Personal Narrative: How I Got In Trouble 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.

High school has taught me who I really am and has embedded me with key factors to be successful not only in life, but to further my education throughout college. At Seoul American High School, you must become an expert in time management, staying true to yourself, and achieving your goals. The tools and guidance Seoul American has to offer should be taken advantage of by every student. Seoul American High School’s, main mission is to prepare students for success and become college and career ready.

I messed up a lot. Like a lot. But for some reason I always tend to get a lesson out of it.And out of any other thing I messed up on. Any mistake I make bad or good I learn, but sometimes I don’t. But if I don’t then I probably will the 2nd time. I learned so much from middle school. Bad stuff and a little bit of good stuff. But it really wasn’t a lot of good stuff. It was barely good things. I still had friends every year and I still did what I had to do. It was harder than I thought it would be. Like I seriously didn’t know what I was doing I didn’t know what was going through my head at the time. I still don’t know to this day. I don’t remember everything I did. But I know I just messed up. It was in the summertime and I just moved into this neighborhood.

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

Back within seventh grade towards the start of the school year I was put into a course called "Advanced Art" and I sat with a friend. My friend, Javier, wasn't suppose to have the class so he was sure to leave within weeks. During the time with him I noticed this big group of friends that seemed quite interesting to me. Around the time when he had his classes changed the song "Wrecking Ball" by Miley Cyrus came along and I drew a funny picture about it. I introduced myself into the big group and at first they seemed off about me but then they accepted me, especially this one girl named Tiffany. We had a few classes together so we would sit together and this was a start of a story of best friends.

Junior high was not kind to me, being known as the nerd of the school… well, let just say it was not pleasant, everyone took advantage of me and teased me, but out of all the hell fire junior high brought the only foundation I had to keep me afoot was my lifelong friends, Abby and Janice. We grew up together and did the same things together we were called the three musketeers. Our group was complete everyone brought different thing to the table. Abby was known to be the blunt and fiery girl that many people adored because of her honesty, Janice was the pretty and trendy one whose personality could make anyone want to befriend her, as for I …well I was the smart, caring, clumsy girl who would be there for my friends ,as well as them protecting

I was at a Denny’s eating peanut butter pancakes when I decided what I wanted to do as a career. Basically my whole life in middle school was a galore of trips to museums and science centers that my parents put together. One specific time we went to the California Science Center where they house an old retired space shuttle used in the late 90’s and early 2000s, The Endeavor. When you enter this exhibit you see this vast piece of machinery that has been to space and then back on earth about 300 times. From then on, space was among my many interests that I had as a kid in middle school. It was such a life changing experience for me when that shuttle glistened in my eye.

I currently attend a specialized high school which is lead to be a “non-typical high school experience.” Being surrounded by peers who share the same goals as I do has continued to challenge me beyond my comfort zone. High school has prepared me to anticipate the rigorous work in the BS-MD program while balancing other priorities. Learning from my past experiences, time management is vital in any academic atmosphere. From eighth grade through tenth grade most of my time was spent in the dance studio, up to 25 hour weeks. I’ve learned to balance my passion for dance while maintaining my position on the honor roll. With the challenge of being a senior in high school, dance would not be fit for my schedule. Meanwhile, I was mentored by two extremely

The first day wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but it wasn’t great either. I got lost so many times and the only thing more embarrassing than being lost in the hallway is asking someone for directions, which I had to do twice. I only had one class with my friends, but all three of us were in there. And Samantha Kline was in my second period social studies class. We had started hanging out during school for the last month of eighth grade, and I didn’t have her number, but we liked each other. I don’t know about liking each other. I liked her but I didn’t know if she liked me. She was cool. Popular but quiet. And very pretty. She had played basketball in middle school and had practiced with the high school soccer team for the second half

Not being adequate is a tough pill to swallow. For me wrestling was my life in high school. Nothing was more important being on the mat. Wrestling knowing at the end of the day that only you could stop yourself. It wasn't until i reached college and tried to make the leap for high school to college that reality sat in. I applied to San Francisco State providing film hoping to insure a scholarship. In return they told me that my skill weren’t at the level they need.

“‘Um life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you are going to get.’ I think that’s what the Forest said, I mean Gump, Forrest Gump, that’s what he said.” As I uttered the words, I knew I had embarrassed myself, along with the team, and I knew this was an experience I would never forget.

I never really knew how I felt about starting high school. While I was so nervous and dreading the new environment. Also, I don’t know how to open up to new people. By the time, I thought I am going to fall into a big hole and never get out of it. However, the time has gone by so fast, I did not realize that I have so many friends. I’d give to an incoming San Marcos High School freshman some advices from own experience that I gained during the start of school are as follows. First thing, you need to remind yourself, you aren’t alone because there are hundreds of teens experiencing what you are experiencing this very moment ! Next, don’t be afraid to make new friends. There are many people who share the same interests as you and are seeking

When I was in sixth grade i wasn’t really athletic. I quit almost every sport I played through elementary school because I was either not having fun or just got bored of it. During recese I would always play football with my friends and had a lot of fun with it. After a while of playing I had decided maybe it wouldn’t be a bad idea to try out for the football team. Unfortianly

I live in a suburban town whose families are well-off, each home has hedges trimmed to the needle and the downtown streets are lined with colorful-flags and flowerbeds in the springtime. It is a moderate-sized town but a quiet and simple place to live. Not a lot happens; it is quaintly bustling during the daytime, yet at night not even a car can be spotted parked on main street. The town appears to be an ideal, utopian establishment-- an embodiment of civilization. However, the only high school is bursting at the seams, the students are rowdy, and there is a surplus of rules but apathetic punishment. Troubled kids would wait through a tolerable one hour detention, then go out and reinstate their poor behavior. This evokes many questions about

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.