Personal Narrative: My Day At Stuyvesant High School

Growing up on the west side of Chicago, it was always about finessing to get where you wanted to go in life. You either play basketball, rap, or scam, and I don’t fit any of the mentioned criteria. I have only one way that will allow me to live the successful life I dream of, and that’s my education. I worked my hardest during elementary school just so I could be able to attend one of the top high schools in Chicago and only then was I accepted into Whitney M. Young Magnet High School, one of the top three high schools in the state.

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.

My pre-calculus teacher walked from the front of the white classroom with a thick stack of papers and hands me an overturned test - normally a sign of bad results. The packet lands on my desk with a thud and as I flip it over, I’m devastated by what I see. On this single math exam, I receive the worst grade I’ve ever had in a class - a 56. My first thought was that everybody failed and that we’d have the opportunity to correct the test. But as my partner receives his assessment back, I quickly realize I’m wrong.

My eyes repeatedly peered to the stands which had a crowd of at least four hundred students eagerly waiting as we were warming up. Observing the crowd I noticed the left side of the field was full of students in orange Parkview High School shirts while to my right students were in purple Brookwood High School shirts. It was the Lacrosse Region Championships between Parkview, the school I played for, and, Brookwood High School. Both of our schools were ranked top ten for biggest rivalries, we knew it would be a fight to win the most significant game for us.

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

Being in my third year of Bronx River high school I’ve had the opportunity to be apart of PGC, Peer Group Connection. Our main goal in the organization is to help new freshmen in our school to feel comfortable and safe to open up about any problems going on in school or at home. Recently in the Bronx, there has been a tragic stabbing at a local high school called “Urban Assembly School for Wildlife Conservation”. As a result “Matthew McCree and 16 year old Ariane Laboy were stabbed allegedly at the hands of 18-year-old classmate Abel Cedeno”. Myself and other PGC member facilitated group circle within 45 minutes discussing incidents of violence, both locally and across the country while asking essential questions on how we as students can help

While attending Judson High School in the beginning of my senior year, our advisory teacher Mrs. Evans

During my time at Sprague high school, I gained a lot of experience in the field of athletic training. Working in the high school setting gave me the opportunity to get more hands on practice, which is very important for an athletic training student. One thing I did notice is in the treatment center at Linfield, I found myself have to compete with all the other students to get cases, but in the high school setting it has been just one person working. Throughout my experience at Sprague I noticed great improvement within myself in regards to building confidence and knowing what kind of athletic trainer I want to be. I still have a lot to learn, but I feel my high school internship has set me in the right direction. I gained a lot of valuable contacts within the profession and got to learn from two of the best athletic trainers Kimo and Amy!

HIgh school has always been easy for me, and probably for the majority of people that have been through the school system in America. 20 years ago there wasn’t a such thing as a program like northland CAPS for high schoolers. Also 20 years ago you didn’t need a college degree to pursue most careers. For me I’ve always been a procrastinator, even the application I submitted to northland caps was late. I’ve always been comfortable talking in front of large crowds and I’ve always been comfortable with myself. However, I was tired of the traditional classroom as well. The repetivness of being in highschool learning the same material has the juniors did before you. I wanted to try something different my junior year, and I knew that there wouldn’t be very many juniors in this program making it a bigger challenge for me.

I believe it was Wednesday morning, around 9:30 am, partly cloudy, about 66 degrees Fahrenheit outside. I have a chemistry class at Laney College and I remembered I had a quiz that morning so I wanted to make sure I made it on time, because the quiz starts at the beginning of the class. I made sure I have everything like my wallet, book, backpack and my water bottle, the usual checklist. So I am off the class, and like always I lock the door right before I walk outside. Everything was going according to plan until it happened. I think my hands were full and I walked out my house, and realized I don’t have my car keys! I realized it almost right after I closed the door behind me, because the next thing I do is open my car...with my car keys.

When I entered Glenbrook South High School for my first day of freshman year, I was not excited to be back in school and I was definitely not ready to learn again. I remember the first class I had was English. As I sat in English, I recognized some people from middle school, but most of the faces were new to me. The teacher, I forgot her name, was very nice and welcoming. She asked us to pull out our “Of Mice And Men” books and asked someone to read the first page out loud. One of the students began to read out loud, and I followed along. After the first page was completed, she asked for a volunteer to summarize the page. No one volunteered so she picked from the attendance sheet. She picked me. I got nervous because I had no clue what was

It was a warm Thursday morning in June. I had been training all summer long with the Hilton Head High School Cross Country team. Every morning we would have to be at practice in Hilton Head Plantation at 7:00 sharp, if we were late, we had to run 4 miles plus what we had to run for practice. That day, I am so lucky that there was not any traffic, because if there was I would have been late. I arrived at practice, and there was one of my friends from school, Cal. He had told me he was going to come run with us over the summer for a while, but until then he hadn’t been at practice.

I attended 7th and 8th grade at Batavia Junior High School. That experience was very overwhelming because all the kids in grade schools were now in one school. During the fist six months of junior high was horrible for me. All the friends that I made in grade school separated into junior high clicks and I was forced to make new friends. I remember feeling alone for a while and didn’t fit into a specific group. Whereas my brother had all sorts of friends and seemed to enjoy this new experience. Junior high was also the time where I began to feel different from the other kids and realized that I was gay. I never told anyone how I felt and kept it a secret which only increased my isolation from other people. In 8th grade, I began to get

I was only five years old on September 11 and my classmates and I were unaware of the devastation our country was enduring. I remember that day well because not only was our country under attack, but our school had also been threatened. At lunch time on September 11, 2001, every student, teacher, and faculty member at Upward Elementary school was rushed outside because a bomb threat had been found in a girl’s bathroom on the fourth grade hallway. After hours of sitting outside, the threat was determined to be void of any potential harm and we were all able to return to our classrooms. This is when the teachers were informed about the terrorist attacks occurring around the country. I do not remember the way the teachers informed us of the tragedy, but I do remember the somber classroom as everyone was

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