Personal Narrative: My Experience From Elementary To High School

I made new friends and went to the Magis Program every Saturday. I saw some friends ,but it was different now. I'm not in their lives anymore and they are not really in my life either. Pretty soon after, me and my friends stopped talking because we went to different school and life was different. I didn’t like it. I wanted to know what was happening in my old school and how everyone was doing. I was pretty sad and missed everyone. So school went by ,and me and my friends still saw each other ,but we weren’t as close as we were. So life went on 8th grade came and my decision came back. 8th grade year was fun I had made a lot of friends and a lot bonds with them. Some of the friends I made were going to go to St. Ignatius or St. Edwards or other private high schools. It was also my time to decide to which high school to go to. It was a hard decision so I delayed it. My friends from Magis also started talking to me again. They thought that I was still going to St. Ignatius. I was deciding whether to go Westlake High School or to go to Ignatius. I delayed the my decision until summer. So during 8th grade the whole 8th grade went to Washington D.C and I then realized that I didn’t to go to thru the same feeling again. So I told my old friends that Im sry one the last day of the Magis program before the summer camp

Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything

My story begins when my mom and I moved from Crafton, near Pittsburgh, to my grandparents’ house in Schwenksville at the beginning of first grade. In Crafton, there were not a lot children in my neighborhood; therefore, my wonderful mother and heart rending loneliness were my only friends. Fortunately, in my grandparent’s huge neighborhood, there were three amazing girls that became my best friends. However, those girls were not enough to combat my loneliness. At times these girls were mean to me, but my caring mother was there to lift my spirits. My mother was understanding and always knew what to say when I was lonely. As the story continues my life will hit an unexpected turn when I accepted a last minute invitation from a friend to attend

The first year of school seemed to go by fast. I liked all of my classes and I had met a lot of pretty great people. Although I did not really have a whole lot of people I considered my friends until towards the end of the year. I started sitting with my friend Taylor at lunch. We talked and walked together after our classes. We sat at a table with three other girls named Emilee, Tiffany, and Bri, They seemed to be pretty good people. I sat with them for the rest of the year and now Emilee is my best friend.

Jean has been a friend of mine since August 1996 when we met in high school. She was a grade younger than me, but had a January birthday, so we were only 7 months apart. We became friends quickly despite our different personality traits. I had been quite yet outgoing in high school and Jean was lively and animated. People wondered how we could be so opposite, yet great friends. Our friendship continued to grow over the years and we became best friends. Throughout the years of friendship we talked about her romantic relationships and my romantic relationships. We trusted each other with private experiences that we would not tell anyone else. Our communication was very open, honest and transparent. As Jean was entering college, at a different university than me, she struggled with her father falling ill and sadly passing away. This was an extremely hard time for Jean to finish her undergraduate degree, but Jean pressed on toward its completion and graduated college.

I have my senior friend group, Kate Lauren, Ravin, Emily, Erica, Prelsey, and Claire, that I have had since freshman year and I couldn’t be any happier with them. They are always encouraging me to do my best and put myself out there because they believe in me. My 2 best friends, Kate and Lauren, live right down the road from me and I couldn’t have it any better. If I’m ever having a hard time I know I can just call them and they’ll let me come over to talk. My first couple years, there wasn’t a day you wouldn’t find me without them, we were attached at the hip. Here lately, I have become close with Presley and Claire and I’m so glad I have, those girls keep me in line and put up with me and I couldn’t thank them enough. They always know how to cheer me up and there’s never a dull moment when I’m with them.

The school was on vacation, so after the school’s vacation was over, my sister’s and I went to school. I went to Houlton Elementary School because I was in 2nd grade. On my first day of school, I had made my first actual friend, her name was Mia. We became friends because the teacher told us to do a timeline project of our lifetime, and I started crying because I missed my family, so Mia told me everything would be alright . We had started hanging out with each other after that, I found out that similar lives. We both had three dogs, two older sisters, and we are the youngest. We have been friends ever since

My other friends include Caroline Kelly, Caitlyn McCoy, Macy Warren, Madeline Russo, and Lauren Davis. I rely on them for a lot, and they’re really great people I’m proud to call friends. I went to camp in Maine in the Summer of 2014 and went this year as well, I had an amazing time and met so many people. One in particular is named Ella. She’s 2 years older than me but it doesn’t feel like it at all, and we’re best friends, she has some mental health issues so she couldn’t attend camp last Summer but she’s receiving help now and I have full confidence that she’ll be okay in no time at all. She lives in NYC where I hope to visit her someday, but for now texting and skype are a good

A strong friendship does not need to talk 24/7, but when we do it is like we were always there with each other. It was a frosty December evening in Flagstaff, Arizona, my best friend, Mercy and I were having a snowball fight in the clear white snow. We were giggling at each other for our gruesome aim. That day was our tenth year friendship anniversary, so we decided to take a road trip. Now a days, we do not always receive time to hang out, since we live three hours away from each other. Nevertheless Mercy lives in Yuma, Arizona and I live in Phoenix, Arizona.

