Personal Narrative: Holy Family Cristeo Rey Catholic High School

I was always the girl who loved to pick out my outfit the night before school, perfectly coordinating, with a bow to match. Then, I found out that I would be wearing the same outfit to school for the rest of my grammer school and high school days. After attending the quaint public school down the road from my house for six years, I found out that I was moving to Our Lady of the Hamptons Regional Catholic School. This was new territory for me.

Prompt: Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.

Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will

It was 7:00 in the morning when we arrived at the Johnston City High School. Once everyone arrived at the high school, we got on the bus and headed off to Benton. As we stepped foot on the bus, we all sat there quietly, nervous about the results of this game. This was the game that determined whether or not we went on to state. Coach Simon and Coach Shane gave us one of their what we like to call "before the game warm-up talks". We were all nervous of course, but we were all determined to win this game. We had been looking forwards to winning regionals and going to state the whole season and that day was the day that we gave us the opportunity to go to state. After the thirty minute bus ride, we finally got to Benton and once we got there,

Before I attended Hudson’s Bay High School I was part homeschooled, this meant I only went to school 3 times a week. However, I’m thankful I switched to being a full-time student at Bay because it introduced me to “the real world”. The public-school life was a unique experience for me since it introduced new friends and opportunities that were not available at my old homeschool. I was able to join four different sports, attend Cascadia Technical Academy, engage in student leadership programs like NHS and SALT, and finish my high school credits with Running Start. Participation in these activities has better prepared me for my future of shaping me to become an engaged and experienced adult, and with the aid of this scholarship I can complete

I was panicking I didn’t know what I did I thought I was in some kind of trouble, but when I got to the principal’s office, there were 2-3 police officers there waiting for me. They sat me down with a concerned look and told me some terrible news. These few words that I could never get out of my head. It’s as if there locked in a prison. They told me that my father was in an accident at first I thought that they were just talking about a car accident. I had no idea what to expect. Then they told me that my father had passed away I started balling my eyes out I didn’t know what to do. They soon drove me back to my house where I saw my brother and a few neighbors and friends. There were a few cop cars and an ambulance. I later found out that he had committed suicide. My aunt and uncle came and picked us up from my house and brought us to their house where they tried to cheer us up a bit it was my cousins birthday so we tried to have a

In the fall of 2014, I embarked on the start of my ephemeral high school experience. Reminiscing back onto my first day of school, I can recall the exact moment as if it was yesterday. The adrenaline spewing out of my veins as if I had just consumed a large amount of caffeine, the anxiety boiling in my nerves not knowing who my teachers were or where my classes were. But most of all, I recall the coalescing of my fellow classmates’ personalities and the censure everyone had towards each other. It was in this moment that I had realized that Northwest Christian High School was not a banal Christian environment. In fact, Northwest Christian High School was the antithesis of a banal Christian environment.

Throughout my adolescence, I have attended five different schools. They each had their pros and cons, but ultimately, I left each one except for Christian Brothers High School. For Middle School, I attended Lausanne; however, it became far too expensive. After Lausanne, I went to Germantown High School at the beginning of my Freshman year. This turned out to be one of my worst mistakes which, in turn, became one of my greatest failures.

When I entered Glenbrook South High School for my first day of freshman year, I was not excited to be back in school and I was definitely not ready to learn again. I remember the first class I had was English. As I sat in English, I recognized some people from middle school, but most of the faces were new to me. The teacher, I forgot her name, was very nice and welcoming. She asked us to pull out our “Of Mice And Men” books and asked someone to read the first page out loud. One of the students began to read out loud, and I followed along. After the first page was completed, she asked for a volunteer to summarize the page. No one volunteered so she picked from the attendance sheet. She picked me. I got nervous because I had no clue what was

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.

Until sixth grade, I went to Shepherd Christian Elementary School. Once I moved on to sixth grade, I had to switch to a school that went through high school. I didn’t want to leave my friends; I was scared. I was touring multiple schools to see where God was leading us. When I came to Liberty, I immediately felt loved. Liberty was much larger than my old school. On the first day, I felt at home.

My husband and I agree whole heartedly that Catholic High School is the place for Blain to thrive spiritually, academically, and socially. Blain strongly desires to grow in his faith. As a family, we believe the brotherhood at Catholic High School will allow him to grow more in this area than any other school. Moreover, catholic education and values entwined in his daily routine are essential for us and Blain. Academics have been a strong focus in our family. As an educator, I have researched all of the schools in our area; Catholic High School leads the way in ACT scores, graduation rates, curriculum integrity, and university attendance. Blain has an intrinsic desire to learn; therefore we want him to attend the best school to provide

On 02/06/2018 at approximately 1916 pm Hrs. I Officer Mather the on call officer for the week was notified by the alarm service of a possible Criminal Mischief that occurred at Santa Rita Elementary. Reported by the head custodian of Santa Rita Elementary Oscar Reyes DOB: 06-30-1957. Upon arriving at Santa Rita I met with Oscar who led me to the back of the school on the east side and showed me double door that south of the school with the bottom window cracked.

“Hmm… you tend to get a ton of these grand ideas that you kind of just let fall flat… but I do that too, so you’re not alone. Why?”

I was just sitting in a chair. I had been talking to my mother while my little sister was in the kitchen eating breakfast and the older one slept upstairs. It was 11:45 at this time and it was quiet. That’s when it happened, the chair under me shook and I watched as the pictures trembled against the walls. It felt like something had hit the house. My thoughts immediately went to my older sister who was sleeping upstairs. I remember thinking if something went through the roof it hit her first. I was already on my feet and on the stairs when I heard my mom ask, “What was that?” and I honestly thought that the tree next to our house had finally fallen over. I reached the bedroom and opened the door. My sister hadn’t even heard the noise. Confused I ran back down the stairs and saw my mom on her way out the door. I began to piece together that this was bigger than just us at this point as I saw people leaving their houses