Personal Narrative: Life After High School

Slightly leaning on one side and his right leg out a bit more than his left. Later that year Patrick was transferring to another school to teach first grade so Kyle gave him his number and that was that. Later, about a year, Patrick learns that Miss Joskins was cheating on Kyle with this lawyer who had a 'better personality'. He ended up texting Patrick a week later after they broke up. Kyle asked Patrick on a date and now, as you can see,

By the end of the week detention was getting so absolutely frustrating I felt like breaking the teachers neck every time I heard her exhale. I practically sprinted out of the school and smiled a little to myself knowing I would no longer have to suffer through more detention. "Wanna help me out at the shop?" Vince asks as I walk into the house, I shrug "okay why not" I say filling him out to his car, "I think Gia's scared of me" I say making Vince chuckle a little. "She's not scared she's just

All around the world there are overweight kids who get picked on daily. On January 9, 2007 I weighed 322 pounds, at the age of 14. Life to me was all about being an all American by eating cheeseburgers from fast food restaurants and maintaining good grades. Good grades allowed me to receive money from my parents, where I would go purchase burgers every day after school. During physical education I was never chosen to be on anyone’s teams because I was considered slow and dead weight. No one wanted

Some people fracture a bone in their body; some break the same bone twice. A few rupture a bone from slipping on a rug. I happen to be one of the very few for whom both of these scenarios are true. Between the ages of five and seven, my parents enrolled me in a gymnastics class because I loved to tumble and twirl. I knew how to execute everything a little gymnast aimed for: a cartwheel, a handstand, and splits. I always tested my limits with the dream of getting to the Olympics. So, as any athlete

neat, I check my clothes, wash my hands and as i’m walking out one of the girls from first period walks in she mean mugs me and bumps my shoulder a little, I would have said something but it’s my first day and I don’t want that impression at this school,but she get her day. As I walk back to class a honey-brown girl walks by and smiles, then ask if i’m the new girl, I tell her yea, then she said welcome to bluford and she likes my style. I tell her thanks and then we both go on our

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

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 Regardless of what takes place on stage, all that matters is that I am finally graduating. As the number of days left in high school decrease, the more valuable they become. Senior year will be full of “the last.” This year will be the last chance to watch a

of another school day...setting off the silent timer situated within my head. I ignore the all too familiar sensation and quicken my pace ‒ time has started. Incapable of driving me to school and opposing public transportation, my father arranged for me to carpool with an old middle school classmate. An informal agreement was arranged, I would be picked up at 6:40 am (so as to arrive at school by 7 and give his mom enough time to tend to her ) and be taken home immediately after school: my classmate

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. After training I usually had advanced chemistry, which meant learning how to make bombs and poison, but for some reason Mother and Father had allowed me a free day to do as I please. Which, frankly, scared me, as ever since I was little I have had the same

out of my chest.I don’t wish to be here, why am I here. I may gyrate straight away, GO! GO! GO! The thought goes through my head. Panic fleeing going through each of my nerves in my body. My senses strain, each sensation raised multiple. The high school buildings tower over the Pine Tree State, shadows stretching out, engulfing the vacant yard. The place was thus massive. The scholars stare at Pine Tree State, eyes burning holes in the Pine Tree State. Feeling like i'm walking out of a room when