Personal Narrative: I Am In High School

The longing to be surrounded by nature was killing her. “When I get out, we’re going fishing. Got it?” she smiled.

“Oh. That’s kind of what I did. I stole stuff.” It was getting dark by the second because Bob could see out the window.

He narrowed his eyes at me. "Did you know that we have cameras inside my house?" My face paled as he pulled out a couple of pictures from his jacket.

“Okay great, I’ll get my tackle box and the boat ready, wile you get dressed.”

Sunny early day in California the day is warm. While I was listening to the radio the governor had interrupted the song and said that colored kids could not go to a school near my house. My dad hits the radio and shuts it off. There is a slight moment of silence until my parents said to go inside the house.

“Do I get a full jacket out of this at some point?” She asked, sounding like a disappointed kid at

“Hey, Dad what kind of lures are you going to try out today?” I say with hopeful intent.

My tail swishes back and forth ready to pounce as I watch for her head. It’s my turn to scare her. I turn to my side and cough up a hairball. Now ready I pounce! She lets out a squeak and jumps back. Both Emily and her mom laugh as I jump back down. The game continues, “BOO!” she ducks back. “BOO!” She pops up again; after a few more times of my jumping up and scaring her, she tells something to her mother and she pulls out her phone. The game ended there. Again and again Emily peaked over the couch but I just sat there. Eventually I flop over earning a chuckle from the two of them ; her mother puts the phone away and Emily flops over next to me and pets my head. She grabs the little, blue, crinkly bear that I’ve named Steven and crunches

“‘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 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

I am currently a junior in high school but I am enrolled in several dual credit courses through Drury and MSU. At the end of this semester I will have accumulated a total of 30 credit hours to get a head start on my college education. At this time I have no previous training in volunteer work or working in a hospital. I am currently learning and developing the skills that I have but I know that I can be shy at times. I work well with others, I am punctual, and I am always up for a challenge. I personally do not have any hobbies but look for new experiences to help better my personality and future.

The day after the 2016 elections with Hillary Clinton and Donald Trump, I felt many emotions: disappointment, anger, fear, and sadness. Mr. Panzano, a teacher I see as a mentor, helped me cope with my emotions. I had walked into Mr. Panzano’s room, as I did most school mornings, with my two best friends. There was a dark atmosphere around the school that day, at least for most I turned to Panzano and asked if it was bad that I wanted to cry. He looked at me and the rest of the students in the room and said no. He continued on saying that some of his colleagues weren’t there because they were too upset, but that he was here for us and we had every right to be upset. He said , yes he was a part of the white male majority, but he was here to show us it didn’t entitle him to anything and he too was upset about the election. He finished

I am 18 years old Im senior in High school i am  from Trenton New jersey. i moved here in the 1st grade and stayed in kannapolis city schools until the fourth grade and then i left and went to rowan county schools. and went to corriher lipe middle school and did the first two years of high school at south rowan and then my junior year i returned here to al brown high school i currently work at waffle house  i am not really a school person i was so scared for my senior year to get i didn’t know what it was going to be like i thought it was  going to be fun and enjoyable but its stressful and you got to make sure you are  on top of your grades i do not  have to sit back and relax and play around a lil bit like i want to.some interesting facts

“I had our campsite already set up. We’ll head there and the braves will monitor around the area tonight but stay far enough away to give us privacy.”

“Just enjoy it. Hey, do you remember when you were oh about seven, and we went fishing?”