Personal Narrative: My EGE Class

It was all downhill from elementary school. No, my grades didn’t drop and I didn’t become a street rat, but socially, junior high single handedly ruined my social life. But from before I even stepped foot on the premises, I was destined to an awkward, mute, and sidelined three years: seventh grade, eighth grade, and freshman year. My elementary school, Central Road, was made up of two groups of kids, those who would go to Carl Sandburg, and those who would go to Plum Grove; and my tight knit group of friends would be cut in half when it came time for the split. Although there was more than 100 students who would be moving on to one of these schools, I was one of only 20 who would be attending Plum Grove starting in the fall. Of course, my

Today was my first meeting with my tutee, Raul Campos, a freshman at Dixon Middle School. I met him during his third period class, a ELD class, but I didn't get a chance to sit down and talk with him until his fifth period English class. He was doing a Powerpoint presentation on Vincent van Gogh during his ELD class, and he was nervous about presenting because he doesn't know English that well. His teacher helped him out and asked him to repeat whatever he read on the presentation. That way, Raul looks at the words and gets and idea of what the words sound like. I had learned from one of my coworkers that Raul had come from Mexico about the year ago, so he was fairly new to the language. During fifth period, I had asked his teacher if I can work with a Raul and she was okay with it.

Unfortunately, part of my high school learning experience has been learning from my mistakes. During my sophomore year, I was put on a five day suspension from school because I failed a random drug test for marijuana. When this happened, it seemed as if my life stopped and ended. My parents were shocked, my teachers were shocked, and even I would have been shocked a few weeks before this happened. Going into tenth grade, my reputation at my high school was that of a quiet student with great integrity and that is how I had been perceived my whole life. As being looked upon as an introverted person I was always encouraged to interact with new people and make new friends. I did just that but then found myself associating with the wrong type of

I have learned several things as a reader and writer in this semester. My ENF class has help me to improve my reading and writing skill , become a better student, develop a process for reading and writing , and consider my future goals.

Prior to attending Algonquin college for my first year in the practical nursing program, I had a rather large break from my academic studies. Being out of school for over five years, I can’t say I remember the entirety of my experiences in English courses. What I do remember, and what stands true to this point, is that I am not very fond of English classes. From as far back as I can remember, I always struggled with spelling and grammar. Throughout elementary, secondary, and post-secondary school, English was always the one subject that I just couldn’t ace. English courses make me feel overwhelmed and anxious, as I know I am being critiqued on the one thing I am not good at.

Going to college is very uncommon within my family, not many of my family members have furthered their education with the college route. I thought going above and beyond others within my family and putting in the effort that goes along with college would really help me stand out from my family members. Most of my family have went straight into the workforce , straight out of high school with that being one of my options, that influenced me with the major of Production Agriculture due to the fact my family and I have been raised to run a farm. By doing the extra step and going through with college I believe my standpoint on running a farm will have a slight advantage then my other family members. Unlike most people in my family

Have you ever just wanted to accomplish something, but you were just too lazy? Well, that was my case. It all just started in the beginning of 7th grade. It was fun and all, but then, P.E. started, I wasn’t used to the running and social activities at all. It was very difficult at the beginning of 7th grade but it got easier after a few weeks passed. But then, my P.E. teacher, Mrs. Gavello, warned her class that the mile was going to be in a few weeks. When I heard the news, I literally went on the ground and cradled myself saying “I’m not going to do good, I’m not going to do good, I’ll fail.”

I received my semiofficial eleventh/twelfth grade schedule and attended my classes as normal. I had to do double the work unlike the other students. I had to take English III and English IV, Chemistry and Physics, Algebra 2 and Advance Math, and lastly American History a total of seven core classes. But then remember I couldn’t take that World History until the summer. So having all those classes, at first I was a tad overwhelmed but I got over it, I saw it as a challenge. When teachers seen I was taking double core classes they questioned me and doubted me except a couple. One those teachers was my English IV teacher, she was very humble and the type of teacher everyone goes to when they have a problem. I was not that open with teachers as

