Personal Narrative: My Experiences In High School

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 for me. This was my senior year and tonight was an especially big game. The game that night would decide if we made playoffs and if I could step on the court as a Hawk again.

Unfortunately, part of my high school learning experience has been learning from my mistakes. During my sophomore year, I was put on a five day suspension from school because I failed a random drug test for marijuana. When this happened, it seemed as if my life stopped and ended. My parents were shocked, my teachers were shocked, and even I would have been shocked a few weeks before this happened. Going into tenth grade, my reputation at my high school was that of a quiet student with great integrity and that is how I had been perceived my whole life. As being looked upon as an introverted person I was always encouraged to interact with new people and make new friends. I did just that but then found myself associating with the wrong type of

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my

Once it was as a freshman, just my overstuffed backpack and me experiencing an environment radically different than anything I had been exposed to ever before. Later it was as a junior, frustrated with a lack of self-confidence. I was plagued with social anxiety, paranoid over the smallest issues and mortified by the prospect of being approached by someone in public. It was painful to check out of a convenience store by myself, let alone meet new people or strike up a conversation with strangers. I used to think that this was going to be my life; every social encounter would be like walking on glass. Finally, towards the spring of my junior year, I clawed my way out of that pit, and I realized that the world wasn’t out to get me. I forced myself to get outside of my comfort zone, and I’m incredibly proud of myself for making that leap. And with the encouragement and support from my friends at school, I ultimately learned that hard work and initiative are two of the most important virtues on the path to success. And this all stems from the personal connections I’ve made with my peers at school, with these relationships dictating the way I have matured and developed mentally.

As a student and person in general, I am very outgoing and not ashamed to raise my hand in class. While I didn’t have a problem with me communicating my thoughts in EGE, my class did. Every time I started to talk, people would roll their eyes, pretend to shoot themselves, gag, and mutter about how annoying I was to their neighbor. I felt horrible and ashamed of myself for putting my best foot forward and being myself. I started exclude myself from class conversations. Not one person in my EGE class tried to stick up for me and say, “Hey! That’s not cool!” Also, outside of the class people would talk about me behind their backs in other classes. No matter where I was, I always felt that someone hated my guts, and wished dreadful things on me. In middle school, I felt safe and at home. I felt that the people there wanted the best for me, and wanted Micah Hinson to shine and continue to shine brighter in the future. Here, at Legacy High School, I don’t feel at home, and I certainly don’t feel like the majority of people want me to succeed. I feel restricted and held back and ashamed to be who I really am. I hate this feeling. It’s like the world against me without anyone on my side. I spend eight hours at school, and

For four long years I felt as if my high school was in a different world in of itself. I had spent that time interacting with an extensive amount of groups, or “cliques”, and getting to know what they do. Through my experiences, I had begun to realize what made this “subculture” high school of sorts run like it did. High school is an incredibly dynamic time for people, and I had changed as a person dramatically from my freshman to senior year. Like many, my freshman year was quite awkward, as remnants of my middle school self remained with me. As time went on, how, I talked to more people and grew out of my passive and shy personality. This did not just randomly happen without reason though. I began to learn and realize who I was and whom I enjoyed talking to in school, which explained why I spent so much time socializing with multiple kinds and groups of people. Everyone’s concept of “normal” was different, and high school was where I learned that lesson and will never forget.

Walking through the double doors of school and to my very first locker, I took a breath and realized this was a new stage in my life. A new stage in life meant new people, experiences, and problems- especially problems. I wore questionably clean, wrinkled clothes, ready to start my first year of middle school. The amount of kids in my class multiplied tenfold with over 250 students.

At this new school, NOBODY spoke to me, and I felt isolated. Being a confident person, as well as a social butterfly, I tried to insert myself into multiple groups of people, and I was continually shutdown; nobody would have me. This realization was genuinely shocking, I mean, I thought there would be at least 1 person! Not to be boastful, but I was relatively popular at my old school, so I had thought I’d be accepted. This ended up being humbling and for the best, in lack of a social aspect I resolved to focus more on my studies, and starting into grade twelve, I realized that I can do whatever I set my mind to (within realistic boundaries). This path required going back and redoing three years of coursework at the university level, because I had taken everything at the college level. Although this path may seem daunting and/or troublesome to many, it has never appeared that way to me, because I like to learn, and this was the only tunnel that had university at the end of

In high school, I was a bad kid. I didnt do drugs or drink beer, but I was bad. School wasnt a priority of mine during my junior year, and I failed all of my classes except weight training, ceramics, and jewelry. I lived for the bell at the end of the day. This was the first year that I drove, and I did it a lot. I had an old baby blue Chevrolet pickup that could fly like the wind. I met a lot of people, and gained some good friends.

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this

It was back in second grade, that possibly changed my life. Not allowing me possibly going to the high school I want too. The choices you make in the past, affect your life in the future. Evidence, is the story of myself. How I decided to do the same actions of another kid, that wasn’t the smartest of all.

My first six years of school, I breezed through my classes. Everything was easy for me, and everything was boring. I stood out among my classmates, and I hated it. It seemed as though everyone saw me as a human calculator or dictionary, fundamentally different from them. I learned to make myself smaller, to not raise my hand in class so I wouldn’t be seen as a stuck-up ‘know-it-all.’ I struggled to define my identity, uncomfortable with the ‘smart girl’ label that was assigned to me.

Compared to today, my view of the world when I was a freshmen in high school was drastically different than what it is today. Before freshman year in 8th grade, I didn’t go out of my to talk to people. I had a really small group of friends that I always talked to and beside that, I didn’t really talk to anyone else. The reason for this was that I felt that I didn’t really have a reason to talk to anyone else since I already had a group of friends so I never went out of my way to make anymore. When I found out that I was going to Mather and that none of my friends were going, I knew I was going to have a tough. I was pretty awkward around other people besides my close friends so I knew that something had to change. I didn’t think it would be

Freshman year finally came around and I reeked of excitement. I planned to take advanced classes and participate in the Prosper High School marching band, along with my best friends. We were eager to meet new people, but terrified to be the new freshman on campus. For most of us, our schedules coincided; we believed our teachers had a lot coming. However, the strict high school teachers prohibited talking, so my classes were quiet besides the popular kids, who could do whatever they pleased. I never fit in with the popular kids, but I could not figure out why. Over the years of attending Prosper schools, I convinced myself I did not fit in with the popular kids because I lacked the looks and money, which killed all the confidence I had.