Personal Narrative: If I Had To Dress In High School

My transition into high school was as easy as taking a breath. I had always found school quiet easy and I never had to put much effort into getting promising grades. Before high school I had my whole life figured out, or at least I thought I did. I had planned that I would attend a law school or major in English. After a while of being in high school I started to realize many things. My parents did not have the financial stability to send me to a law school, I was not as smart as all the other kids, little by little I began struggling with a negative mentality about myself and my future. I slowly let go of my dream of becoming a lawyer and decided to join the Health Careers Academy. Soon enough, I began to have a deep interest in the medical field but then again I continued to have the same question; how can I afford going to a medical school? I did not know much about college or what it took to get into college. I assumed I just had to have a pretty transcript and that was all it took. My self confidence began to lower as I saw how other students cruised through their high school years so effortlessly. I never wanted to ask for help because I did not want to seem “dumb”. I would bite my tongue and hold in all the unanswered questions I had. My junior year, I was having a very difficult time. I had a tight schedule which consisted of almost all AP or honors courses. I slowly began to give up because I did not believe that I could do it. I let my grades slip failing almost

How can I say this lightly? The school dress code is screwed. Let me start off with saying that shoulders are anything but sexual or distracting. It’s literally a joint and a socket to keep your arms on your body. I think we (as students) should be allowed to wear tank tops during certain seasons, as long as they're appropriate.

My Siblings Births I wasn’t there to see my siblings being born, but I was there when I got to visit them, and when my mom was pregnant, but wasn’t there for their birth. They aren’t twins, they are 4 years apart, if there was any confusion. When my nine year old sister was born, we were living in the state known as Texas. We only got to see her for a few minutes before we had to leave. When my mom was pregnant, I couldn’t wait to be a big sister, and that was a mistake, (she scares me). When my mom was pregnant with my five year brother, I was the one to know first, and she didn't tell us what gender, I just knew, she kept denying it, but I was the one who had that feeling that he was there, she never told me she was pregnant and I knew

Yam Yam In preschool, I knew the letters of my name but did not quite understand that their order mattered. “Who’s Yam?” my grandpa puzzled after reading his birthday card. One day I would be “Yma,” the next “May,” and on a good day “Amy.” As I walked the halls in middle school, my classmates playfully shouted, “Hey Yam Yam!” Fortunately, my association with a type of potato ended in high school, that is, until my junior year.

If I could go back in time and speak to my former self before I began high school I would tell myself a handful of things. I would start off by telling myself to take school more seriously. They always say high school is crucial for colleges, so keep your grades up! I never listened to them, I should have. Not that my grades were awful. I just could have done better. Taking my classes more seriously could have resulted in me being in honors, AP, colleges classes, etc. High school is like a roller coaster of emotions. You’ll end up losing people you thought you would be with until senior year, or forever. I had a boyfriend going into my junior year thinking I would be with him forever. As a matter of fact, we did not even last more than a year.

First, when I was four years old, me and my older brother started asking our parents if we could have a baby brother. After that, my parents started to laugh and told us that probably not because they were good with only two kids. Me and my brother were disappointed and decided to convince our parents no matter what. After a while, my parents got tire of hearing us complain about getting a baby brother and they told us that we were not getting one. Then, the next month my mother started getting a little fat. My Mom told me that she had to go to the hospital because she was sick. A few months went by and my Mom was getting fatter every month. I started to worry about my mom, so I started asking her if she was going to get better. After I asked her, she told me to go get my older brother because she had to tell us something really important. When I got him and came back with my Mom, I got really scared because I thought she was going to tell us that she was really sick. A few moments later she told us “Listen, remember when you asked me if you guys could have a baby brother, well, we you’re not going to get one but two twin brothers!” After that I thought she was lying and I started to get mad until she told me that she was actually saying the truth and that’s when I got shocked and I thought myhead was going to explode. That was one of the best days of my life.

In the fourth grade, having transferred to my second school after a stay at a shelter, I was asked to introduce myself to the class and tell them a fact about myself. I looked nervously into the sea of new faces and said, “Hi, I’m Aleigh Crowder and I’m nomadic.” This introduction was met shortly with laughter that my new teacher quickly ceased.

“We haven’t really settled on anything yet,” one of the other girls said, her friends muttering their agreement softly.

Before high school, I was quite sheltered in a small middle school with limited technological advancements. Going into high school, I was exposed to a great amount of resources that I never had before. For example, each freshman student was given a chromebook to use for the rest of our high school career. The opportunities provided to me by my high school helped me understand to never overlook experiences and resources that will be beneficial to myself and others. Choir has also been a major part of my high school experience. Without choir, I would not have been exposed to performing or the dedication it takes to fit a performing arts into my schedule. Performing is an artform that I love and plan to continue during college. I am very interesting

Of the many transitions we must make in life, the transition from High school to something beyond is one of the greatest. For me the next step was going away to college. High school was said to have prepared me for college, but how could I be sure? One of the biggest and most shocking changes for me was leaving high school and being on my own. I was unsure of what college entailed, and i most definitely didn't know what to expect from my classes. This class was just the opportunity I needed. It cut down the worrying of what the school work will be and It has opened my eyes to what I should expect next year and the things that will be asked of me. It was a shock and a shift from what I knew. I have been really enjoying this class and I believe

Jean was tired, and no wonder. They day had been a long one, so full of intense training it seemed as if he'd progressed more in the past 12 hours than he had in the entirety of his first year in the Training Squad. Not that the level of intensity was surprising, what with a good 60% of the class in trouble for something or other and marked for punishment. Keith had not been happy with them. They'd all marched off moments ago, at the conclusion of dinner, to begin their all-night cross-country speed-hike of punishment. Jean, one of the few currently clean, may have gloated a tad at dinner. And maybe gotten his face slightly smashed in by Eren. But right now, wandering back to the sleeping quarters, Jean was focusing only on the night of sleep

I knew I was different, even at school, I would always get in trouble for the most stupid reasons. Whenever we learned about the small amount of history that we were allowed to be informed about, I would never fully understand why something happened. So like any student, I would raise my hand, ask my question, and hopefully get an answer. Although, it was apparently different with me because once my question left my mouth, I was yelled at over and over again. And each response from the professor would basically be “Because it did now shut up”. And of course this only worsened once my dad died and had a mental breakdown and started to interrogate everything. Even among my peers, I was more... what’s the word I want to use... socially out there?

On the 15th of January 2009, I sat with my 9-month pregnant mother, in our tiny one bedroom apartment, discussing if the baby would be a boy or a girl. My father and just left to work his night shift at the phone factory a few miles away and would not be home till morning. I had wanted a brother, so I would have a someone that would share my interests and play with me, but my mother insisted that we have a baby girl. I told her that having “a sister would be boring because she would be too girly and not like the things I did.” As we continued to discuss what gender the baby should be, it quickly approached my bed time 9 p.m. I did not want to go to sleep, but knowing that if I did not sleep I would not have the energy to play and go to school in the morning.

February 2012, my mom is going to have a baby. I was excited because I wanted a little brother to teach things too. I was the last child, but my sister was only one year older than me so I played with her. She did not like doing the same

For as long as I can remember; I have always wanted a sibling. My mom always told me that she had to go through so much to have me and it was a miracle she was even able to get pregnant. I always wished that she would try again, that