Personal Narrative: My Experience At Windham High School

There’s one decision that I’ve made that I’m still carrying out; meaning, I’m still not certain whether it was a good one or not. My decision was to come to Squaw Valley Academy. I did not want to go to my local high school as the education system wasn’t the best a couple years ago. It still isn’t but occasionally I wonder if I made the right choice. By going through with this decision I have changed a great deal. I have been at this school for almost two years now, and I’m definitely not the same person that arrived here. Going back home I realized how different I was from my old friends, and how much more mature I had become.

“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.

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

My time at Jefferson Middle School didn’t impact me in one way. Instead, it brought about a new kaleidoscope of lessons and memories. I could tell you about the numerous nights I had spent on projects, and how I had learned to stop procrastinating (well...sort of). I could tell you about how Jefferson had taught me not only what was required in the state standards, but also many life lessons such as the significance of failure or how one person can change so many others as well. I could also tell you about how I learned analysis and perspective. However, if there was one thing I would continue to bring with me to high school, it would be how Jefferson had taught me the sense of community.

It was my freshman year of high school where I was just a lost fish in a hugh sea of people attending Byron Nelson High School, with no clue who I was and my place in life. Life seemed rough but then again it was freshman year. When I was attending Byron I didn't know what I was going to do with my life in the future. On one day just like any other the morning school announcements came on; talking about some meeting in the counselor's office about some academy. At that time I had no idea what they were talking about and I had never even heard of Eaton High school, which happens to be the new high school for my school district. It came to lunch time where my friend that I sat with was absent, so I figured why not go see what this meeting is

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”

When I was in eighth grade, I did not know it, but my mom was about to change my life forever. I still remember the day she showed me the website for the Vet Science program at the Morris County School of Technology. I was in my grandmother’s house, and my mother pulled me over to the counter where she was sitting with her computer. When she showed me the program, I dismissed the idea of changing schools immediately. I did not want to think about going anywhere for high school but my small, Christian private school because I was content and did not feel the need to step out of my comfort zone.

Brooke knew that she should’ve been awake thirty minutes ago to get ready for school, but she had absolutely no motivation. Brooke was a student at North Shore High School, in San Jose, California. It was her first day of the last year of high school at the school she had nothing but hate for. Brooke loved sports, but didn’t like the fact that she had to go to school to play sports. She was involved with many activities and clubs, like volleyball, basketball, art club, choir and many others.

Since entering Hingham High School, I have developed into a leader equipped with skills that allow me to take roles in improving the community. My junior year, I became a Student Council fundraising committee head, where I was first introduced to taking initiative on a large scale and utilizing organizational skills to bring the school together. A noteworthy example of my leadership skills occurred when I, along with my fellow committee heads, were tasked with organizing the Hingham High lip sync. Initially, we worried that the event may be canceled as it had been the prior year when Student Council failed to sell tickets and assemble a team of teacher chaperones. Many members of the student body expressed their disappointment with previous

My community of Lisle is a small, predominantly caucasian, middle-class town. I can walk down the hallway and recite the first name, last name, and a fun fact of about 70% my peers. However, there are not many minorities students in the honors and AP classes. At times, I would feel out of place in these classes not because of my intelligence, but because of the stereotypes others make about my race. Labels and groups were so prominent and I did not fit comfortably into any single category. I liked being on the math team, playing soccer, and spending time with friends. But the academics, athletes, and social crowds were distinct, and people seemed to only interact with those of the same race. Nonetheless, at Lisle High School, we have a common saying, “One Pride”

I have had an amazing journey here at Northern High School. I found friends, learned valuable lessons and made many memories. In all my years here I made an impact on the community and people around me, through leadership, volunteering, charity, personality, kindness, and determination.

I am Gloria Carranza, I attend Porterville College. Throughout my education I have had bad experience in English and as the time went by English has not been my favorite subject. I think I don’t like English because it’s my second language and sometimes I have trouble communicating and writing papers for my English classes. My favorite subject is Math, since I was in seventh grade it has been my passion to learn and learn more about math than any other subject except Art. Art has helped me develop new ideas and picturing myself on becoming someone that could help other students in different ways. Art is one of my best things I enjoy doing in my life. It helps me develop my future by making a picture of all the things that I want to accomplish in my life.

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,

When I think about an event that sticks out in my mind as one that was very important in my life, I think about changing schools in the seventh grade. About halfway through my middle school career, I became very unhappy at my school and with life in general. Upon discussing with my parents, we made the decision that I would switch schools and embark on a new journey in hopes to appease my unhappy soul. At first, I felt as if a new school would not help; little did I know what a profound change it would have on my life.

During this week I had the opportunity of attending Guilford Middle School on Tuesday September the 20th, I was there during core 2 which starts at 10: 58 until 12:05. I arrived a little early which gave me the time to talk to the teacher who I was assigned to. We had a small conversation about what plan was for Tuesday, he gave me a brief summary and I asked questions such as what would you like me to do? For that they I would just observed the activities around class, they were going to star by completing a study guide as a class. They would have a test soon and the information on the study guide seemed familiar to me, it was mainly about how the earth was form, plate tectonics, rock formations etc. During that day I also study my soundings,