Personal Narrative: My At Arlington High School

Elections were held and I was elected President of both clubs. Ecstatic, I felt that this year would be different. The sponsors seemed eager to help us accomplish many things while doing their best for the school. As NJHS President, I could influence top students in the school, but as S.G. President, I could accomplish much more, or so I thought. Immediately, I asked students

On April 26, 2017 I was made eighth grade secretary. Last year Mrs. Trimble, our advisor, just had us in her advisory. Thirty minutes a week to organize immense school functions for a little over one-thousand students wasn’t enough time, imagine that. This year we have student council as an elective class, so we are allowed more time to do what we need to. This is extremely nice because we have a lot to do as a board. Student council positions in high school can open up opportunities to apply for scholarships and prepare you for future jobs. Soon enough, I’ll start thinking about those possibilities, but all the worry is worth

I have always been in love with the game of softball. I love all the competition and the thought of working at it brings joy to my heart. I could always go to the field to get my mind off things and just focus. But in May of 2015 my life changed and I had a whole new mind set on everything.

When I lived in North Carolina in 2012, I lived in a small school within a tight nit community. From day one I felt as though I didn’t belong, and the ones who made me feel most out of place were my teachers. My teachers told me to leave and go back to Maryland because if i stay I would fail. I couldn’t believe teachers would say that I was so shocked. My teachers rarely attempted to help me with my work as if I was unteachable because I didn’t learn as fast as everyone else.

The first quarter has been a rocky road from the beginning, I have had many ups and many downs. I still hadn’t grasped what I needed in order to be successful. My original goal was to receive all “A’s” on my first report card. Of course that has proven to be a tad bit difficult because of the amount of work that I have to try to balance. That was not the problem it’s just the keeping up part that is what’s bugging a bit. Honestly, I just need to sit back, relax, and think about how I got here. There has to be some reason why I am here in the first place because I don’t know how I did it. I’m here now and there is nothing to stop me from achieving success, my motivation is my grandfather and I will in fact make him proud.

Living in Small town located in the Central Valley in state of California. I began my freshman year in 2012 at the Avenal High School. My first day of class and everything seemed to be new for a fourteen years old teenager with big expectations about his future education .Dealing with new people and teachers that I did not back time, I go used to them. Attending to school seemed to be easy when it is not, but also it is not hard if you have determination and discipline. I can tell that I have not fallen my none of classes. There was moment when I got lower grade because I have not been paying attention to the lessons that the teacher was teaching to the class. The mistake of getting lower grade did not make a weak student. I learned to

Our family lived in wheaton I went to highschool there it was called wheaton high school. Although I was really good at football it was not my favorite sport I loved baseball and track I ran the 100 and 220 yard sprints also I ran low and high hurdles,the long jump and not to mention I was a 4 time sprint champion.In football at the highschool I scored 75 touvhdown and kicked 82 extra. I did not want to go to college because they did not offer college scholarships red father said “he was set on my going.” One of my neighbors convinced me to go to the university of Illinois. In my first game playing on the varsity team I scored 3 touchdowns my longest one was 65 yards all the people that watched me play said I had great speed dodging and change

You would have never thought that life could fall apart and then come back together just in a blink of an eye, could you? You’re right, no one could ever thought of that, because it never happens. One day everything is fine and moving smoothly and then it just all suddenly explodes with everything being destroyed. It was all just like any other normal day, nothing exciting happens, nothing entirely bad happens, just completely still and normal. I, Natalie Price, am a senior at George Mason High School, North Carolina and I’m going to be graduating in 4 months. Being towards the end of my high school years, I’ve been a little stressed trying to rush and push my school work to get done, but with just one phone call my stress levels are going

When I first stood at the bottom of the B-building stairs on August 19, 2013, almost every sixth grader was anxious. We were all waiting for the three-chime bell, and when it did ring, we all stampeded up the stairs like a herd of elephants. But I don’t think that it had ever come to me or any of my peers that change would hit every student, including myself at fifty miles per hour and as loudly as the sound of our feet running up the stairs.

In 2014 I began attending Chase High School. I would always joke about how I would be the one to get lost and hide in a locker until three o’clock but when the first day rolled around I wasn’t nervous because I knew most of the seniors and I was on the volleyball team. I loved my freshmen schedule, I had classes with all of my friends, I liked most of my teachers and best of all I had first lunch. Volleyball season was starting off decent, we hadn’t won any games but we were having fun and I was a starter. After about three games into the season the JV team was practicing one day in the AUX gym and that is when my volleyball season took a turn for the worst. We were practicing our hitting lines and it was my turn to hit, the setter set me up but they pushed the ball too far back and

Despite the fact that I was too young to remember anything that I occurred on that day, going to Stuyvesant High School, I’ve heard many personal stories from alumnus and teachers. Every year on September 11th, our school would have a moment of silence for the people that suffered in this tragic incident, for the innocent people in the building, for the courageous people who tried to help out. In our school newspaper, “The Spectator”, there was this article describing the franticness and the anxiety that the student and faculty felt that day. I’ve imagined myself in this situation and I often don’t know how I would’ve reacted. There is always this sense of unsettling feeling inside of me whenever I think of it. I want to volunteer at the 9/11

Personal growth is inevitable for a teenager going through high school. As much as my freshman year self didn’t want to admit it, I knew walking into the doors freshman year that my life, and myself, were going to be different when I left Lowell High School. Throughout my high school career I watched myself change, becoming more confident in myself and more curious about the world around me, but unable to pinpoint why that change was happening. I still had the same friends, did the same sports, and had the same hobbies as I had all throughout high school. After some deep reflection, I realized that I didn’t just wake up one day, suddenly more grown up and mature. It happened slowly throughout my junior year. And why it happened? Junior year

I am currently in my Sophomore year at Loveland High School. I have been working hard toward saving money for my own car so that I am able to commute to work and school. I currently have my temps but will be able to receive my drivers license on my birthday in January. I have ran the idea past my mom of buying a second car for Catherine and me to use. Although, with the financial circumstances we are currently in we can not afford to pay for a second car with just her income alone, as it is far too expensive. This is why I am working hard to make some extra money. I currently have about $1200 saved and I can not work during the school year because of my academic involvement. If i only work during the summer it will be quite difficult for

As President, I have more sway and responsibility than ever, and I’ve worked to completely overhaul the club for the better. Even though I’m writing this in October, I’ve already lead the club in creating a program called the Kindness Kloset where students in need can come pick up a variety of hygiene products, and I even brought the program into the Sullivan County Public Library so that the whole community could involved by donating items. We also threw out fundraising where students were required to go out and sell products in favor of hosting events, like Daddy-Daughter dances and Mother-Son game nights, that not only raise funds for the club but also help bring families together. As I type this, we’re gearing up for the third annual Trick-or-Treat Canned Food Drive, where we expect a bigger turnout than ever. I’ve become the confident face of the Sullivan High School Key Club, and I’m just getting

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this