Personal Narrative: Life After High School

The boy told you what he was going to do- had his plan laid out and all. You took it as a joke, not ever thinking he would have killed three of your best friends along with four other people, and one just so happens to be your brother. What if you could have prevented that? What if you told a trusted adult ahead of time? What if you would have talked to the boy himself? A lot of teens ask these questions whenever it’s already too late. We don’t tend to think about things like that though because we never want to think that we could be involved in the situation. We say, “Oh, no big deal. He probably told someone else the same thing too. They’ll take care of it if they think it’s something serious.” The truth is, according to research within

\Mostly, the world went by so, so slowly. It took everyone ages to get even a simple sentence out. They all walked like they had nowhere they could need to be, and every time they ate it was a whole big production. Then they all conked out for eight hours a night-- just had to check out and bid the world a fond farewell. Peter found it much more efficient to take quick naps throughout the day, mostly between people saying "um" and the eternity until the next word. This left him free for a bit of late night sight-seeing. Something about the dark made people believe no one else could possibly be watching.

I was a freshman in high school when I realized I was missing something, and no it wasn’t a boyfriend. Out of all the questions I was asked in high school, “What are you doing after high school?” was asked by a margin wider than Ronald Reagan’s popular vote in the presidential election of 1984. I was asked relentlessly by multiple teachers through out my high school career and I was always at a loss for a reply. I didn’t know what I wanted to be and I wouldn’t figure it out for a long time.

In my lifetime, I hope to achieve many things. I want to leave my mark on the world and leave something behind to be remembered by. There are several steps to becoming successful in life and graduating high school is what I am trying to achieve currently. That being said, I want to leave the things I have learned in high school behind to those who may face the same challenges that I have during my own high school experience.

*BANG* I smirked as I flipped the guard onto the mat punching him as he went down. He was not as bad of an opponent as I expected when he challenged me this morning, but in the end I ended up winning. As always. I sighed as I watched him lay there out of breath, I just wanted something harder, something that would get my parents’ attention once and for all.

"Things end, but memories last forever." My weekend was sure to prove that. Even though the seniors of 2016 are in readiness to graduate we will most definitely miss these times consumed together. On top of my roof, we sat chattering about what we are going to do after senior year. We discussed about how May 21, 2016, would arrive way before we wanted it to come upon us; once that day comes, we will realize only then that we might never see everyone out of our class again. As we all were articulating about how college will be contrary, how we will study so much more, and how tough it really might be; we promised to never drift apart from the best friends that we are. Finally, two a.m. crept up on us, and we knew it was time to get some

When I was in middle school, all I could think about was college. I fantasized about going to my dream school, going away really far and being all on my own. At first I thought it would be terrifying, but after a while I soon began to think that it would be extraordinary, living a new life in a new city. My expectations about college would increase every time I thought about it. At the time, I recall that I wanted to attend New York University, to study child development so I can become a pre-school teacher. I enjoyed children very much and thought that, that would be my life after high school. But after a few years, my mindset about college altered. I no longer thought about going to NYU because I expected it to be a very challenging life

As the hallways emptied, the three girls gathered into Desiree’s blue saturn car. Ironically, though her car was beat up, she had managed to dress in only the best and most expensive clothes items. Many were skeptical of her work ethics, and the fact that her bag cost more than her car, but her friends were not. She had always been brutally honest so her friends never questioned why she would never wear the same outfit twice.

“Life’s never going to get simpler than being a teenager living with your mom. The world is yours for the taking and now all you have to do is seize the future with your head held up and your heart set toward the goal.” My mother told me this after I got the call from Chuck E. Cheeses asking when I could start the job. I would work thirty hours a week after holding coworkers shifts, while desperately trying to keep my grasp on a secure, successful education. I got another job at McAlister’s Deli working doubles every Saturday and Sunday; stayed up on school nights after work just to try and scrabble up a homework assignment, then I knew this couldn’t be my life after high school which pushed me to add some major modifications towards my high

After high school I wouldn't want to go straight to college if I didn't necessarily have to. I would want to take a year to travel and see the world. Yes it might be better to just go straight to college after high school but who would want to do that when you could travel for a year. I believe after high school you should give yourself a gift and travel take a break from school. Even going to see the world and see different places and cultures, before reality hits you like a truck. Everyone should travel before their to busy with work, school, and or even families at the time. Its good to take time off.

My tail swishes back and forth ready to pounce as I watch for her head. It’s my turn to scare her. I turn to my side and cough up a hairball. Now ready I pounce! She lets out a squeak and jumps back. Both Emily and her mom laugh as I jump back down. The game continues, “BOO!” she ducks back. “BOO!” She pops up again; after a few more times of my jumping up and scaring her, she tells something to her mother and she pulls out her phone. The game ended there. Again and again Emily peaked over the couch but I just sat there. Eventually I flop over earning a chuckle from the two of them ; her mother puts the phone away and Emily flops over next to me and pets my head. She grabs the little, blue, crinkly bear that I’ve named Steven and crunches

I am notorious for being clumsy. Sometimes I envision how my senior graduation will turn out, full of trepidation that I will trip on stage as I am approaching my principal to receive my diploma. Regardless, I realize that as the number of days left in high school decreases, it does not matter what happens on stage; all that matters is that I am finally graduating. OR

As I embark upon my senior year of high school, I look back on these experiences and appreciate the challenges that I had to face. I am a strong believer in the idea that the way you were raised impacts who you are when you grow up. I know now that I am who I am today because of the mountain that I climbed, the lessons that I learned, the problems that I had to solve on my own. All the loads of laundry that I folded, light bulbs that I changed, and dinners that I made have helped me become someone who is self-reliant, independent, always willing to help, and one pasta-making

Going into high school didn’t give me the effect I was expecting. Instead of my usual indifference about life, I found a light at the end of the tunnel. My entire outlook was shifted from one point of the spectrum to its opposite. Everything I thought I knew had been revised in way. My experiences in high school have done a great job in shaping how I perceive the world. Freshman year is when I began learning about the real world.

It was only four years ago that I was transitioning from middle school to high school, and at the time, this was an enormous deal: not only did the coursework increase in difficulty, but the grades we earned counted for college. Although there were greater academic expectations and standards that we had to adjust to for high school, there were hardly any other notable changes. I still caught the city bus to school, my mom cooked dinner for our family, I continued my ath-letic pursuits, teachers shoved knowledge down my throat (some of which I regurgitated), and, perhaps the best part of it all, I hardly had to worry about anything except for taking care of business in the classroom.