Personal Narrative Essay : The Last Day Of School

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

The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

I honestly wouldn’t change anything about my lifestyle or how my years of high school have gone because I am truly happy with the person I have become. I might change my freshman year only because I didn’t really pay attention like I should have. I slacked a lot my freshman year and I now realize after the rest of my years at school, it really has been a struggle trying to get everything caught up. But now during my senior year I feel like I’m doing just fine and I am making it to the end okay. I have learned a lot throughout theses last 4 years of high school, I learned that high school goes by super fast and you really don’t get chances to redo any of the years. High School is a big deal and I learned to take it seriously my sophomore

With the end of middle school in sight, I have done lots and lots of thinking. I have been thinking about how I got her . I don’t think I would be here today without my grandma. Now, that might seem funny, but it’s true. She was there for me. Whether it was when we were together, or calling me to make sure I was okay after I had a hard day. Unlike some of the people around me she saw me as a kid who just made a mistake when I got suspended. While others saw me as a kid who was only going to fail. She made me feel better about myself during the times that I really didn’t. My middle school teachers also helped me through middle school Mr. Genco taught me that school was a fun place to be at. He taught me that it wasn’t stupid rather an enjoyable

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.

The end of eighth grade was coming faster than any year before. It was about to be summer and most of the eighth graders were eager to be a freshman in high school next year. I was not so excited about this. School used to be hard for me, waking up, discussing with new people, being in classes that I struggled with eight hours each day. Speaking in front class petrified me to the point that I did not want to ask for help. There never used to be a time that I felt confident volunteering, raising my hand, or presenting in front of a class. I soundlessly coped with anxiety through eighth grade, causing me to be unsuccessful in a few classes, and wanting to not go to school most days. High school is incomparable to middle school, I knew this change

It was toward the end of seventh grade when it happened. I never would have guessed what was coming my way. I find that the longer we are in friendships or relationships with people, the harder it is to let go. Throughout the year, everything was going so well. How did it go downhill so fast? How could I let this happen? The thing that started it all was so little; so stupid. The more we argued over that one small thing, the more we pulled away. I was feeling so confident and so good about it, and it was just completely shattered. Everything that we worked so hard to build was just torn down and in

One early, April morning, people came for me in the dead of night to take me to school. The tinkling sounds of their key inside the lock to the door of my bedroom woke me from a sound sleep. They fumbled with it, betraying their unfamiliarity with the lock, while I rolled over in my bed and half dreamt of reminding my mom that the handle had to be held slightly upwards. When the door opened full there was a pause as light and cool air entered my room, and I propped myself up on my elbows to see why I was hearing such heavy breathing. A tall, middle-aged man approached the foot of my bed, while a short and unfamiliar woman lingered below the doorframe.

Every student and teacher dream of having a week off of school. But many times we aren't exactly sure what to do when that time arrives. It seems like almost every year I’m stuck at my house because most of my friends are away for vacation while i'm still pondering through Netflix trying to find a show to watch, and I’ve made no effort to try and hang out with the people still at home. However, this year is my senior year, my last spring break of high school. I need to make it the best one I can. So that brings up the question, what should I do over Spring break?

When I moved to Cape Girardeau from California to attend SEMO, I knew that I would need a job and that it had to be something simple and part-time. Only a week after moving here, my step-cousin Melissa, the director of the after school program at the St. Mary’s Cathedral, mentioned to me over a family dinner that there was a position open. She then continued by asking me, “Would you be interested? You would work with kids and it’s only from three to six on the weekdays.”

Ever since I was a little boy sports, arts and crafts, and fixing cars have always been my talents. My family has always should me new things and my main lesson was to always be polite, generous, and work hard. When I was in elementary school I use to play every sport but it never compared to when I played basketball. Once I reached fifth grade I was only playing basketball and bowling. After elementary I started taking school and basketball to a whole new level. Basketball and school were life to me and everyday it was school, basketball, and homework everyday for all three years of middle school. My last year of middle school was the best. All my friends made the team so it was like playing basketball with your friends at lunch. So basketball

How can this happen? Is this all a dream? What this happened in a classroom. I couldn’t get my head around it. The days drug on and on, because of my neck injuries and unstable conditions, I had to stay in the hospital for 12 weeks. 4 of those were in ICU. I did nothing but sit in there and think about Alex. Why me? Why did I ever have to meet this guy? Finally, I was going home. As I was wheeled out getting into the car everything stopped. Alex. Alex standing by the exit. Alex with a look on his face that sent chills down my body. I ignored it and thought I was just seeing things and was just still scared. The nurses happily said their goodbyes and we drove home. The car ride felt like 59 years, but little did I know what would happen when I get home. We pulled in and my mom and dad helped me to get in and told me to go right up in my room and go to bed and they would be there in a minute. I listened to them and up the stairs I went. I opened the door to a surprise. I screamed when I saw him. Alex. Alex standing right by my bed. I yelled for help and the last thing I hear was my parents rushing up the stairs. I never woke up that day. I hope Alex knows what he is in for, for the rest of his

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.

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.