Personal Narrative: Going To A Diverse Boarding School

In the past year, a lot has changed for me. I lost a grandfather to cancer, then a month later an uncle to a gruesome semi accident. My grandmother on the other side of the family barely remembers me due to alzheimer's, and my mom lost her job but is now working over 1300 miles away in Florida. If someone would have asked me at the start of my Junior year what I expected to happen, I wouldn’t have listed any of those. As anticipated, it was not easy dealing with a downfall of events like that, but the way I was raised helped me cope with it all. I started out at a small private school, where Religion was just as important as Math and English. How we were to act was drilled into us, and after I switched to public school, there was a noticeable

I attended fifth grade at Northside Elementary School, but was very excited to get over to Martha Brown Middle School!! I remember, even though I was excited to be in the sixth grade, I was nervous! I remember on the first day of middle school, I was lost trying to get to classes. I could not remember my locker combination and had to ask for help from the very tall Mr. O’Dell. I just felt that nervous because I could not remember what seat to sit in and the classes seemed like they were going to be difficult.

Dick Clark once said, “Music is the soundtrack of your life.” With this quote, I remember walking into Baldwin Road Middle School’s orchestra room as a 6th grader. I noticed as you walked in, there was a black piano. The back of the room showed a mirror that filled the entire wall. Then in my hands, was a beautiful broken, rusted violin. Opening its case, I never realized how such a small fragile wooden object could make an enormous sound. I wasn’t the only one in the room. I could see about 30 other kids, sitting in seats, taking in the aroma of our first orchestra class. “I will be with these kids for the next 7 years.” I thought to myself.

This plan took place in 8th grade year, I was a new student at Sunland elementary. It was around September when this event occurred. I learned to not try to impress others making bad decisions that could lead to big trouble.

It’s been about three months since we’ve moved to Phoenix after the situation with Billy Deel. Grandma Smith died but Mom didn’t tell us anything about it and we’re living in one of her old houses now. The house is huge with fourteen rooms, Brian and I counted them as soon as we got there. We even have a backyard with orange and palm trees! Our neighbors are mainly Mexican and Native American people living in houses turned into apartments.

It all started last year, when I was in the 8th grade and I finally decided to go to Clayton Valley. My entire family has always gone to private school; so, I would be the first to go to a charter high school. Since I was going to CV, I wanted to tryout for a sport so it would be easier to make friends. I was going to tryout for basketball since I have played it since 3rd grade, but I never had a true love for it. My siblings were always into sports, and I get that. But I was always into more of the showy-girly activities. I have always loved to dance, and when my friend Jessie told me there was going to be cheer tryouts I was excited, yet nervous. I can’t even tumble! Would I be good enough? Would the other girls laugh at me? Could I stay

This past summer I had the opportunity to serve alongside MTRCamp as a reading coach. It was the most incredible and life-changing experience of my life. I have always had a heart for the city and for urban communities, but I never experienced a place like Memphis. The culture of this city is vastly different than any other city I have been to. The people of Memphis has an immense and infectious amount of pride for their community. It was a pleasure seeing my students develop a genuine love for learning as they were challenged to dig deeper into the books they were reading in my classroom. I deeply loved my students as they brought me joy each day. Although, it was not always easy working in an inner-city school – the payoff this summer was

From the moment I walked through the doors, I knew Villa Maria was the high school for me. Prior to my visit, I did tons of research. The reason why I want to go Villa Maria is because I want to be a chemist, and who one day creates my own cruelty-free vegan cosmetic line. From personally talking with Ms. Mary Eichelman and touring the school, convinced me that Villa Maria would help me achieve my goal.

Growing up in a public school, my behavior did not matter to most of my teachers because almost every kid behaved the same way. For example, back in my intermediate days we used to crumple up paper and try to shoot it into the trash can, like it was a basketball. Students at Saint Louis do the same thing, the only difference is we would just leave it on the floor for the teacher to pick up.

Attending Blanton Elementary exposed me to quite a peculiar experience, especially while during the years where the old school was transitioning to the new school. Construction was ubiquitous, the recess area was limited, and the whole environment felt crowded. The whole class didn’t like it, including myself. However, after a few years of growing up, I realized that my exposure to the construction improved my ability to withstand distractions and obstacles. Because of this unusual experience, I was able to personally develop skills to easily disregard impediments at an early age, which ultimately helped me in producing effective studying habits. It’s why I appreciate Blanton for providing me with this enlightening experience. Additionally,

During my last two years here at Lynch Public School I have had a busy and interesting time. The one extracurricular activity that I was included in was the dance team. I was apart of the fall and spring dance team last year and this year I was apart of the fall team. During the week I work at a local restaurant in Bristow Nebraska. I start work at 6 and work till 9 and every Friday I start at 5 and work till 9:30. Community service activities consist of me helping my grandma at are local church. She is involved in the cleaning of the church and making sure all the linens are cleaned. Whenever there is a funeral held in town I help with the making of the sandwiches that are provided from the Catholic Church women. Every year the post prom parents

After a half an hour I arrived, glass windows shimmered in the sunlight with the building glowing as a whole. A wave of excitement congregated with every step that I took towards the enormous piece of architecture. Acknowledging that it was a privilege to be there, I had no intentions to take it for granted. Over 200 people in Virginia Beach Public schools applied. Myself being one of the twenty who was admitted in the Software Game Development program offered at the Advanced Technology Center (ATC). I felt a sense of accomplishment as I had overcome one of the immense obstacles I would face during my high school career.

I remember my journey through the halls of Franklin Avenue elementary school, it only took six years.

When I walked in there was a freshness in the air, mixed with the overwhelming anxiety

That first day of boarding school came and seemed to never leave. I thought I made a mistake by staying in Hawaii while my parents returned to Alaska. Deciding to stay at Hawaii Preparatory Academy for school seemed like an easy decision. This decision would pave the way for my increased confidence and sense of self, but only after a great deal of heartache.