Around this time my freshman year (holy crap... that's two years ago) I only had a handful of friends and now not much has changed. Except I've weeded through the fake ones and brought in the good ones... but there is only one person who has stuck through all of these two years filled with the drama of boys, girls, school, home and siblings and we still talk and hang out the same way we did back then... (well minus the fact that we both have jobs and responsibility and don't hang much outside of school. But if we had the time we would.) And that person is you Kellie. I may be friends with Sav and Ana... but they aren't you. They weren't here during the bad times or the good times but you were. You always are and I know I'll never be able to

I was in 3rd grade, I didn’t have any friends.. I didn’t know a lot of people... Until I met my friend Leena. We talked a lot, She was mostly interested in My Little Pony, Which I didn’t enjoy. I liked Cartoons, but we still got along. I then started making fun of her for liking the show, I made up some stupid song about how boring the show was. Then she one day started getting back at me for it, and always called me stupid. A few weeks later I apologized and so did she, and we became friends again. She then one day got us friendship necklaces, it was a horse and inside were different colors and it would change depending on the temperature in the room. We were Neighbors, She one day came over to my house, and asked if I would like to come over to her’s. I agreed and went with her. She gave me a tour of her house and her room, we talked a lot. We both then decided to go outside and go on a walk, but then my mom came and picked me up, That was the only time we ever hung out, outside of school. In 5th grade we never stayed in touch, In 6th grade I moved, and in school, we never talked, we lost touch. It wasn’t until 7th grade when we actually saw each other again, In athletics, we ended up getting lockers right next to each other. During that time she showed me a new show that she liked, I watched it, and it ended up being really good. We kept talking and became friends again, ever since then we have become really close.

Understand that friendships isn’t hard, even the really good ones, can experience times when you don 't spend much time or talk to each other often. It isn 't what we do when we 're apart, it 's what we do when we 're together.

Now let 's fast forward to 4th grade… I was now 9 years old and remember Ashley? My #1 best friend who was with me since day 1? Yeah well now is what I explain what happened. She had an older brother and so do I. They were the bestest friends ever. No one could ever separate these two. TIll on October 16th 2010, When Filipe (Ashley 's Brother) died. Filipe was like a brother to me, and now he 's gone. Felipe, Nick (my brother), and a couple of other friends went out to a night club.

As a child, I didn’t have many friends, I moved a lot due to my mom’s work, so making good friends was a rare thing for me. Between kindergarten and third grade I went to three different schools in three different states, being the new kid, every year made it difficult to ever build close relationships with anyone. At the end of third grade, our family finally settled in one place and that’s where I met my neighbor and once of my closest friends, Stacy. She is a year older than me, and if you know about the politics of elementary school being friends with the older kids automatically made you cool. Stacy helped me make friends and survive school in general. But, eventually we had to split up, she went to middle school and under normal circumstances in a year we would once again go to the same school. But, elementary school is where I devolved a passion for math and science, so my mom and I decided going to a STEM school would help me explore this passion. At this point in my life Stacy and I started to drift, every month we would hang out and catch up. But, as the years progressed, Stacy and I saw less of each other, although there was never a time where we didn’t hang out during breaks. The summer of seventh grade I didn’t see Stacy for a month straight, I would go to her house once a week to see if she was around but her mom would always repeat the same phrase “sorry sweetie, she isn’t home right now”. Three months after I found out Stacy had Leukemia, for a whole month after I got this news I spent my time researching Leukemia, I thought that I could find a cure and help my friend, but the more research I did the more helpless I felt. Although Stacy won her fight with caner and to this day is still one of my very close friends, the feeling that comes with caner is one I do not wish upon anyone. As of now my passion for science has grown exponentially and has led me to take multiple AP level science classes, because I believe with a growth ones’ knowledge of science and specifically biology comes a growth in ones’ ability to help those around them.

I painfully stepped into my forties with the reality that I was losing friends. This truth, as shocking as it was, did not happen overnight as the tapestry of my world had been changing for a period time. Many of my lifelong friends, in the past, could not go a day without us talking. As time passed and personalities evolved, we barely spoke. I found weekend parties or even simple lunch dates no longer happen. I initially, attributed the distance to my moving thirty miles away. As time stretched from months to years, I realized that our lives and interests were merely drifting apart. Many of the women I had been friends with since third, fourth, and eighth grade no longer RSVP for my epic events. I sadly turned forty realizing that "best friends forever" was more of a cliché than true.