Personal Narrative: My Essay In Western High

“I would be honored to invite Demetri Ford and his little sister, Tiana Ford, to the stage!”

Back in middle school around the 6th grade I was a bitter person. Having been hurt from past and present situations I was not keen on forming relationships with other people. I always kept to myself, never causing any trouble and sure to keep far from it by turning the other cheek. Then one day the student occupying the seat beside me mistakenly took my school pack believing it to be his own. I had only become aware of the mistake after he had begun leaving out the classroom’s door. Before he was able to reach the schools exit i managed to catch up to him; informing him of the mistake he made. With that brief encounter a small friendship began. Everyday afterwards the same student would spark a conversation with me before classes began. He

When I first started thinking about college schools I never thought about going to MSU or Ole Miss. I wanted to go to the bigger universities, but I knew I wouldn’t do well if I went there my first year. My high school did not prepare me enough for University, and I hadn’t decided on a major either. I choose East Central Community College (ECCC) as the school I would go to for many reasons, and when I got here I knew I made the right choice.

I was always told that things would change in highschool. You would meet new people, find new friends, and even discover a new class that amazes you. No one prepared me for what was going to happen Sophomore year though; no one saw it coming.

During this semester, I learned more about writing than I have throughout my whole high school career. The first thing we really covered was parallelism and that was probably the most used topic in all of our writing. To be completely honest I think this was the first time I had ever heard about parallelism and I still have no idea how to use it. We really focused on comma placement because in the beginning we were all just putting commas in random places, but now I feel as a whole we learned how to use them much more efficiently. We covered semicolons and where to place them, but still do not know how to use them either. During this semester I definitely improved my writing based on the fact that we wrote a ton, but I do not think my writing techniques have improved as much as I would’ve liked them to.

“I began learning long ago that those who are the happiest are those who do the most for others.” Booker T. Washington’s wise words accurately summarize what I learned throughout high school. I noticed that selfish people are the unhappiest and most discontent. In sharp contrast, I also observed that people who dedicate their lives to others are the most joyful and satisfied. People I admire tend to be selfless and servant-minded. I strive to mimic them, living with a selfless mindset. My special interests, talents, and unique experiences enabled me to make others’ lives better.

There I was, poised with the first draft of my masters thesis, ready to jack it under the rear wheels of my car so that I could vent my anger and frustration. Never had I felt this kind of undiluted rage in dealing with a piece of writing. As far as I was concerned, the first draft was complete and therefore the entire piece was finished; however, my thesis advisor didn’t quite agree with me. A less deranged friend of mine talked me out of repeatedly backing over my thesis, and convinced me that it didn’t really matter if I did leave tire marks on it because I had multiple drafts on my disk. But still, I knew that it would just feel so good to leave some tire tread on the paper.

I wake up early and stomp downstairs. I grab the oatmeal from the table and run upstairs. Someone knocks at the door. It’s Anna-Marie. “Go away!” I yell, but she opens the door anyway. I put my oatmeal on the night stand and hide under my covers. “ Cadence, you seemed like you were happy here and you were getting along with all the others. We can’t have you sneaking out all the time. I’m sorry but we have decided to send you to foster parents. You leave tonight to meet them.” She closes the door and I come out from under the covers. I pack my bags and I’m ready to go. I say goodbye to everyone and I hop in the taxicab and drive off.

During my searches for colleges to attend following my senior year of high school, WLC had come as a high recommendation from my older sister, Lauren, a current undergrad student at WLC.  At the time, I was looking to go into Digital Media as my major, though things have now changed.  At the time of my initial visit and admissions process I was quite impressed with the school and found it to be in my top 3.  I've been in the Lutheran church my whole life (WELS while in New York and LCMS after moving to Wisconsin) as well as attending private Lutheran school from grade school through high school, so it seemed like a natural continuation.  I loved the campus, small class size, and the general vibe I got from the visit.  However, at the time wanting to go into Media, I felt less enthusiastic about the

hen I first walked through Old Colony’s doors when I was a freshman I didn't know if my friends from my middle school were going to be there. Luckily a majority of my friends were accepted too but even if they weren't I was ready to make new ones. Freshmen year for me wasn't really nerve racking but I still had nerves because I was use to the middle school environment where I knew everyone but this was a totally different experience. The teachers that I was assigned to really helped with the middle school to high school transition and I am really thankful for that. Probably the best part of my freshman year was the exploratory program that I went through. There were a lot of shops that really caught my eye but the one that really stuck with

Not being adequate is a tough pill to swallow. For me wrestling was my life in high school. Nothing was more important being on the mat. Wrestling knowing at the end of the day that only you could stop yourself. It wasn't until i reached college and tried to make the leap for high school to college that reality sat in. I applied to San Francisco State providing film hoping to insure a scholarship. In return they told me that my skill weren’t at the level they need.

Growing up in a school where my classmates remained the same from Pre-K to 8th grade, I became accustomed to the people I was with every day. I had my own group of close friends as the years went by, and this prevented me from acquiring the skill of making new friends. When I went to high school, everything changed. I now did not have to walk in two straight lines to every class, worry if my name tag was not on, but most of all, I now had to make new friends.

6th grade: Bayushki Baya was really bad I’m not gonna lie, the reason why was because they were off key I couldn’t hear the guys, and they had no pitch I thought.

It was shocking to me, but this happened to me while in high school. Actually, I was in summer school, and I just didn’t feel like going to class. Well, someone hadn’t prepared for his oral report and my parents would’ve made me go to school if I had stayed home, so I planned to spend the day going to school but hiding next door at an empty vacant school (the school was an older section of my school, which was be torn down). I brought food, water, and some books to read and hunkered down at some old park benches hidden away from the world.

Growing up I was bullied a lot, for my weight, my name, my hair, anything the bullies could think of. The worst of these years was when I was in 5th grade; A girl in my class derided that she liked my one and only friend but didn't like me. My friend had stuck with me though all the bulling in elementary, however when the new girl came along she convinced my friend I was only holding her back. For the rest of that school year I didn't socialize with other students