Personal Narrative: Improving My Prioritization Of My School

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

Going into college, I would like to peruse many of my goals. I would like to start out getting my general studies in and then build up to become a Registered Nurse. After I accomplish becoming a Registered Nurse I would like to work on becoming a Nurse Practitioner. One reason I am striving to complete these goals is to be able to have a good future and hopefully a good job will come out of this. Neither of my parents went to college and I want to be able to accomplish that for myself.

My parents came to America with no understanding of English, nor had they ever gone to college or finished high school. Both of their situations set a precedent for how my elementary school life could roll out. To begin with, the first days of school for me as a tiny girl who adored jumping around on all the furniture possible in her house and who hated sitting for more than ten seconds did not turn out as expected. The lump in my throat hid under my appearance: two curly mud brown pigtails, a navy blue skirt with an untucked white shirt, and the mask of a smile my parents begged me to keep all day. At first, the mask my parents told me to keep on stayed attached to my face. Yet, as minutes seemed to turn into hours, the constant thought of

In the beginning of 2010 everything came to a stop in our lives it seemed. I was 15 years old when it happened. Apparently there wasn’t any money left to help pay for the house. My sister Christina ended up pregnant, Amber wanted to move out. My parents had to think about Elaine and I. My parents couldn’t save the house, electricity was turned off. They had to foreclose on the house. My parents literally didn’t know where we were going to live. My sisters Christina and Amber arranged for an apartment to share together. But because they did that they were unable to help my parents. This caused major resentment between my parents and my sisters. This alternatively affected me and Elaine. After they moved out we were allowed to stay in the house

It was early July in Southern California: the sun was high, the air was warm, and the palm trees were swaying. Unfortunately, the bright sun could not light the darkness of the pit I had been slowly falling into during my tumultuous school year at my new charter school. On that day, when the other girls were tanning beachside, I was sitting deskside. I was trapped in a tiny, moldy, yellow-carpeted education office at the school I had transferred to the year prior. Like my fading hope, the dusty chandelier was barely hanging on from the ceiling. The room’s peculiarity added to my anxiety, as I felt failure lingering in the musty air. Though I had been sheltered by my parents’ optimism, I knew what I would soon hear: “I am so sorry sweetheart,

Now let’s quickly close this protracted (slide rule scaled) essay by skipping over the gaping and barren caldera that is my Public School education, where I studiously avoided the pre-med Math and Science track - since I don’t plan on becoming a doctor or a mathematician, in favor of Castle’s (almost but not quite) nationally recognized Media Arts Program - since I do plan on pursuing the Arts, diving deep into the (Liberal) Arts and Languages - Pidgin, Spanish, French, English & Writing classes, to emulate the trail-blazing trajectory of my older (and similarly math-phobic) sister Maria, so like her I too might procure a Kenyon Film degree and secure my fame and fortune and everything that goes with it - I thank you all (and one day The Academy)

When my mom told me that a letter had to be written for me to be able to attend the LIFE Charter school in North Shore, I said I wanted to help. I feel that by me explaining, you may be able to understand better why I chose to switch. It may seem unusual that I chose to switch schools for my last year when I have been going to Richmond since I was four. Trust me, I understand this. I’ve been told enough times. There are a couple of main reasons as to why I wanted to switch from Richmond, to LIFE. When I have told them to you, maybe you will get a better idea of why this switch was something that I wanted to make happen.

Before becoming a student at Gaston College, I was a student at Piedmont Community Charter School. I spent the whole of high school thinking that one day it would just dawn on me what I wanted to study at college and eventually form a career around. Unfortunately, I only know dawn to be the first appearance of light in the sky before sunrise, so uncertainty is what ultimately led me to attend Gaston College. I’m taking classes towards an Associate in Arts degree, and the plan is to eventually transfer to NC State to major in Parks, Recreation, and Tourism Management. I decided on my choice of major the day before having to sign up for classes after an intense night of searching through every course of study known to man and taking quizzes entitled,

There are many things we need to improve at Floyd County High School. But sports are very important. We think that if we had more money for after school sports that would be a big improvement. We need money for safety in most sports, uniforms for all sports, and money for sport dues. With extra money we really can improve sports.

From the first day I entered my new middle school, I knew that my life was about to change forever. The countless modifications, some good and some bad, were about to mold me into what I would become at the end of 8th grade. Getting more involved with my community, becoming more athletic, and being kinder are just a few of the things that I think that I have improved upon. I have also gained some not-so-good qualities, which include biting my nails, not being as smart, and lying to myself about many things. Overall though, I think that I have made tremendous progress and have blossomed into a great student who is ready for high school.

My elementary and middle school years were excellent. I got good grades, on time to class everyday, never talked back to the teachers. I was the perfect student.

High school is a major part of becoming who you want to be for the rest of your life. It's the place where you set and achieve your goals and make decisions. To help my freshman year benefit me the most i'm go to dedicate most of my time to my focus, organization, decisions, and my attitude. These 4 things will help me stay on track and help me achieve my goals.

One early, April morning, people came for me in the dead of night to take me to school. The tinkling sounds of their key inside the lock to the door of my bedroom woke me from a sound sleep. They fumbled with it, betraying their unfamiliarity with the lock, while I rolled over in my bed and half dreamt of reminding my mom that the handle had to be held slightly upwards. When the door opened full there was a pause as light and cool air entered my room, and I propped myself up on my elbows to see why I was hearing such heavy breathing. A tall, middle-aged man approached the foot of my bed, while a short and unfamiliar woman lingered below the doorframe.

Something I have had to greatly overcome within the past few years was being terrified of moving and allowing it to be an emotional and intellectual setback for me. Freshman year, I had started a new school and was absolutely petrified- and I let it rule me. I did poorly in school that year and didn’t make as many friends as I may have hoped. Later that year, I received news that I was going to be moving again and starting a brand new school next year. That news hit me like a ton of bricks and I realized that something had to change, no matter what it was. Once the move came around. I decided to engage more with my peers beforehand, I got involved with student government as soon as I enrolled in the school, and did amazing with my academics

The first thing I feel like I should talk about would be staying focused in school and in class . The only successful way to get out of school , is to stay focused on your work , mind your own business and doing your work on time . When you eventually get out of Elementary school , your'e gonna want to start focusing harder on assignments mainly because the teachers will have higher expectations for you and they DO NOT care for your opinions or feelings ( its factual ). Dont get caught up in relationships , drama , and everyone else and what they're doing , just focus on you and what you need to do to get good grades .