Personal Narrative: My Experience With My High School Career

It all started from the end of my middle school to the beginning of high school. There I was, being a rebellious child. I would always come to school late which later then turned into a bad habit of mine. It progressed from being late to school to just not going to school at all. During those years where I was not taking my education serious and just acting out, I was struggling with how I was setting priorities for myself.

I had a very rough ending to my high school career. I was quite adament on doing my assignments independently, so I failed multiple classes over my sophmore and junior years. I was behind on the credits I needed in order to graduate and walk. My senior year, I had to retake 4 classes worth of credits and pass all my current classes to graduate. Through all that year long grinding and work, I finished my my credit recovery classes a whole month early. Without putting the idea of not actually graduating with my friends and disappointing my family, I probably wouldn't have done all the work I needed to graduate. Having a goal and the mindset to actually go and achieve it is paramount to actually get somewhere in life.

At first, I didn’t think I belonged here. I wasn’t doing as well as I had hoped at the beginning of the semester, but I buckled down, got tutors and used my time wisely. After just a week, my hard work started to pay off. I realized I loved being at Salve and I could not have chosen a better school to be at. The people here have been so welcoming and have been so helpful. I am so glad that Salve was the school I chose. Not only was it my dream school, but I also figured out who I was and why I belonged here rather than at any other school. I love Salve and I could not imagine being at any other school.

Growing up in a small town has forced me to face many challenges. Some of them being small like trying to figure out what to do on a Friday night, but some were much larger challenges like, what do I wanna do with my education, and how can I further it. These many decision haunted me throughout my four years of high school. In high school I would be considered very involved. My high school career included sports, my studies, an active Warrior sports fan, and planning events within student council. Multitasking was the greatest tool I learned during my high school career. After high school I plan to attend a four year university to gain the experience and knowledge I will need for the real world.

“Go ahead, underestimate me. You won't be the first… You won't be the last… But you will be wrong”- Steve Maraboli. All throughout my life, people have doubted me and said that I can't and won't do that. The thing is that they are always wrong and I always prevail. Going into my junior year, I knew it was going to be a big year for me physically and mentally. I decided to take my first two Ap courses of my high school career. I knew it was going to be challenging, but I was up for it. I decided to get more involved in school by going to sporting events and joining tech crew. Academically I believe I have been decent despite letting myself down through procrastination and my personal life. This year like every year has been tough. My emotions

It was January 2013. I suppose I had known this would come. After Dad had started coming home later each night, more exhausted and drained than usual, I began to realize that our current residence might not be as permanent as I had wanted. We had relocated here, to the outskirts of Humboldt, Tennessee, four and a half short years before, to have enough acreage for our horse Clyde to stay at home. Our previous location in the city had not allowed for that, and stable boarding expenses were piling up. In the country, we could go riding any time we wanted, without having to make a long drive to the stables. We began to like this, and fell into a routine. Dad had now had his job for eight years, and I expected everything to stay the same as it had been. I was in for a surprise.

Right after high school graduation, I had the opportunity to go to college on a wrestling scholarship. I had to declare a major when I signed up for classes, and I knew from the start what I thought I wanted to do. My favorite subject in school was math, and my two favorite teachers were math teachers, and one of them was also my wrestling coach. I thought he had the best job in the world, and I wanted to do the same thing. I want a career that focuses on something I know and like (math), that lets me be around young people (high school teaching), and that might let me also continue to be involved in wrestling (coaching part time). I also wanted a job that gave me a great schedule: 8 a.m. to 3 p.m., with weekends and summers off. My parents

I have always been a good student, always getting good grades and never really getting in trouble at school. My parents always told my brother and I that we are completely different in a lot of ways when I was younger. Now, I am 13 years old andIam just your average, awkward, introverted band kid you would expect. I am just sitting in my room on my bed with my desk right next to me, my closet right next to that, and my door at the end of my bed. Lately, my parents had been bugging my brother to turn things in and try a little harder in class because, apparently, he wasn’t doing so well. It was a cold winter evening; it was so cold it felt like -1000 degrees outside. Ihave a Michigan State sweatshirt on with my blue comforter over my criss-crossed

As a senior in high school there was many things I was excited about the top choices were graduating, and starting college. Fast forward past my graduation and to the first day of college I soon began to realize I made a mistake, I let others talk me into joining a school that was never for me. A school I just didn’t fit in or feel comfortable attending, I pushed through the classes often times feeling depressed, and on the verge of a break down, but I did not want to give up. I wanted to succeed, and the only way I could do that was by getting a degree, as time continued on I became more depressed making it feel impossible to get out of bed. The thought of waking up early leaving bed to catch a city bus to a school where I did not feel welcome became so overwhelming, but I still forced myself to get up and tried.

Toward the last weeks of Jr. High, my interest in the arts, shattered, what I wanted, will never be accepted, so why try; acting, singing, writing, that is what I dreamed. Factory work, this is how you will survive, preached constantly. Determined not to focus a career in that direction, I thought, Airline Stewardess, traveling away seemed fitting, I couldn’t wait, and then the worst happened. Close to enrolling in High School, mentally set toward this career, until crossing paths with one of my older siblings, on the way walking to the store. Stopping me he inquired, “I hear you’re going to start high school, what do you want to be?”

In the third grade, I already had my life planned out; I just knew that I was going to be a movie star when I grew up. By the time I entered high school, this fantasy had long since been forgotten and reality stood in its’ place. I was clueless. I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up, much less when I graduated from high school. So I did what every recent grad is expected to do, I enrolled in college. My college career began the fall semester immediately following graduation at Trident Technical College in North Charleston, SC; major

I daydream as our troop leader discusses the day’s events. Why am I here? The poignant smell of cheese puffs and unwashed scout uniforms ousted any thought of continuing my career as a cub scout. But there I sat: tiny, cross-legged, and curious. I tune back in to our leader’s speech at the exact moment he began to explain the races; “two cars at a time, first to hit the block at the end wins.” Excitement filled my body. Orefield’s pinewood derby was underway. I could barely contain myself. With my little yellow car in hand, visions of victory entered my mind. I imagined the seven ounce vehicle speeding down the track leaving a trail of flames behind. Not even the enormous line of competitor cubs eased my excitement. Ten minutes pass.

The future is often ignored by students, or at least when it comes to their own future. The previous statement is obviously false in my time, however, if you ask any middle school student what they would like to do for a career, you will either get no answer or a brief summary of every career known to man. I’m was never one of those students though. When I start down my path towards a higher education I know exactly which roads I desire. As early as 6th grade I knew that I craved to study the cosmos the envelopes us so completely. When it comes to fields of study, no other topic can nearly match the complexity, scope, and value of astronomy and physics. In my personal experience, I have met many an individual that tries to argue the relevance

Around age 5, I began to resolve conflicts between my friends. Two of them were always in disagreement, usually over unequal sharing. At the sight of this, I eventually became fed up and decided to help. One day they both were over at my house, yet again arguing, so I sat them down, suggested that we talk about the issue, and devised a plan on who could use the trampoline when and for how long. We methodically worked out a schedule, and at last, their stubborn mindsets disbanded into a healthy relationship. This instant, and many others like it, formed my wish to help people with the small things, improving and making their life just a bit easier.

As I sit here writing this 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 made it extremely hard for me was my ethnicity. Up until this I had loved being African but after I saw the way they treated someone that they once loved my perspective had been changed for good. Something as simple as paying a speeding ticket they would not dare