Personal Narrative: I Want You Up In High School

However, one character in my life was never ordinary; in fact, he was the exact definition of extraordinary. My “papaw” became my favorite playmate, my other half, and my best friend. We were commonly referred to as "two peas in a pod" and " each other's pride and joy." I loved my grandpa in the deepest, most sincere way a young child could. As I grew older, my grandpa assumed the role of my confidant and supporter. When my grandmother would scold me or when my sister and I would argue, I knew that I could retreat into the loving arms of my grandfather. The only thing that he ever did to upset me was when he said, "When I go, I'll miss everyone, but I'll miss you the most, Bug." Little did I know, I would soon long to hear these

“Who put you in this closet?” my teacher said, then she look at the other kids in disappointment. Then she saw a lock in William’s hand. And then the teacher new how much i have been picked one, and how much i am not friend with these kids. So she grabbed my hand with the nicest touch, the teacher got me a “good job” cookie and talked to me about this.

Becoming youreself with highschool can be one of the most lost and draining causes a teenager can face. It is as easy to lose the meaning of “me” as forgetting to put your name on a paper. The pressure that is placed on a student wether it is good grades, sports, clubs or getting a job for instace. We face the question of who are we? How are we truly able to find ourselves when ourselves our trying to balance the pressure of becoming who our parents, teachers and peers expect us to be.

Hey, that’s me! In all my glory, or lack thereof, or however you see me. I think I’m pretty cool, I guess. Anyways. Here I am, a 15 year old girl living the life of a high schooler. Isn’t that a tale unheard of? But unlike many, I LOVE highschool. Mostly, because it’s in Phoenix, and one of the most important things you could know about me, is that this is my town. The gas stations, grocery stores, and library, especially, are and have always been the things I consider home. Since February 3rd, 2002, my date of birth, I have been in this town for all my life, minus a 2-3 month and a later 3-4 month period.

“Dave?” The teacher asked. There was no response. “Dave? Has anyone seen Dave today?” The class shook their head. Mr. Francis kept on with attendance as I whispered to Collin. “I’m suprised Dave’s not here. He never misses a day of school, even in his most awful conditions.”

“Jimmy, Susannah your great grandmother passed away yesterday. We're leaving tomorrow to go to her funeral.” My father said. At the time I did not understand what death was all I knew is that someone I knew was gone forever.

I had just returned to school after a long weekend. I scampered excitedly down the linoleum floors of the dimly lit halls of my middle school. I was almost running as I reached the black double doors of the band room which sat at the end of a very long hall. It was her I was looking for, she sat hunched over her game boy her short red hair covered her face. She stood up as I approached, looking up at me with her big eyes, I was happy to see her; I adored her. We had finally exited an awkward phase in our relationship and she agreed to be my girlfriend. We chatted idly as we tipped toed verbally around each other until it was time to go our separate ways, we glanced up and down the halls for signs of authority before parting with a peck.

“Time does that to all of us young man, but the love you feel for your grandfather will never fade, so will the pain.”

You ever just listened to a person´s sob story and you continue to listen to these for so long, then you think about how you don't have a story to tell. You think that you are such an uninteresting person, well that´s is definitely not the case because you're just a person with an upbeat kick in their story, which is me.

“I never saw my father in person” my mother recalls. To see the sadness in her eyes only placed me in a position I have never thought of before; that I, too, have never met my grandfather. According to my grandmother, he died from a heart attack.

I lived in multiple neighborhoods growing up. I never lived in one place for a long period of time. So I had to get used to a new environment, a new school, etc., every couple years. I went to three different elementary schools and two different high schools. The only time my family and I stayed in a house for a long time, was during my middle school years. I stayed for half of my 5th grade year until the end of 8th grade. That was the only time I didn’t have to meet new people and get used to the environment I was in.

I was one of the best even though I was a little younger than the top boxers in the gym. I would always play football every sunday with my friends. I worked out everyday except for saturday and sunday. I was really fit compared to everyone of my friends. But all that didn’t last long, It all started with a football game that I ended up injuring my shoulder bad enough to not being able to move my arm for a whole week. Three weeks later I had a boxing match with a friend and I ended up dislocating my shoulder when I landed a heavy punch, I would of knocked him out but my shoulder had not healed yet.

The one time were I had found myself in an impossible position was when I was in the fourth grade. From the very start of that year I had started to fall off but it was not in all of my class I had excelled in two out of my three classes. I was doing good in my history class and my English class but the class that I really struggled with was math. For a long time I had struggled with math and even today I still have trouble math but back then I it was just to difficult I mean I had to go to two different tutors for math and still after all of that I still failed. The teacher was not a bad teacher and taught our class well, I did keep an alright grade but it begin slowly start to fall around the spring. I mean parents were so mad at me.

I loved highschool. I am one of the rare seniors that was actually sad to move on to the next chapter in life. At the same time, it was a completely new chapter. If I had to pick three things that I am excited to leave behind, the first would be, the people. In a highschool in a small town, you have your certain group of friends but that is it.

Things started to pick up in second grade. I finally lost my first tooth, got baptized, and my aunt Sarah was expecting!! My love for kids continued to grow during this time. By the time I turned 10, I had 3 younger cousins! Spending time with them was so much fun. Soon I was ready to babysit. My oldest sister, McKenzie, babysat all the time and when she came home with lots of dollar bills in her hand, I was mesmerized. The thought of getting paid for playing with little kids blew my mind. I wanted to do it!! The summer before 4th grade, I tried out for Express, a select basketball team. I had also been on a soccer team called “Fire and ice” but I was going to switch teams because there were younger girls on the team that I was too old to