Personal Narrative: My Experience With My High School System

Through my time growing up in Corona Queens as a kid I had come to realize something, I was beginning to get shorter as time progressed, the odd part was that I was the tallest in my class, standing at 5,10 in the 7th grade I was considered tall for a kid my age, in addition to only being 12 but regardless as I kept on coming home, I only felt as if I'm getting shorter. one day returning from the library and my reading session about the book Nature I was still in shock about what Henry David Thoreau has said about "sucking the marrow of life", and as I was attempting to think of how I can accomplish what he said, I fell and nearly broke my skull. it was then that I realized that what seemed like a footstep to walk into my home was a 10ft fall.

Going through high school the days were all the same, except for game days. There was just something different about the culture of the school. You could almost feel the excitement in the air. Every “Good luck tonight,” that was received made it feel like the whole school was rooting

The end of eighth grade was coming faster than any year before. It was about to be summer and most of the eighth graders were eager to be a freshman in high school next year. I was not so excited about this. School used to be hard for me, waking up, discussing with new people, being in classes that I struggled with eight hours each day. Speaking in front class petrified me to the point that I did not want to ask for help. There never used to be a time that I felt confident volunteering, raising my hand, or presenting in front of a class. I soundlessly coped with anxiety through eighth grade, causing me to be unsuccessful in a few classes, and wanting to not go to school most days. High school is incomparable to middle school, I knew this change

Life is like an ocean. It ebbs and flows. The only certainty is that there isn't any. {except for death & taxes}.

The fall of 2005, marked the first I was assaulted by student. Classes were passing and I was in the hallway moving students along. I informed a student named Jimmy he need to go to class. Jimmy ignored me and continue to lean on wall talking to his friends. I informed Jimmy again he had to go class. Jimmy told me get out his face. Nonetheless, I persisted in Jimmy to go to class. Instead of going to class Jimmy walked up me and pushed me to the floor. Shocked and humiliated I pulled myself up from the floor and immediately contacted my union representative. Within hours Jimmy’s mom as the school. Throughout the meeting my principal excused Jimmy’s behavior and argued with me and my union representative. My principal and Jimmy’s mom

The ring of the last bell echoes in the soon to be flooded halls. The last time I’ll see the walls of lockers full of secrets and rumors from the people you thought were friends. Will I miss the fake friends? The arrogant boys? The teachers who don’t help you when you really need it? Now that I get the opportunity to go to college, I will never look back to those high school days.

“There’s a pool on the fourth floor,” and, “Everybody hates freshman,” were only a few of the rumors that circled the air about high school. It turned out, there was not a pool on the fourth floor; there was not even a fourth floor. Unfortunately, most people did hate freshman. Going from being the biggest people in middle school to the smallest people in high school was terrifying. I did not know how I was going to make it through the year, but somehow I survived.

Something I chose not to do probably could have made my time in highschool much more fun and exciting. I decided not to get involved more in high school, maybe it was cause I was nervous to try new things, and it’s made me wonder what else I could have experienced. nI also think that maybe it would help me get into the college I want to go to if I got more involved. However, I also really like how my high school years are going for me now, but I feel as if it could have been better.

Do you believe in bad luck? I'm not talking about just walking under a ladder, or spilling table salt. Rather, sometimes in your life you just run into a tough patch and must persevere through it. This is a very good description of my physical health during my Junior

Throughout my high school education, there have been many factors that contributed to my performance. Some were out of my control and others were solely my actions. I take full responsibility for not pushing myself to try harder in school. Some circumstances made this difficult, at the time I lived at home with my mother, sister, and brother but then one day it all changed. First, my brother joined the Marines and left home and soon after my sister followed and joined the Air Force and also left. Since my mother is a single parent, my siblings contributed a lot financially and helped her tremendously. For this reason, she began to work even longer hours. To attempt to help my mother, I started working a lot when I turned 16. My mistake was

I had just returned to school after a long weekend. I scampered excitedly down the linoleum floors of the dimly lit halls of my middle school. I was almost running as I reached the black double doors of the band room which sat at the end of a very long hall. It was her I was looking for, she sat hunched over her game boy her short red hair covered her face. She stood up as I approached, looking up at me with her big eyes, I was happy to see her; I adored her. We had finally exited an awkward phase in our relationship and she agreed to be my girlfriend. We chatted idly as we tipped toed verbally around each other until it was time to go our separate ways, we glanced up and down the halls for signs of authority before parting with a peck.

Not everyone has memories from there junior high years, memories sadly aren’t great I wasn’t considered the best student in the eighth grade, I was always in the office, suspended, and in In-school suspension other than being in trouble all the time my eighth grade year was the best. My first

Because I grew up in a community where the primary focus was getting good grades and participating in countless extracurricular activities, I guess you could call me average. Right from the start, my parents – both accountants – decided that getting ahead of the school curriculum was the way to go. So, like many others in the area, I was drawn into the illusion that I had to be on top of everyone else – no exceptions. As I entered high school, I didn’t participate in fifteen different clubs and three different sports like all my other classmates. Instead, I committed myself to mastering the art of swimming, and with that I learned innumerable valuable life lessons. And my parents supported my endeavor to succeed in swimming. However, my parents

The one time were I had found myself in an impossible position was when I was in the fourth grade. From the very start of that year I had started to fall off but it was not in all of my class I had excelled in two out of my three classes. I was doing good in my history class and my English class but the class that I really struggled with was math. For a long time I had struggled with math and even today I still have trouble math but back then I it was just to difficult I mean I had to go to two different tutors for math and still after all of that I still failed. The teacher was not a bad teacher and taught our class well, I did keep an alright grade but it begin slowly start to fall around the spring. I mean parents were so mad at me.

The first time I ever experienced an academic challenge was in the 8th grade. I was told by my teacher that I would not do well at an early college high school; a school that offers students a chance to earn an associate’s degree while attending high school. My teacher believed my average grades meant I would not excel at school. She went as far as asking my mother if she was forcing me to attend my high school. My mother told her that attending Mission Early College High School (MECHS) was my idea. Later on in the year, I applied to the National Junior Honor Society and was rejected because my grade point average (GPA) was below the requirements. While other students with lower GPA’s and parents with money or time to give to the school were accepted. This experience was the first time I realized since my parents did not have the money or the time to donate to the school, I was in an automatic disadvantage in comparison to my peers. Despite these setbacks, I applied to MECHS and was accepted into the program.