Personal Narrative Essay: Two High School Musical Movies

The day was a bright one an exciting one, I was ready to take on the world, the world being this year of school and the year as whole. It was my sophomore year in Skyview high school and thus far it was going splendidly. My grades were great, my physical condition was better than it had been in years, and I was ready for wrestling to start.

In the movie Mean Girls (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yEQV2OJVBx4), there is a scene where the Plastics all go to visit Regina George’s house (Regina is the Queen Bee of the Plastics). In this scene we meet Regina’s mom who greets the girls like they are all friends, she then proceeds to tell the girls that there are no rules in the house. This is apparent when we then see how Regina speaks to her mother, and how she treats others throughout the duration of the movie.

“Men and women can't be friends, because sex always gets in the way”, is the main theme of the movie “When Harry met Sally”. The script is a good example of the interpersonal communication ten stage model by Mark Knapp. This developmental model entails the stages of a relationship from it’s infancy to an ending. In the movie we can clearly identify all ten stages of this model.

Ashley and I ran to the entrance of the game and out into the new-ish parking lot. We started walking as soon as we were out of the stadium. We walked through the cars in hope of finding Blaise’s, or Camie’s car. We thought they left without us so we started laughing. As soon as were about to give up hope, we saw Blaise driving our way. He stopped in front of us and we told him what Josie said.

At the age of four I was absolutely positive that in the future my career was to be the real world Kim Possible. Yet, the next year something in me clicked; my mind had been set on becoming a singer, and ever since that moment twelve years ago it has been my path. I had convinced myself that I would stand on a stage, and every time I opened my mouth the notes would just flow out; gliding gracefully through the air, dancing to the music among one another, descending upon the audience in powerful crescendos. However, as I aged, my confidence in this vision would begin to sway.

“Dude, it will be like a sleepover. Except without the sleeping bags. And the movies and popcorn.” Shawn beamed.

In Oklahoma, where there are bloody rumbles and serious crimes made here in this big city, but there is a tiny sixteen year old boy living in the middle of it all, and that was me, Johnny. The Greaser was like a second home for each other. They were rough, old fashion, and have been In rumbles where breaking your arm wasn’t a serious injury, but they help another out. I, in the other hand, was not like them. They say that heroes need a dark past in order to be stronger in the comics I read, but that didn’t happen to me. I was abused by my own parents and I got jumped by those rich Socs. They left scars and pain for me, I felt like I’ve gotten weaker after this, not stronger.

“Sure. I have play practice after school tomorrow. How about we meet at the Shake Barn after that?”

School Musical, Jr. It was finally time to show all of Oxford what came out of these very long, but special two months. Having been with the rest of the cast everyday for so long, I had grown a very strong relationship with each of the six principal actors. All of us had become so close. We had a bond like no other and you could see it when we performed together. This made our performance all the better. The six of us were more than honored to play the roles we had— especially me, playing the lead female role of Gabriella Montez.

“Yeah, it reminds me of one of those horror island books I used to read when I was a kid.” Peyton replied. They both shook their heads and continued to get ready to catch the waves.

It was october first and Andy was called at the police station for murder. He got into the police van and drove to riverdale high school. He and his team arrived at 11:40 ten minutes after they got the call. He talked to Mr.Hansen -the principal- then took some students in for questioning.

“What?” I said out loud. I can’t believe this. Mrs.Dweeb gave me, ME, her best student a 64 on my test! I bet it’s because I turned in my homework late last week, and I was sick then. 5th period science is the worst at Riworth Middle School. “What’s that,” I wonder, “ Please come take this during advisor. Why me?” What if test are the hard in high school. “Wait,” I called to Mrs.Dweeb, “ What is,”

Four years ago I met a girl! That is what a teenage guy is supposed to do, right? Kelly (not her real name) and I have been friends for several years now, and I am proud of the relationship we have built. However, when I first met her, she was not in high school. Her mother had taken her out of high school for a year, because she was being severely bullied by other girls at school. When Kelly first shared her bullying experience with me I felt her pain deeply. I told her that I had been bullied too, when I was ten-years-old. Though Kelly never divulged to me the actual details of her experience, I was nonetheless willing to try and help her by sharing what I went through. I relived for her, my days in fifth grade, as I waited in line for recess. Two of my classmates made it their daily ritual to pull my hoodie off as proof that they could do whatever they wanted to me. Their intimidation tactics were regularly followed up with promises of things they might do to me once we reached the playground. Unobservable by teachers and staff at that point, I believed them.

Surprisingly, I am one of the few teenagers who has not seen the movie Mean Girls. Some may consider it a classic humorous movie. To me, it’s was just another funny chick flick.

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this