Personal Narrative : My Experience In High School

throughout high have been my most challenging and the most enjoyable. My teachers motivated me to work harder which in turned helped me to achieve great things academically. Often my classes were smaller and taught in a more tutorial / discussion based rather than the traditional write memorialization style. I met and developed great friendships in all of my classes with other woman of color who placed high importance on obtaining a better than average academic experience in high school. If it were

I turned in all of my work, and always paid attention in class. But as the year went by and I started making more friends at middle school my grades went down all the way to a C. For me getting a C at the time was one of the worst things that could happen. I ended up the year with 3 semesters of straight A’s and one semester with a couple of C’s. Moving on to 7th grade was worse I finished the school year with only getting like 5 A’s in all 4 quarters. Then 8th grade came and my grades went all the

Looking back on your high school experience, do you regret anything at all? I mean, take a second to examine your transcript. A specific quote to overall describe my experience in high school would be “If you want something you’ve never had, you must be willing to do something you’ve never had done before.” by Thomas Jefferson. I believe the quote fits my situation best because I was a student that’d never study or have good grades, a student that wanted everything their grade handed to them, not

been meaningful to me is my experience with high school athletics. I choose high school athletics because of a few reasons. My first reason is how I learned about hard work and if you push yourself, you can achieve your goal. I have been lifting weights three days a week since I was in 8th grade. Up until the summer before my junior year I hadn’t tried very much while I lifted weights. I would rush to finish my workout, sometimes I would even skip lifting. I had wasted my time for three years. I realized

My spine felt as if was going to shoot right out of my neck. No, I wasn’t being tortured or anything, although sitting in this cramped airplane might just be the next closest thing to it. The stranger next to me was a middle-aged woman with bleached blonde hair and a penchant for snoring, extremely loud. I’ve never been on a plane before, and prior to this flight, I've always imagined it to be and eye opening and an extraordinary experience. I guess I'm getting the eye opening part because the woman

shift from “too crave to even talk to the teacher” to “can interject across the room sometimes” marked the start of my growth to becoming a full fledge adult. Prior, I used to be so timid that I would go an entire school day without even doing so much as a whimper. Someone greets me in the hallway? I have to ascertain a new avenue to my classes the next day. It was due to my extremely bashful nature that I denied myself opportunities I would’ve otherwise taken, such as joining clubs, taking

There have been many moments in my high school career that have made me think to myself, "Wow, I really am less of a child now than I am an adult." Be it my admission into National Honors Society, or my participation in a classical vocal recital at Wheaton College where I was awarded $100 and third place out of twelve of my peers, I couldn't help but think that I was slowly easing myself into adulthood. But the one event in my life that has truly been a milestone of my passage from childhood to adulthood

essay on my phone rather than a computer screen, I am coping with one of my set backs. As the product of an African couple, I grew up learning the African culture and way of life. As I began my high school journey my parents began their separation journey. They had decided that they no longer could live in the same house together. They decided 21 years together was enough and they wouldn't bear another minute. I know what you are thinking many children deal with this heartbreaking experience, but what

Throughout my high school experience I have developed an interest in how government functions operate and observing it occur in the real world. In 10th grade, I enrolled in AP United States History where I not only learned the roots of democracy, but also how the United States government adapted to issues which arose such as the great depression. My teacher, Mr. Estela, connected many current events to prior similar situations in the history of the U.S.A. and most recently during the 2016 election

majority of my high school experience was spent sitting behind textbooks studying the chemistry behind how Sulfur and Oxygen interact or learning about how the colonials overtook the British. So, naturally I turned to books as my emotional release from reality. Fiction transported me to a world where the impossible was possible and forced me to channel my inner creativity. I found that the information I learned in my textbooks would sometimes ironically connect with the stories I read during my free time