Personal Narrative: Growing Up To High School

Through my time growing up in Corona Queens as a kid I had come to realize something, I was beginning to get shorter as time progressed, the odd part was that I was the tallest in my class, standing at 5,10 in the 7th grade I was considered tall for a kid my age, in addition to only being 12 but regardless as I kept on coming home, I only felt as if I'm getting shorter. one day returning from the library and my reading session about the book Nature I was still in shock about what Henry David Thoreau has said about "sucking the marrow of life", and as I was attempting to think of how I can accomplish what he said, I fell and nearly broke my skull. it was then that I realized that what seemed like a footstep to walk into my home was a 10ft fall.

Transitioning from junior high to high school for a 14 year old is just short of “peeing your pants” worthy. It’s exciting yet terrifying all at the same time. You realize you will be attending school with so many new people and you have to entirely memorize a new maze of hallways and meet with new teachers, it can be overwhelming. Especially for me, I came from a class of 31 students at a private school, most of which I’ve gone to school with since Kindergarten. In my class of 31 students, there were 3 African Americans and 2 Mexicans, everyone else was Caucasian. Now I wouldn’t consider myself racist at all, more like “innocently unaware” of the vast majority of different ethnicities and races. My ignorance was not out of spite, but from my lack of experience, and to have such a lack of cultural diversity up until you are a

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

Angel Green is a seventeen-year-old girl. Seventeen year olds are usually preoccupied with exams, boyfriends, and how to live through high school. Not Angel. When everyone thinks, Sandy Anderson has taken her own life, it is up to Angel to solve her friend's murder. Her only clues? The dreams she experiences about Sandy's death.

When I was little, I was always a very curious girl. I was always that girl that was playing doctor and pretending to healing people. By me doing that, it started my interest in becoming a doctor. When I was in middle school I joined a medical program called JUMP. Even though I was only a teacher’s assistance, I learned a lot by grading the student’s work and overview what they were doing. At first I wanted to become a general doctor because my main goal, at the time, was to help people get better and prevent sickness. In the transition to high school, I lost a close friend due to suicide. It made me feel very depressed and I did not like that feeling. Experiencing that made me want to help out other people that are going through the same

Because I grew up in a community where the primary focus was getting good grades and participating in countless extracurricular activities, I guess you could call me average. Right from the start, my parents – both accountants – decided that getting ahead of the school curriculum was the way to go. So, like many others in the area, I was drawn into the illusion that I had to be on top of everyone else – no exceptions. As I entered high school, I didn’t participate in fifteen different clubs and three different sports like all my other classmates. Instead, I committed myself to mastering the art of swimming, and with that I learned innumerable valuable life lessons. And my parents supported my endeavor to succeed in swimming. However, my parents

As a twin, finding myself is difficult. When I was younger, my twin, Audrey, and I were constantly grouped together as one. We were always “the Matthews sisters”, never “Abby and Audrey”. I always felt compared to her. If Audrey was good at softball, I felt like I had to be good at softball.I found it very difficult to be an individual. Being shy also contributed to me feeling this way because I could never stand up for myself. Whenever someone called me “Audrey”, I was too self-conscious to correct them. When I was in eighth grade, I became very insecure and lost what made me, me.

I attended Loudon Elementary through 2nd to 6th grade. I was sad that I was leaving all my friends but excited to meet new people at junior school. I heard Junior High was a lot different from elementary.The only concern I had was that the classes may be to hard but, it wasn’t that hard once I got there and met all my teachers.My first impression of Tevis Jr. High was that I was really nervous I had wondered how this school was like.Tevis was different than I expected because I thought that I would get lots of homework and I wouldn’t find any friends.

I can’t certainly say that there was only one experience that leads to my growth and development. But I could say that it started when I was transitioning from elementary school to high school. During this time my father had a debilitating illness, making him unable to work. In 2010, my father contracted the illness pneumonia. At the time I was just 10 yrs. The infection was so severe that my father had to go to the hospital for some time. It was a contagious infection through the air, so when my mother and other siblings visited him they were required to wear filer mask. Because of my age at the time, the doctors advised that I shouldn’t enter the room because there was a high risk that I could get infected. Luckily, my father recovered.

I lived in multiple neighborhoods growing up. I never lived in one place for a long period of time. So I had to get used to a new environment, a new school, etc., every couple years. I went to three different elementary schools and two different high schools. The only time my family and I stayed in a house for a long time, was during my middle school years. I stayed for half of my 5th grade year until the end of 8th grade. That was the only time I didn’t have to meet new people and get used to the environment I was in.

I was one of the best even though I was a little younger than the top boxers in the gym. I would always play football every sunday with my friends. I worked out everyday except for saturday and sunday. I was really fit compared to everyone of my friends. But all that didn’t last long, It all started with a football game that I ended up injuring my shoulder bad enough to not being able to move my arm for a whole week. Three weeks later I had a boxing match with a friend and I ended up dislocating my shoulder when I landed a heavy punch, I would of knocked him out but my shoulder had not healed yet.

The one time were I had found myself in an impossible position was when I was in the fourth grade. From the very start of that year I had started to fall off but it was not in all of my class I had excelled in two out of my three classes. I was doing good in my history class and my English class but the class that I really struggled with was math. For a long time I had struggled with math and even today I still have trouble math but back then I it was just to difficult I mean I had to go to two different tutors for math and still after all of that I still failed. The teacher was not a bad teacher and taught our class well, I did keep an alright grade but it begin slowly start to fall around the spring. I mean parents were so mad at me.

I am Aislinn, a practically ordinary high school student trying my best to make it to my future goals. My life has been a series of obstacles that I have overcome to get to where I am today. I am a strong independent human being with the passion and skills to succeed.

Most teenagers are afraid of the transition to high school including me, but that transition changed my life forever. The tale end of my eighth grade year I lost my grandfather on my mother's side, we were very close. I used to go my grandparents house, spending weekends and vacations days growing closer and closer having more in depth conversations. 10 days before the last day of school I received a phone call from my mother saying that he had passed from a heart attack at 67 years old. I was devastated not understanding why he was taken away from me what I had done wrong. This took me forever to get over and just as I had the night of homecoming I lost my great grandmother on my father’s side, even though we weren’t very close it was still

Throughout my life, I’ve dealt with many challenges, which have resulted in different outcomes, but have also sent me in the right direction. Not everyone deals with the same challenges thus being because every single person doesn’t think the same. For everyone not just children, but also adults have obstacles in their lives; it could be financially or simply just something that could be easily fixed. None of us can say that we've never said “ Everything is going wrong,” at some time or another it's been said; maybe not in those exact words but it may have been related to it. As humans, we all have our times of despair; when we don’t like the way something turned out to be, however there are people in the world that have to face far worse challenges than we’ll ever face.