Personal Narrative: Life After High School

I kept thinking for hours, staring at a blank white page.I started, stopped, reconsidered, deleted everything I’d written, and started again.Finally, I went to my mom for help. She asked me many helpful questions and helped me brainstorm on topics to write about. After hours of frustration and extensive thought, my first high school essay was complete...the rough draft, that is.

I feel sick when I wake up because my nerves are getting the best of me. I get up and pick out my cutest outfit. I'm scared that the people at this school won't like it because who knows what they'll say. As I'm getting ready I daydream about what could happen today at school. My father has already left for work by the time I was ready to go. My mother kissed my cheek as she handed me my lunch telling me little motivational things in my ear. I walk down to my corner to wait for my bus to come. There's a

It was that time of the year ,which was back to school, it was the day ,I got to meet my 8th grade teacher ,I was sweating and had butterflies in my stomach. It was coincidence to find my friend Sheyla at the parking lot. Sheyla said she has met her teacher ,but needed a few more supplies ,so she was just back from getting her last supplies. Sheyla’s family went with us to met my teacher ,and I was glad to see her because it was quite a while since I last saw her. Later, after we left Berkmar grounds,I went to Sheyla’s house and we hangout the rest of the day. It was the first day of school, usually I would be feeling nervous,but today I wasn't ,which was good because I didn't want have sweating hands and a racing heartbeat. I arrived at Berkamr and went straight to homeroom ,I found my seat and waited. My first day at school wasn't to bad because the only thing

After a grueling first quarter, I was completely miserable, with terrible grades, low self-esteem, and no end in sight. I was hanging on to the hope that there would be some epiphany moment, a moment where suddenly my writing soared, along with my grades. That change did happen, but not all at once‒ it began during the third quarter, when my teacher, Ms. Boynton, asked me to stay after class, along with five other students. She asked if we would each be interested in participating in The Atlantic and College Board Essay Contest, in which we would each submit an analysis of a famous American speech. I was truly stunned that she had chosen me over so many other students in the class, since I had felt so lost for so many weeks, but it was exactly what I needed as motivation to keep on improving my writing. As I worked closely with her on my contest submission and other class work, I came to realize how much she cared about me and wanted to help me succeed. With that being said, she never made it easy; she continually pushed me, knowing that I could always do better if I set my mind to it. Last September, I began her demanding course with the intention of purely surviving, not necessarily thriving, but that

The writing of my college essay was quite a process. Normally for me writing comes rather easy, I do not struggle putting my ideas on paper. At first I thought that this essay would be simple to do and not be very stressful. It turned out to be quite the opposite in fact, just brainstorming was a struggle for me. It was difficult for me to think about my life and how it is special. To me, the events that have shaped me do not seem that relevant, at 18 I had never really payed much attention to how certain things affected me, I just lived my life. eventually , with the help of Mary, I came to the realization that having my summer taken away from me due to a broken foot had really changed my life philosophy, it truly changed who I was and my outlook on life.

We reside in high school for four short years. To some four years seems a lifetime, but for a highschooler, four years couldn’t feel any shorter. And in my four years I can tell you what remained true; if you’re running late,take your time because you’re late either way and your gpa does not decide your destiny but most importantly, you are in charge of your future. These all turned out to be truths because we don’t know what we’ll be doing tomorrow, for some of us even in the next couple hours. Not having a 4.00 gpa doesn’t mean that you’re gonna spend your adult years scrubbing toilets at Mcdonalds. We spend so much time worrying about our futures and sometimes neglect the things that keep us sane. So I guess what i’m trying to say is that we all need to chill.

If someone would have told me five years ago that I would be going to college to become a teacher, I more than likely would have laughed right to their face. I have nothing against teachers it just never seemed like a career, that I would purse and enjoy. I actually did not plan on going to college because I honestly had no idea what I would pursue in college. I did not make a final decision about my career path until my last year of high school. I just had too many things going on in my personal life to even think about my life after high school.

The school bell rang as students were eager to leave either to hang out with friends or just go home after a long day at school. Students from every direction rushing to their cars or trying to catch the bus was usually an everyday seeing. Some staying for after school tutorials or even after school clubs. Others not realizing that reality is about to hit us as our final school year is coming.

