Personal Narrative-It's Time To Break 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

“Jovanie, I’m going to have to let you go,” my coach said to me in a nonchalant voice. My stomach started twisting in a million knots and I felt my eyes watering, but I was not going to let them fall… yet. “Not here, not now” I reassured myself. I slowly walked off the bus trying to act unbothered, but I was. Everybody that knew me understood what track was to me. However, starting off in a different school as a freshman, where nobody knew me was hard. I had to prove to them that I was a good runner, but I have failed.

After Lincoln, it was time to move schools again. John Adams was connected to the High School, so it was a nerve-racking transition. All the kids already attending John Adams were bigger than me, and this was the first time I would have to constantly switch classes throughout the day.

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 years of 2017 and 2018 have been incredible, but emotionally draining, and I feel like a summer break will do me some good. Some of the things that happened in 2017 were: meeting Dylan, grieving over the death of my nana, starting my last year of high school, and going to the city of light with my mom. In 2018 I experienced becoming an adult at the age of eighteen, helping my boyfriend move from house to hotel multiple times, and the best of all, graduation. It’s been a rough school year, but I honestly would not change anything because all of this happened and made me the woman I am today. It took me a while to decide on the things I wanted to carry and the things I wanted to leave behind and I have made that decision.

Pretty fucking stupid: Was with a few of my friends and we had went to my grade school (this was just before I started high school) to play basket ball and throw a baseball around. I happened to bring along my baseball bat if we wanted to do some pitching practice (as my friend and I were pitchers on rival teams). We hung out for a bit and played around. My one friend was hitting the basketball off of one of the walls with the bat like a tennis racket and it was fine. This was when the idea happened... I picked up the bat after my friend found something else to do and told my other friend (the pitcher) to toss the basket ball at me so I could see how far I could knock it. Turns out I couldn't knock it far as the rebound off the basketball/bat

I remember when I was younger, I used to have trouble adding and subtracting. It constantly confused me on where the "1" came from and why it's "carried". Something about it I just didn't understand and it frustrated me. I recall crying in the back seat of the car complaining to my mom about not having enough fingers to solve a complicated subtraction equation in a mathematics workbook my mother bought from family dollars. Then I would sometimes use my younger sister's fingers to cheat, in order to remain tranquil. Finally, my mom decided to sit down with me at the kitchen table to analyze the steps to conquer these monster problems. Once I comprehended this lesson, I was no longer in the dark. Everything after that was as simple as pie. In

As a freshman in high school I woke up every morning before all of my fellow classmates and came to school an hour early. But I didn’t mind, because now I was apart of the Broadcasting Team. I didn’t mind waking up earlier because being there made me feel more awake than ever before. My early morning dedication persisted, all four years of high school. The rush of adrenaline after running my first broadcast has continued to drive my desire to learn all aspects of broadcasting. I can’t imagine doing anything else. I will graduate college and then work toward “running the board” for a major news

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

Days are getting longer, while the temperature is getting hotter. These long days are turning into very fast memories. The time we have with our friends and family is not valued as much as it should be. We are taking these long ventured nights for granted. Because one day, this will just be a memory of the past.

“There’s a pool on the fourth floor,” and, “Everybody hates freshman,” were only a few of the rumors that circled the air about high school. It turned out, there was not a pool on the fourth floor; there was not even a fourth floor. Unfortunately, most people did hate freshman. Going from being the biggest people in middle school to the smallest people in high school was terrifying. I did not know how I was going to make it through the year, but somehow I survived.

The idea that the killer would next target Emily was one even I admitted to being highly improbable. The actions I was taking now were not grounded firmly in logic. As someone who was not normally dependent on emotive reasoning, this disquieted me a fair bit.

I remember back in sophomore year, Brayton, Andre and I had volunteered to help put chairs away. We were in study hall at the time, so we all walked down to the choir room and started. Now the whole time we were shoving each other and messing around. Well, after we had finished putting chairs away, the bell rang to go to the next class. So like good students, we walked through the crowded halls, still pushing and shoving, when all of a sudden Brayton shoves me super extremely hard. I flew straight into one of the pillars and the whole thing collapsed. At the time this event was hilarious. Looking back now its still really

Saying I was sad for summer to end and high school to begin would be an understatement. I'm definitely going to miss the beach days and staying up late at night doing the most random things, like cleaning my room or having a dance party. Ever since I was young I couldn't wait to begin high school and be just like one of the big kids. Now that I am one of the ‘big kids’, it's not as cool as it seemed. I didn't realize back then that once you start high school it pretty much decides how your life will turn out, and that's really scary. I also didn't think that I would be in Algebra 2 as a freshman with a ton of seniors. Even though I'm still a bit anxious to be in high school, I'm excited to go to homecoming, getting my permit, and cheering for

The last year of high school is finally here. The year every highschool student has been waiting for. It’s a sneak peak into the next chapter of life, and for me, that's going to college and getting my degree in nursing. Over my highschool years, I’ve been taking classes that you need to qualify for the CNA class. Now that I’m finally taking the class, it is a lot harder than expected, but I am excited for the challenge that it is going to bring me this year.