Personal Narrative: Life After High School

I could see her face trying not to laugh at my accent, I never felt so embarrassed in my whole life, but at least she did not ignore me, she replied with a smile and said “yes”. Well what a great start to my day, as I walked into the building I saw a seemingly endless line to nowhere, but as I got in line a person tapped my shoulder. I immediately turned around thinking it was the girl again, however, it was just another student, he was a tall guy, however, he did not look like he played sports, he was really scrawny, and with a surprised look at his

Contemplating back on my high school journey, I began to recognize and appreciate the life changes I experienced and the imperative lessons I learned throughout those four years. If I had to choose several words to describe my high school experience, I would begin with eventful, challenging, and memorable. High school afforded me many experiences that continuously led to stressful and challenging encounters. Being involved with the Ambassador Program and the National Honor Society was one of the greatest decisions I made in high school. Both clubs provided me with numerous life-changing opportunities that will continue to have an impact on me for a lifespan.

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

I almost pass out. I go back to the real world and head to my seat. The teacher said that we were going to get a new student last week, but I didn’t think much of it. In the class, the seats are arranged in pairs of two. Jane was sitting alone. The second bell rung and the class quieted down and waited for Mrs. Flaherty to do the attendance. It turns out, the person that I was assigned to’s grandmother had passed away on the previous Friday, and today was her funeral. After the teacher finished the attendance, she looked at me and said. “Hey Holden, why don’t you sit next to Jane? She’s new, and needs someone to sit with. And since Adam’s out, you need someone to sit with.” Jane picked her head up and she looked at me with delight. I could tell she was really excited, because she slightly twitched her nose. She has been doing it since she and I were kids. I sat down next to her, and we chewed the fat for two minutes before class started. Every time we talk, she kills me. She always has an new, interesting story every time we see each other. After Mrs. Flaherty taught us a third lesson on plagiarism, we went up to get a worksheet about plagiarism that was to be completed before the end of class. I sat back down with Jane trailing. We get started and one of the school’s many jocks threw an eraser at the

Looking back at my high school years I would say it was not easy. I was not the person I am today, I was careless and dull. I wasn't concerned about my standards or entity. The start of high school is the most critical year that will set your GPA for the future. Raising your GPA will not be an easy thing to do. As for me I had started out with a moderate GPA, but throughout the rest of my high school years I had to work very hard to bring it back up.

Waaaaaaaaaaa coming from the hallway, the teachers all came out of there rooms were they were teaching. What happened said Mrs. Perry? I was running and i tripped over my shoes lace. Then there were kids down the hall screaming at each other. What the heck said Ms.

I stepped into Mrs.Swartz’s 2nd grade class and I was frozen because,none of my friends were in her class.Just a ton of strangers.On the outside it may have looked like I was calm,but in the inside I was going all over the place,and I was so scared.There were name tags with cute apples on them,and all I could think was”Oh great,I have to sit next to a boy.”There was this girl in my group that seem a little hyper.Well,maybe more than a little hyper she was like “Hey!What’s your name!” and I whispered in a shy voice”Dinara.”Then I asked her and she said “Bri.”

Always my seat. And she was of course, staring at me. I noticed during class the little things she does. Push her hair back, grabs and twists her ears until they turn red, picks at her spotless fingernails and scabs on her hand until they bleed. Usually this is when she tells the teacher she has to clean up the mess she’s made. You’ll be lucky if you see her in that class after one of those, otherwise she disappears into the walls of the school, her body receding, swallowed by the colours in the area. This happened day after day, one day after another. The crowd of people would disappear when I would look at her. The other kids I mean. Her eyes the Gatorade ones. They would just stare at me. Look at me and stare right at my face. The look she gave me was usually vacant. Occasionally she would let her emotions spill out like paint spilling on a fresh clean paper. I would see the glass inside of her, the real girl, the shattered one the one who didn’t live to shop, hang out with her friends, squeal over guys. The one who truly believed she was broken, she wasn’t safe and no one could help her anymore. But just as quickly as it came it would disappear like the a fault or glitch in the system. She would go back to the standard usual glacial look and quickly avert her gaze. I would just sigh. We never actually interacted, until the day she came up to

One day you’re gonna hear about my sucsess at the Olympics. This essay will provide information on my life as a grade nine student. Firstly, I will provide basic information about who I am. After that I’ll explian my phisical attributes such as height and facial characteristics. Leading up to the end of my essay I plan to inform you of some of my hobbies and maybe even a few things I have experienced in my life so far.

Last school year was a crazy one. Lots of different things going on, good and bad. I'm usually a C and D grade type of student. School has never been easy for me, i figured it just wasn't for me. I started to give up and not care about school, i stopped doing my work, i let my grades go down and it was bad. I had about 5 Fs, the rest were mostly D’s and C’s. My best friend Erika is an honor student, all AP classes and straight A’s in every single report card. Her parents were so proud of her, we were all so proud of her. I wondered how that felt and told myself that if i try hard enough i can do it too. So i got my act together. it wasn't easy but i was really trying, i started to do my work, i studied like crazy and talked to my teachers more. All in all i dint get to straight A’s but i got to all B’s and maybe two C’s. i was proud, my mom was proud and my best friend was too. My GPA got a little higher and it was all great.

The lady tells me about the school and where to go, she shows me the directions to go to my dorm. I walked a long way to a door. I breathe in a deep breath. Shaking I opened the door slowly and see a girl about my age sitting on a bed. I swallow the lump in my throat and speak up.

I retry my combination lock number so many times and the less students I see in the hallways, they are going into their class. Eventually, it open, I hurry to put my stuff away and went to my homeroom class. Turning red when I saw everyone already sitting down. Realizing there were assigned planners on tables, so I had to find my seat. There were a few empty seats, so I have to look and check which one is mine. When I was walking around I was so nervous, I could feel my face heating up and turning from my fair skin to a tomato. “Karina, your seat is right there.” Mr.Nelson, my teacher, said. I was relieve. Looking around to see who was in my class, some familiar faces and some not; but I did see this one girl who I use to talk to in 3rd grade, Sarahi, she also did not have anyone she knew of, so we became friends.

As, we were pulling up to the school, I thought to myself, “You can do this Karrilyn.” So, I grabbed my bag and walked toward the front office. When i stepped into the office ,I was greeted by a lady who said, “Hi, how may I help you?.” I told her, “I am new here and don't know where my classes are located.” Then, another lady asked for my name and if I had my schedule and, she points out the number of buildings. I told her thank you and began to make my way toward the 300 building.

We arrived at school, and it was called Bret Harte. The school looked huge from the outside, with a long fence surrounding the school, and a glass front door. My legs felt shaky, and I was even more paranoid! My family and I walked to room 28, waiting for me to take a step in my classroom. As I walked in the classroom, my parents and siblings waited outside the door. As I stepped inside the classroom, I met my teacher. Her name was Mrs. Berg, and she had bright red hair. "Hi, nice to meet you Armani!", surprised how she knew my name I said, "Hi", in a shy voice, and she giggled. "Take a name tag on the desk,

"Uh yeah?" I ask confused with why a totally hot stranger is talking to me. "I just transferred here and I 'm not sure where my class is its room 201 do you know where it 's at"? I start to think where that class is. "Whose the teacher?" I ask "ms. Peterson" I smile "oh you got that evil old hag I have her class too just follow me" I turn and start heading off to the class I can 't stop smiling. "Thanks uh what 's your name"? I hear him say, I turn and smile at him "yeah no problem oh and it 's Audrey what about you?" It 's silent for a good five seconds "chase" walking backwards facing him I say " nice to meet you chase"