Personal Narrative: I Failed My Freshman Year Of High School

To many freshman the first day of high school is the opening chapter of a new novel, a fresh start to a sometimes embarrassing middle school experience we would all just love to erase from our memories. August 13th, 2012 was the beginning of my four year long narrative at Cypress Bay High School. Despite my desperate desire to grow up, become an adult, and move far away from my parents for college all that did not seem possible because I had never previously attended a public school. I was struck with fear that I would not be able to adjust to the fast pace dynamics of a large high school.

There are problem in everybody’s life that was difficult to deal with. The lesson that I learned because of my failure was something that could change everything that is now part of my life. The lesson that changed my life happened at the end of 8th grade. The idea of almost failing 8th and not making it to high school changed my perspective about school. If I were to fail that grade, I would never be at the point that I am today in my junior year of high school.

It was the first month of my high school years, I was as nervous as an incoming freshman could be. I had no idea how long and strenuous my years at Bensalem High School would feel. As many others, I had a hard time adjusting to the transition from middle school to high school. Unlike others, though, I struggled about twenty

When i was younger, just starting to become a teenager and go to high school, that’s when it all changed.

The last semester was really good because some classes were fun but the other classes were okay because it was really boring.The classes that I am doing really good is all my classes but biology and cultural geography class because I didn't do my work in class because I really didn't care about my grade but now I do my work because it is important because if I don't pass the classes I am going to fail in my classes because if I don't work I am not going to be promoted.I am doing my work and doing homework because I really care now but I know I made a mistake when I started school because I didn't do any of the homework or work in class I would get distracted easily.I am most proud that I got my grades up and I have a 2.00 gpa because I have

In the city of Davenport, there were two brothers who lived together. Their parents had passed away seven months ago in a fatal car accident. It was just the two of them, and they needed each other to survive. Jason, the younger brother, was 18 and was in his senior year of highschool. Tyler, the older brother, was 20 and was a college dropout who had become another statistic. Their future wasn’t looking very bright, but together they had to chance to succeed.

Freshman year I took a chance outside of my comfort zone, and that risk gave me a future in a career I am extremely passionate about. Since freshman year I have been shadowing my high school athletic trainer. I have learned how to; prevent, asses, treat, tape, and rehab a variety of injuries. However, what has fostered my interest in my major is being able to see an athlete through the entirety of an injury. During my sophomore year I was responsible for treating and rehabbing a key player on the lacrosse team. The bond I built with him was something I could've never imagined possible. I had the responsibility of preparing him physically and mentally to return to play. This meant I had to support him when he felt like he would never play as

Going back to middle school, everything was easy, from balancing a social life and school life, to testing and preparing for my future education in high school. I had time to manage my success in school and still have time to go out every day at five o’clock to ride my bike and go to the local elementary school down the street to play games like hide-n-seek and freeze tag with all the neighborhood kids. I remember going out with my brothers and sisters to the park down the street to play groudsies, a game where you have to close your eyes while everyone else is on the playground set and whenever you thought someone was on the ground you would have to yell “GROUNDSIES!”, and I was it and my brother was supposed to tell me before I ran into something

I participated in Football my freshman year of high school , I also ran track my Sophomore year of high school. I have been in AVID two years out of the four I’ve been in high school. I also have interest in weightlifting and finances. I worked at KFC and Bojangles as head cooks. I would say overall all the clubs and organizations I’ve participated in taught me the importance of organization and teamwork also the importance of high communication

After freshman year, I put the past behind me. Being the positive and optimistic student athlete that I was, little did I know that soccer was not in my future for my sophomore year of high school. I've always adored playing sports, but to be able to represent my school would be outstanding. Getting cut from the middle school soccer team multiple seasons really made an impact in my life. Countless hours of training finally led to the one moment I have always waited for. The coach handed me the small, terrifying paper which for once, was not so terrifying. Markings within the paper signaled that I had made the freshman soccer team, sparking new hope in my future with the sport. Having the most ideal soccer season that I have ever had led me to try out the following season as a sophomore.

“Umm, yeah, I can mop the floors and... uh clean the floors best, uhhhhh yeah…I am done talking.”

I felt as if there was no return from the abyss I put myself in to. I had failed both semesters of my honors algebra two and trigonometry class during my sophomore year, and I believed that all doors to success had closed. I was at my lowest point in my high school career and I had no idea how to pull myself back on track. I felt as if I had nowhere to go, I was not making any progress in the class no matter what I tried. I was hopeless, lost in my fear of failure. This was a wake-up call to me. Previously, I strolled through school almost effortlessly because the grades I received seemed good enough to me. I had underestimated the effort needed to succeed and failing my math class caused me to overturn my previous thoughts and my negative work ethic.

One time I failed was when I got an D on a math quiz a long time ago around 2nd grade. Instead of crying and being all melancholy about it I decide to get the test and asked for my Mom for help on the test. The the problems I got wrong I needed to go over it and do them again and again till I got the answer. Once I did the problem over and over again I learned my mistake. Once I went over the answers till I got them right it made my grade bump up my grade dramatically to a B. Ever since that time that I got a bad grade on a test and I revised my test. Now every time I don’t feel happy with my grade I will always see if there is a way to fix my grade. Even if I cannot get a better grade I will see the question I got wrong and redo them. Now

In my sophomore year of high school, one of my classmates introduced me to join an extra-curricular club that enabled high school students to test their leadership skills by becoming a camp counselor for fifth-grade students at Camp Allegheny. Every time our school hosted club week, she would pull me aside and direct me to the booth labeled “Camp Allegheny.” When the date to turn in Camp Allegheny applications was soon approaching, she would energetically speak about the fun activities, the involvement with the teachers and fifth graders, and the steaming hot chocolate that was to die for.

"What is the point of being alive if you don't at least try to do something remarkable?"(John Green).  Failure was a result of my experiences as I first embarked upon the journey of four years that have helped define me as the person I am today with a profound apathetic philosophy about how I chose to spend my time in my classes as well as outside.  My indolent efforts led to poor grades along with failure in my schoolwork and a portrayal of little regards to fixing it as a freshman.  Along with this, I had chosen to put no effort into attending college the main priority of furthering my education.  Alternatively, I would have preferably spent my time partying with so-called "friends" who looking back at the time, were not really the best influences