Personal Narrative: I Hate School

Coming to school every day as a tenth grader was exciting, but it can get very annoying at times. I had to overcome many challenges to make it this far. Generally, freshman year was a year of change. One of the greatest things I learned as I reached sophomore year, was not to procrastinate.

I was told in the 4th grade that school will get harder and harder, I was told that middle school and high school will get harder than elementry school.

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From my experience, surviving middle school takes a mixture of luck, naive fearlessness, and an aggressive number of colorful plastic binders. I started my first day of fifth grade a jumbled mess of nerves, anxious about making friends and doing well in class, and inexplicably dressed head-to-toe in red, white, and blue swag my mom got when the Summer Olympics were in Atlanta. I mean, my backpack matched my shoelaces, which matched my pants and my shirt. I might have even had a hat. A hat. A precisely matching hat. That I wore all day. Needless to say, I was not a particularly cool child. I studied hard, had a core group of equally nerdy friends, and constantly worried about whether I was doing the right thing or, perhaps more accurately, becoming the right thing. Was I not studying hard enough to get into college? Or maybe studying too hard, missing out on my youth? Would I grow into my teeth one day? Would my skin eventually stop looking like greasy peanut brittle?

The hum of fans, the spinning of the disk in its tray. Sitting on my soccer ball beanbag chair that I got for my 11th birthday with a controller in my hands. As a kid, in Washington state, on school days we were not allowed to play video games during the week. Summer was the break from school and the time for lots and I mean lots of video games.  Before I could hit that power button, I had to do something I despised, hated, and avoided like it was the plague. I… had… to… read.

I can feel the wind blowing through my hair as I speed away from school on the last day before summer break. I continue to speed up as I get farther away from teachers, sports, and my classmates. It wasn’t until I see red and blue lights and hear the sirens of a cop car pulling up right on the tail of my car that I slowed down. I look at my speedometer, turns out I was going fifteen miles above the legal speed limit. I try to smooth talk the officer… Why did it have to be HIM. By him I mean the officer who was pulling me over for speeding, but this is the third time he had pulled me over… He tells me that using my father’s name couldn’t save me this time. I was going to be in DEEP trouble when I got home. Good thing dad was still at the station

After sitting at the same desk for three years, I figured I was beyond seeing anything new. I was wrong. After that third year I saw a lot more than I thought I would. I went up to high school and everything was so much different. The grades were harder, the assignments were harder and the teachers were harder.

At Quickstart before freshman year I had a panic attack before I even entered the building. I saw how big the school was and I became extremely nervous about starting school. There was so much pressure to make the next four years, the best four years. Also, none of my friends were attending Lane with me and I did not know how to make new friends. Upon entering the building on the first day I got lost a couple of times but I made a couple of friends and lasting impression on my teachers.

The summer of 2012 was the start of the downward spiral into my high school career. This ass hole guy decided to dump me and my dumb ass kept going after him when I know I shouldn’t have so I got hella drunk one night (as a 14 year old) and made this hilarious video with my bff that people hated apparently even though we looked hot. And so we got kicked out of cheer lol. Stupid mrs hatfield even had the vid on her phone like wtf lol. So yeah great start to high school.

The end of eighth grade was coming faster than any year before. It was about to be summer and most of the eighth graders were eager to be a freshman in high school next year. I was not so excited about this. School used to be hard for me, waking up, discussing with new people, being in classes that I struggled with eight hours each day. Speaking in front class petrified me to the point that I did not want to ask for help. There never used to be a time that I felt confident volunteering, raising my hand, or presenting in front of a class. I soundlessly coped with anxiety through eighth grade, causing me to be unsuccessful in a few classes, and wanting to not go to school most days. High school is incomparable to middle school, I knew this change

Middle school for me wasn’t that fun because the teachers seem boring. The reason I found it boring because all of my classes from 6th-8th weren’t all fun because I couldn’t listen to music.Sure I had my friends but the assignments were boring or as exciting.The only time I was excited for something was my 7th grade field trip because it was a day without school, we to Medieval Times, we ate, watch a show and not do work for the whole day.I guess my 8th grade field trip but it was at the end of the school year.the last three days of

I Am happy to be in 7th grade but also I’m not. I really like summer! I’m scared this year about 7th grade. I am afraid I will not get my book points, and my homework done. This year we have a lot of “new” things to get used to like schedule, teachers, computers, and grades. Last year we never had that many responsibilities. I also like having new responsibilities because it prepares us for high school. My favorite book I have ever read was Because of Winn Dixie it was a really good book! One of my goals this year is to get out of teen biz!

The fall of 2005, marked the first I was assaulted by student. Classes were passing and I was in the hallway moving students along. I informed a student named Jimmy he need to go to class. Jimmy ignored me and continue to lean on wall talking to his friends. I informed Jimmy again he had to go class. Jimmy told me get out his face. Nonetheless, I persisted in Jimmy to go to class. Instead of going to class Jimmy walked up me and pushed me to the floor. Shocked and humiliated I pulled myself up from the floor and immediately contacted my union representative. Within hours Jimmy’s mom as the school. Throughout the meeting my principal excused Jimmy’s behavior and argued with me and my union representative. My principal and Jimmy’s mom

We went to mrs cerda’s class in the old building and learned about how to go on google classroom. After that she let us play games on the computer. Lastly we had a raffle to see who would win a candy bar then we went outside to go to brunch. I went straight to the library to check out some books and watch my favorite youtuber ‘the king of random’ he does cool science experiments with household chemicals and materials. I watched his new video that was about how to make a arc furnace

One reason I struggled in high school was because of hanging out with the wrong group of friends. When I was a freshman I had many “friends” (as many do when they first start high school.) By the time I was a senior I had two friends out of the whole group of friends I started with my freshman year. Hanging out with bad influences not only got me into drugs but got me into thinking it was okay to come home 3 nights out of the week at 2 am, when my curfew was at 11 pm. At that point in my life I was dealing with my mother’s sickness alone and feeling like I would never be good enough for anyone. I went to the drugs and told myself that I was “forgetting” everything. Sadly I didn’t figure out how bad I was ruining my high school years until I