up for myself, never to let anyone walk all over me, and it is okay to say how you feel. Are friendships have stayed strong this many years because of our loyalty, listening ear, and always being there for each other.

Death is an inevitable thing. It lingers over our head like a dark cloud and likes to follow us around everywhere we go. It’s something that is forgotten about and wished away. It’s something that can come trucking through your life and take you with it on the way out, or it’s something that can come peacefully during the night to whisk you away. It’s something that can take someone years to get over, or for some it could take weeks. It’s something that either bring people together, or tears them apart. Most people like to push the thought of it into the furthest part of their brain in hopes to forget it. I am one of those people. On November 12, 2014 my best friend took his own life. We weren’t even fourteen years old yet.

Have you ever lost a really good friend or a best friend? Ever want to speak up, but you didn’t ?

When you were still in the kindergarten, friends were the people who romped about with you, played mischievous tricks upon everyone. When you were getting bigger, perhaps at primary school, friends were the people who helped you in your homework, who sung with you at the school choir. Had you forgotten them? Had you betrayed them? Are you a good friend to your friends? A true friend would always tell you the truth, be you best partner when you need him, most of all, support you.