Personal Narrative: My Education And Mountain View High School

The day was a bright one an exciting one, I was ready to take on the world, the world being this year of school and the year as whole. It was my sophomore year in Skyview high school and thus far it was going splendidly. My grades were great, my physical condition was better than it had been in years, and I was ready for wrestling to start.

It was a typical normal day during sophomore year as I and Kevin were normally having a conversation in the hallways of Neuqua Valley High School during a five minute passing period after class. After walking from the d-wing to the b-wing we just happened to look down at the ground and for a moment we were shocked of what we had found and couldn’t believe our eyes there were three one hundred dollar bills just lying there for the taking so I picked it up and looked at it and we took it for our taking because who wouldn’t like to find three hundred dollars I looked at kevin and said “ We need to get to class, but let’s meet up after school and split the money”. I held on to the money for the time being or at least after class. We met after class

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.

Clear Lake High School, I read that from my window car, the dance class is waiting for me. I roll my eyes, yes, it is those days when the only thing that you would lean at the pillow and look at the wall thinking and how your future is going. I heard my mom's music, halleluiah, my mom has goods likes at the music. I stared to mutter the lyrics when it came to my mind. "I find a new reason for me, to changes who I used to be". Finally, the red-light changes to green and my mom left me at the mean door of the place that is close to the martyrdom. I stared to walk across the hallways. Looking at al the trophies that my school has. I had to admit how cool my school is.

Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will

“Fight, fight, fight,” was the chant that so often filled the halls of West Monroe High School. The teachers heard it every time but always hid in the teacher's lounge for fear of being attacked. This was the legacy of WMH, fights, student riots, and terrified teachers.

Before I attended Hudson’s Bay High School I was part homeschooled, this meant I only went to school 3 times a week. However, I’m thankful I switched to being a full-time student at Bay because it introduced me to “the real world”. The public-school life was a unique experience for me since it introduced new friends and opportunities that were not available at my old homeschool. I was able to join four different sports, attend Cascadia Technical Academy, engage in student leadership programs like NHS and SALT, and finish my high school credits with Running Start. Participation in these activities has better prepared me for my future of shaping me to become an engaged and experienced adult, and with the aid of this scholarship I can complete

Everyone has to face a hard decision in their lifetime. Some are just a yes or no decision some are life changing decisions. One of my hardest decision in life was to either go to Westlake High School or Saint Ignatius.

The sun had just set on a chilly November evening in Mountain House, the sky was transitioning to dark black, as we Interactors set out into the neighborhood to collect donations for our first Thanksgiving Food Drive. Within 90 minutes we had collected nearly 200 pounds of nonperishable food, achieving a remarkable feat. It was then donated to Second Harvest Food Bank, a local charity in Modesto, CA. From there, the donations were distributed to families in need, helping them complete their Thanksgiving dinners.

I started my college education at Chandler-Gilbert Community College, then to GCU. My passion to help others was evident in the classroom resulting in my professors recommending that I became a tutor at the college’s learning center. I worked there for three semesters tutoring math and science. In addition, I volunteered at Chandler Regional Medical Center where I accumulated over 300 service hours working in the post-anesthesia care unit (PACU). After earning my bachelor’s degree, I was offer a position to work in the CV-ICU at Banner-University Medical Center. I am also an RN supervisor at Southwest Behavioral

I climbed in the front seat, and we drove to the Santa Maria high school to pick up Roberto. The only thing i could think about was how did they found us and whats going to happen to us?As we got closer to the high school my heart started beating faster and faster. The officer drove in the parking lot and parked the car in front of the school and told me to wait for him while he went inside the school. a few minutes later the officer returned with Roberto by his side.my heart brook into a million pieces when i saw Roberto face as white as a ghost and tears in his eyes. the officer politely told Roberto to get in the car.the whole way back to bonetti ranch was silent

My time at Elk County Catholic High School is something that I will cherish for the rest of my life. I have made a large amount of memories throughout the past four years, especially on the sporting surfaces. I am upset about graduating in less than a month, but I am also excited to begin a new chapter in my life. I simply want to be remembered as a kid who made the most out oh his experience in high school. It has been my goal to keep good grades, along with having the most fun possible. This starts with spending time with my friends. I never pass on an opportunity to spend time with those whom I have made countless memories with since elementary school. I also made it a priority to play as many sports as possible. Sports in general are my

For the past four years at Vernon Hills High School, I have been engaged in various clubs and sports. Some of the clubs that I have been part of are FBLA, Interact Club, First Class, FMPA, String Projects, National Honors Society, and SPARK. Out of these extracurricular activities, I have been on executive board for the volunteering club, Interact, for two years. In this position I have been able to coordinate various volunteering opportunities such as organizing events to attend Feed My Starving Children, Bernie’s Book Bank, and more. From this club, I have been able to help students connect with their community and connect with their peers. Another leadership position that I have been involved in is First Class. In this club, students lead

During my junior year at South San Francisco High School, I took a chemistry course which turned out to be one of the most satisfying classes I’ve taken. The material was difficult for me to comprehend at times, for that reason I would often take advantage of my teacher’s open classroom at lunch. I went in after absences, before tests (which I conveniently took in the period after lunch), and for any issues I struggled on where the concept could not be explained during class time. I found that the sample problems and essay topics that the teacher provided when I went in were closely related to the ones on the actual test. This motivated me to continue to stop by, especially the day of the test; as well, I was able to form a bond with my teacher.

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