My high school years were going well the first three years since I came to the United States from Nepal in 2012. I was able to adjust enough through this transition although I confronted some difficulties as it was a new experience for me. I was focused on my goal; however, I struggled after we moved to Chesapeake from Norfolk at the end of September, 2015. It was the beginning of my senior year in a new school. There wouldn't have been much difference if the school system was the same, or if we hadn't moved suddenly in middle, but The classes here run everyday whereas Norfolk has an A-B class system. When I came here, I realized that I had a lot to make up for my AP classes, it was a challenge. The first day of school was a disaster for me,

At this new school, NOBODY spoke to me, and I felt isolated. Being a confident person, as well as a social butterfly, I tried to insert myself into multiple groups of people, and I was continually shutdown; nobody would have me. This realization was genuinely shocking, I mean, I thought there would be at least 1 person! Not to be boastful, but I was relatively popular at my old school, so I had thought I’d be accepted. This ended up being humbling and for the best, in lack of a social aspect I resolved to focus more on my studies, and starting into grade twelve, I realized that I can do whatever I set my mind to (within realistic boundaries). This path required going back and redoing three years of coursework at the university level, because I had taken everything at the college level. Although this path may seem daunting and/or troublesome to many, it has never appeared that way to me, because I like to learn, and this was the only tunnel that had university at the end of

For four long years I felt as if my high school was in a different world in of itself. I had spent that time interacting with an extensive amount of groups, or “cliques”, and getting to know what they do. Through my experiences, I had begun to realize what made this “subculture” high school of sorts run like it did. High school is an incredibly dynamic time for people, and I had changed as a person dramatically from my freshman to senior year. Like many, my freshman year was quite awkward, as remnants of my middle school self remained with me. As time went on, how, I talked to more people and grew out of my passive and shy personality. This did not just randomly happen without reason though. I began to learn and realize who I was and whom I enjoyed talking to in school, which explained why I spent so much time socializing with multiple kinds and groups of people. Everyone’s concept of “normal” was different, and high school was where I learned that lesson and will never forget.

High school is a time of experience, masked by sporadic worries and tides of triumphant victories. Much like my elementary education, my freshman year at the Philadelphia High School for Girls was at best mediocre, filled with the typical seven-hour academic cycle. I was stuck in the routine of going to school, completing my homework, going on Facebook and repeating. I decided to take an academic risk and challenged myself by transferring to Central High School with the support of my friends and family. Immediately, I was struggling to adapt to a new academic curriculum. For example, I was having trouble pacing myself with note-taking, and as a result, my grades began to plummet. Coming from a relatively small student body at Girls High, I

Years later when I started high school I knew it was only a matter of time before I would have to choose another path. It was such an overwhelmingly negative environment, and an extremely toxic place to be, especially 5 days a week. Everyone was always at each other’s throats, always trying to get under each other’s skin. Rumors were constantly being passed around by anyone and everyone, some of them particularly vicious. Even being the quiet, human doormat that I was, I was still targeted. Call me paranoid, but there were times that I felt like everyone in the world was against me. Feeling ostracized left me feeling anxious and unhappy, making me dread school every day. I wasn’t excited about learning, and I definitely wasn’t excited to spend the next

Going to high school is where life begins. We tend to go through the worst things in school and sometimes it may really affect us throughout our teenage stage. For me there was always three things that really played a major part in my life. It was very hard for me to fit in with most people my age at school. I never seemed to understand why I couldn 't be like them, do the things they did, or even wear the close the wore. I felt like I wasn 't good enough or pretty enough. I even struggled with finding friends. I thought I had “true friends,” but instead, they all turned there back on me. Then my feeling and emotions came along the way and made things even worse. Although everybody has to go through things to learn, I always wondered why.

High School the birthplace of maturity, and lifelong friendships. It was a pleasantly sunny August day in the city of Bakersfield. For me the day was nowhere near pleasant. However as it was my first day of being a ninth grader, or a freshman as they would say, the feelings of anxiety flourished inside of my body, as if billions of butterflies were in my stomach. I arrived at my high school around six in the morning, I was amazed with the vast area around the school, and then became very intimidated as I saw crowd of students in front of the cafeteria. I turned to my mother who is a very understanding person and said, “I don’t want to get out of, the car can I stay here?”. My mother replied with “You said the same thing with Junior High, it will be fine text me what time you get off.”. With that I made my way toward the crowd.