Personal Narrative-Friday In High School

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.

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

Starting sophomore year, I began to take on an active role at our school's SkillsUSA IT club. Staying after school became a regular occurrence. I began to work in our club's computer repair shop: Wolverine Computer. We repair computers for the local community for a fee of $50. In addition, we collect hazardous electronic waste for recycling at no charge. The proceeds enable students at our high school to test for and obtain industry certifications. These certifications include the IT Fundamentals, A+, and Network+ certifications from CompTIA. For many students at the school, these certifications are crucial opportunities. Many students at La Vergne High school are from a background of poverty, many are immigrants or first generation students,

I have been a Spring isd student since 2008. The schools I have attended are, Northgate Crossing Elementary, Twin Creaks Middle School, and now Spring High School. Over the course of these eight years I have learned and observed a variety of ways students upset teachers, specifically English teachers. If you are looking for ways to upset your English teacher, you have come to the right place.

I was always told that things would change in highschool. You would meet new people, find new friends, and even discover a new class that amazes you. No one prepared me for what was going to happen Sophomore year though; no one saw it coming.

The summer of 2012 was the start of the downward spiral into my high school career. This ass hole guy decided to dump me and my dumb ass kept going after him when I know I shouldn’t have so I got hella drunk one night (as a 14 year old) and made this hilarious video with my bff that people hated apparently even though we looked hot. And so we got kicked out of cheer lol. Stupid mrs hatfield even had the vid on her phone like wtf lol. So yeah great start to high school.

A life lesson that I have learned over the course of my high school years, is you need to choose wisely which crowd of people to hang around. I’ve learned that not everyone is your friend, even if they tell you they are. There are people out there who will claim to be your friend, and will stab you in the back when you least expect it.

At twelve-years-old, starting Junior High was struggle for me. It wasn’t because anyone was bullying me or because my friends left me and I was surrounded with drama, it was actually personal inflictions. Junior High was stressful, the natural fear of not being accepted at me, a few months before my dear friend Ruby moved from Clovis to San Francisco. It was all just a lot, and in sixth grade I felt a little… betrayed by my long time guy friend. It hurt to know we’d never be friends again, no matter how hard I wanted to start over. That, and just being a normal teenage girl, I was often feeling misunderstood and under deep pressure from my family. It was a very depressing few years and there were even times when I became jealous and hateful and I

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.

It was shocking to me, but this happened to me while in high school. Actually, I was in summer school, and I just didn’t feel like going to class. Well, someone hadn’t prepared for his oral report and my parents would’ve made me go to school if I had stayed home, so I planned to spend the day going to school but hiding next door at an empty vacant school (the school was an older section of my school, which was be torn down). I brought food, water, and some books to read and hunkered down at some old park benches hidden away from the world.

When I was about 12 or anytime before then I didn’t really understand death. Like any little kid I just went through everyday thinking that no matter what tomorrow was guaranteed. I didn’t realize or even think that one day I would never be able to talk to, see, and enjoy somebody. However, one day changed all of this perspective. This day was October 22, 2012. I will never forget this day.

not be freshman. There was just way too many people there. My graduating class was fifty-four so it was and is still a culture shock going to a school this large. Convocation was interesting to say the least. I read Dr. Khayat’s book, but was not especially entertained. My initial thoughts upon hearing about convocation were not thrilling. I went anyway and forced my roommate into going also. Dr. Khayat did not catch my intention right away. I thought he was just some old man that was going to lecture me about behaving for the next hour. Out of nowhere he started the Hotty Toddy chant. That is when he got my attention. After all, if a man of his age and

My first positive experience with school work was when I wrote a short story essay for my high school English class. Later in life, I found that I loved to write almost as much as I loved to read.

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

Thought the year I have taken many class in middle school, high school, and college. All does class were hard, but I never complained about it instill now. Right now, I’m taking a python coding class, it’s a requirement for getting an associate degree in cyber security. This class is so far the worst class I have ever taken. The professor in this class gives too much homework, goes to fast, and don’t explain well.