Personal Narrative: My Experience At Pekin Community High School

I was told in the 4th grade that school will get harder and harder, I was told that middle school and high school will get harder than elementry school.

I didn't see her at all for weeks until one day I was in the main town of our area, a few miles away from our own town. She was just finishing loading her shopping into her car when by chance I walked past her. We had our usual small talk about my family, college and the local football team I played for.

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

It just made things easier for the bullies and things worse for me. Louis and I remained in Wildcats East. I was afraid and sometimes I never wanted to go back. I thought the bullying would have stopped. Now that I am not in school anymore, I feel safer, not threatened or bullied by anyone much anymore. Pretty sad I tell you how school life had to turn out the way it did.

We had a good time and she seems to be doing well. She told me that she started an "adult transition school" and is learning life skills and doing volunteer work with her class. She said that her class volunteered at Walgreens stocking shelves recently. My beautiful Abbie was so sick with the flu and a fever this past week, but is doing better now. My Gracie pie is working hard and Carla and I were suppose to FaceTime her the other night, but Carla has been so sick with a bad cold this week (she is doing a lot better today) that we weren't able to call her and hope that we can call her

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

Being a student at Washington Community High School, I put forth my best effort to involve myself in academics, athletics, school clubs, and volunteer work. During my freshman year of high school, I committed myself towards music to a great extent. I performed in the marching band, the Jefferson and Wilmor Contemporary Music Project bands, the Symphonic Winds top concert band, and the pep band. In addition to music, I competed in several athletic activities, including cross country and track. Furthermore, I participated in a considerable amount of school-sponsored clubs such as the Student Council, the Freshman Executive Board, the Washington Leadership and Community Service Club, the Spanish Club, and the Mathletes Team. Throughout my

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 in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

It was 11:00 AM, a brisk cold morning, on January 12, 2016. I was on my way to the basketball game I had, and I was nervous. Nothing new to me though, because I am always nervous before a sporting event, but this was a special one. This was the game that decided our season. I always talk to my dad before the game about what he wants to see me do, and he told me, “Act like a leader to your teammates so they will trust you with the ball, and even a clutch shot, also they will all have a good attitude no matter what happens”

Entering college, straight out of high school was a new and difficult transition for me. I wasn’t used to the systems and rules in college, because compared to high school they are drastically different. Christina was very helpful in that new transition and I am glad she was. Christina knew how difficult adjusting to a new environment would be and she made it a million times easier. She would spend the time to go over what classes I needed to take. She would help me make decisions that I couldn’t make by myself. She was always available to meet with me and answer my questions, whether it was at an advising appointment or through email.

This interview had to be the most difficult to schedule. The administrator that I interviewed was Mrs. Kate Thornton, the Vice Principal at Chapman high School. Mrs. Thornton is also the activities coordinator for Chapman high school. Mrs. Thornton herself has a background teaching English, but she also has a speech/theatre background and licensure. I decided to interview her because after my interview with Mrs. Erickson, my cooperating teacher, she ensured me that Mrs. Thornton would love to do it. A little back ground information, Mrs. Thornton is Mrs. Erickson’s daughter, so she was basically volunteered by her mother. I have been doing my practicum placement in chapman so it was also convenient for me seems how I was there every day. After numerous attempts at emailing and scheduling a meeting with Mrs. Thornton, her mother talked to her and I was finally able to be squeezed into her busy schedule. So finally, on November 2, 2017 I was able to have my third and final interview.

We quickly developed a friendship through our meaningful conversations and I was able to introduce her to my other friends whom I met the year before; they connected well and, satisfied, I settled down in my new classes with my friends-- new and old, learning together.

My earliest years at Bethel Memorial School were K4 through two weeks of first grade. I was an exceptionally easy kid to teach and handle when I was in school. My favorite teacher was Mrs. Riley, our kindergarten teacher. She was always so sensitive to our needs and found a way to teach even the most difficult kids. Therefore, I learned the most in her class because I enjoyed the way she taught and interacted with us. The best part of the day was lunch and recess! Playing on the playset and shooting a basketball was the things I did to entertain myself. The most memorable part of going to Bethel was a field trip to Marengo Caves. We all had a blast running through the tunnels, trying to find our own hidden treasure.

We spent the time shopping, packing, and talking. She told me stories of her old school: cantankerous students who got a particularly rewarding attitude check; times her students were able to cajole her out of homework assignments; and instances where they would some to her for advice and guidance. Listening to her reminisce, I was touched by her affection for her students. She had a monstrous bin full of cards, photos, albums, yearbooks, and newspaper clippings all from previous students. Suzanne still remember them all like it was just yesterday that they entered her classroom. By the end of the day, it felt like we had known eachother for years. When the tasks we had set out to accomplish for that day were done, she drove me home. As I was opening the door, she handed me a twenty dollar bill.