Walking to the bus stop that morning was difficult, but exciting at the same time. I was soon going to be at the high school for my first day. I knew that it was just an orientation, but I was still nervous. I don’t have any older siblings so taking my first step into the school was like a step in the dark, I had no idea what high school would actually be like. Little did I know that high school would change the way I view life, school, and grades.

I just turned in an 8+ page paper! I need some ice cream. And a hot bath. I am seriously in awe that I did it. I dreaded this day since the start of class. Actually, I dreaded the 5-page essay because I didn’t know I would be writing a longer one. I need to stop looking at it since it’s too late now, but I keep noticing little things I wish could change. My daughter just asked how I felt and told me that looking after submitting will only make me sad. Instead I will reflect on the letter I wrote to myself in January. I knew when I signed up for this class it was going to be tough. My first class in twenty-five years! I was nervous and excited at the same time. I remember saying in my introduction discussion that I was “somewhat” excited to in the class.

Bbrriiinngg! The alarm clock rang as I woke up to see sunlight pouring in through my bedroom window the day had finally arrived the first day of school I spent so much time worrying over this one day I got out of bed got dressed and had breakfast I was very anxious about starting a new school in a new state as I shove the last bite of cereal into my mouth I started to worry what if nobody liked me how could I make it through the year I had to stop thinking about everything that could go wrong and start thinking about the below opportunities when my dad pulled up to the front of the school I felt like I had a million little butterflies fluttering in my stomach I got out of the car and walked to the big black metal doors shining in the sunlight

When I was young, I did a lot more seeing than speaking. I was considered a dream child - so quiet, so calm, such a pleasant student. I learned that it was easier to be a wallflower. To attain great grades rather than be yelled at. I grasped that if I was as close to perfect as I could be, my life would be as easy as the circumstances would allow. And to give myself an advantage, I practiced observing others. I knew would be most beneficial to befriend, who was troubled, who was mad, and who was something I could only wish to be: Average.

11 days past before I got the worst news of my life. Megan was in a car accident that ended her life. She was only 15 years old. She died on March 20, 2016. The next day was the first day of school I missed all year. I didn’t cry, I just wished someone was wrong. I was in denial. That was the day I felt the most alone. The next few days I sat at lunch alone. Went to my classes without her, and even tried smiling to hide the pain. I felt broken without any support. I only wanted to get the feeling of sadness out of my system. So I studied and I wrote essays and did so much work, I ended up with my first 4.0 that quarter. I knew It would have made Megan proud. At her funeral, I spoke about how smart she was, and how funny she made me laugh every single day, even if she was having the worst day of her life. My life got a kick in the behind after I lost my best friend. It made me realize that I am human and the world is cruel. I understood that life is short and I need to be the best I can be at all times because what if tomorrow is our last day here. My life has a different outlook, not for me, but for what Megan's could have looked like. Everyday I remember why I want to become a

I awoke on an early morning, my mother tugging on me. I ask, "What are you doing?" in a tired voice. She replied, "Get ready, Armani!" That's when I remembered, that today was the big day, where I would go to school for my first time. In a hurry, I jumped out of my bed and put on my clothes. I've never seen my parents so happy before, and I was confused why. I wasn't quite sure what "school" was, but I knew it was a place where kids like me went and I will learn things. Thinking about it, scared me on how my experience was gonna be for the first time in my life.

It was a bright and beautiful summer day in May. I will never forget anything about this day and the remarkable things that happened on this day. The birds were chirping and you can smell sunscreen in the air. School had just gotten out about a week ago. I was finally considered a sophomore. My best friend Angel at the time had stayed the night at my house the night before. She was constantly at my house, it was almost as if she lived there. My phone vibrated and woke me up, it was about 12 o 'clock in the afternoon. There was a text from my mom saying that her and my dad were going to Charleston, South Carolina to look at new furniture to get for our house. Then I got a separate text from my Dad saying to clean the house to keep us busy and if we were going to go anywhere to text him or my mom and let one of them know. Of course I responded saying “okay I will.” But if you know me, you know that I’m pretty lazy especially during the summer when it’s hot outside. So I really wasn’t in the mood to be cleaning. It was something I knew I had to do though so of course I forced myself to get the motivation and get out of bed.