Personal Narrative: Growing Up In High School

Coming into high school was amazing because it was nice to experience, a whole new school setting. But in reality my first year was the worst year. I lost my grandfather along with three uncles, and it shook my whole year. The fact that i am still in school is outstanding, when i look upon it. The most difficult obstacle for me was getting back on track after what i went through my freshman year high school.

High School has definitely given me many potentials. Transferring from Leuzinger High School to Moreno Valley High School has made me noticed that I’ve learned a lot such as: how to problem solve, how to not give up on myself, and how to accomplish difficult tasks. For example, when I attended Leuzinger High School, I wasn’t open-minded. This is because I didn’t take any useful opportunity for granted such as tutoring or extra credit. Then, when I moved to Moreno Valley High School, I finally took a chance to take any opportunity into consideration because more people influenced me, which made me believe in myself. The first opportunity I took for myself was going to tutoring for honors pre calculus. Because I played sports, I had to balance

As a fourteen-year-old boy standing 6’2”, I was not used to feeling so small, but when I arrived for my first official day at campus, all that I could think of was how lesser I was to everyone else because of my socioeconomic status. I let something as minute as money control how I thought of myself, something that I knew then and know now, should never happen. In September, I was enraged that I could not stop the fact that I was a financial aid student disturb me. I started to mute the self-disparaging thoughts in my head, and that helped for awhile. However, I knew that I had to immerse myself in the culture Lawrenceville had to offer to appreciate who I am. In other words, I had to face my fear of being

Going into High School I didn’t know what to expect, I was nervous but I knew what classes I wanted to take and get over with. World Geography was an option and I was discussing it with my sister, she did let me know that there would be mostly all sophomores in that class because it was a sophomore class. That did get me a bit nervous because I only work well with a certain amount of people. The first day of school I was a little calm because when I walked in, I already knew most of the people in my class. Somethings that I will take from World Geography is how I somehow managed to improve on my time management skills, with the help of Mr. Brubaker and DJ, I got to see what I needed to improve in my writing and I took what I learned in this

I lived in Sterling, Illinois, in a decent sized house outside city limits. I never actually attended middle school, as I was home-schooled for sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. During home-school, I got to spend all of my day dealing with my siblings (which is worse than it sounds). If it wasn't my siblings, it was my dad, who I don't really talk to as is. Nothing is the matter between us, I just don't talk much. Most of my time not in school or dealing with my family was spent in video games or exploring a nearby forest. There wasn't much between those two, as I only had two friends I talked to. I worried for the longest time that I would go my middle school AND high school years with only those two friends. I wasn't one that could be described

Going into high school it was scary because of the new school. I went to East Moriches and we had a choice between Eastport, Center Moriches, and Westhampton Beach. Westhampton was the right choice for me because the school size was perfect, friends went there and my mom graduated at Westhampton too. The first week was hard to get use because of new classes and different teachers. After the first couple of weeks it was basketball season and my brother and I went to tryouts. After the three days of tryouts there were no cuts and everyone who tried out was on the team. Practice was long and had a lot of conditioning but it was fun and worth it. Home games were memorable playing on the court with our team. Varsity games were more exciting, as

As soon as we arrived to the gigantic mansion we saw an open window on the top floor. I was with my brother Willie and my other two homies Davis and Donny. We had the whole thing planned out to take the cars, we had been following the same plan sense we we teenagers, growing up in California we knew each other's weaknesses.

Growing up we never had a stable household, so basically I went from school to school. I went to 4 elementary schools, the most stable being three years. About my second year of school we went from being somewhat below average to quite below average income wise and lost our house. We basically stayed in a hotel for most of that year. We then moved to a labor camp in Tampa for the finishing of my third grade year. Finally in 4th grade we had some stability where I went to Davenport Elementary for the final three years of grade school. I was very shy for the most part and had few friends in school probably from the contribution of being the only white guy on the black bus outside of the mentally challenged kid who had a grand total of zero

The switch from middle school to high school is very difficult for many people. Once it is about one month before the school year begins, most have unfeigned emotions of nervousness and exhilaration because they have no idea what to expect. I am familiar with these emotions because at that time, I could rarely find complete repose and stop thinking about it. What many ponder, before they embark on the long journey through high school, is whether they will make new friends or not. Friends will be made, but diffident people, from my experiences, have had the hardest time because they are more reserved and quiet. Ones who have indomitable courage are not as afraid to approach others, introduce themselves, and find things in common. Additionally, many worry about the difficulty of their classes and what each teacher will be like. Most students hope hope their teachers will be altruistic and be the type of person to always offer help and advice. However, other students enjoy being challenged by having to handle all situations on their own.

While dressing unfashionably, looking both uneasy and clueless, in a class with no more than twenty students, millions of questions suddenly appear in my chaotic head. Questions such as “what will happen to me?,” and “how can I understand this?” built up the doubt in me. However, who would have guessed that six years later, I would become a girl who has adopted a different vibe with more confidence and enthusiasm, which I thought would never be possible, six years ago.

hen I first walked through Old Colony’s doors when I was a freshman I didn't know if my friends from my middle school were going to be there. Luckily a majority of my friends were accepted too but even if they weren't I was ready to make new ones. Freshmen year for me wasn't really nerve racking but I still had nerves because I was use to the middle school environment where I knew everyone but this was a totally different experience. The teachers that I was assigned to really helped with the middle school to high school transition and I am really thankful for that. Probably the best part of my freshman year was the exploratory program that I went through. There were a lot of shops that really caught my eye but the one that really stuck with

Entering high school, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, but I sure wasn’t mentally prepared for what hit me as soon as the semester started. Specifically, math. I’ve always really loved math, probably because I’ve always been able to get it without much extra work or stress. Man, was that about to change.

I can’t remember how I twisted myself in the air to come crashing down with my arms outstretched, but I did it. Maybe I was torquing after losing my grip on the basketball hoop, but I remember most of the fall, staring down at the concrete, seeing my hands automatically extend. I had a sense of the powerfulness of that landing, a landing that would finally defeat a part of my body and successfully break it. I have had close calls before. Everyone has. But I knew, while in the air, feeling that slow-down, that this was it.

Growing up in a poor neighborhood without any guidance for school was tough for me. I really didn’t care for school and sometimes even skipped school to stay home. I was a troubled kid heading down the wrong path. I could have cared less if I graduated school or not. When I was in fifth grade I didn’t really try in school but I loved astronomy, chemistry, and physics but I never did my school work/homework. Growing up my mother was pregnant with my little brother named Jayden but had complications with her pregnancy making him premature by a month due to the womb losing amniotic fluid. He currently has seizures, learning disabilities, asthma, and has trouble pronouncing words. My little brother works hard everyday to overcome these troubles

Growing up I was bullied a lot, for my weight, my name, my hair, anything the bullies could think of. The worst of these years was when I was in 5th grade; A girl in my class derided that she liked my one and only friend but didn't like me. My friend had stuck with me though all the bulling in elementary, however when the new girl came along she convinced my friend I was only holding her back. For the rest of that school year I didn't socialize with other students