Personal Narrative: My First Chapter In High School

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.

I lived in Sterling, Illinois, in a decent sized house outside city limits. I never actually attended middle school, as I was home-schooled for sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. During home-school, I got to spend all of my day dealing with my siblings (which is worse than it sounds). If it wasn't my siblings, it was my dad, who I don't really talk to as is. Nothing is the matter between us, I just don't talk much. Most of my time not in school or dealing with my family was spent in video games or exploring a nearby forest. There wasn't much between those two, as I only had two friends I talked to. I worried for the longest time that I would go my middle school AND high school years with only those two friends. I wasn't one that could be described

Back within seventh grade towards the start of the school year I was put into a course called "Advanced Art" and I sat with a friend. My friend, Javier, wasn't suppose to have the class so he was sure to leave within weeks. During the time with him I noticed this big group of friends that seemed quite interesting to me. Around the time when he had his classes changed the song "Wrecking Ball" by Miley Cyrus came along and I drew a funny picture about it. I introduced myself into the big group and at first they seemed off about me but then they accepted me, especially this one girl named Tiffany. We had a few classes together so we would sit together and this was a start of a story of best friends.

With that knowledge in my mind, my body expresses a full, satisfying shudder. Goosebumps break out across my bare arms, and I rub them with my palms. In a few more weeks, I’ll have to start bringing a jacket along with me on my midnight escapeds. I breath out a sigh full of dissappointment. Summer is ending, and with it, school is beginning.

One reason I struggled in high school was because of hanging out with the wrong group of friends. When I was a freshman I had many “friends” (as many do when they first start high school.) By the time I was a senior I had two friends out of the whole group of friends I started with my freshman year. Hanging out with bad influences not only got me into drugs but got me into thinking it was okay to come home 3 nights out of the week at 2 am, when my curfew was at 11 pm. At that point in my life I was dealing with my mother’s sickness alone and feeling like I would never be good enough for anyone. I went to the drugs and told myself that I was “forgetting” everything. Sadly I didn’t figure out how bad I was ruining my high school years until I

hen I first walked through Old Colony’s doors when I was a freshman I didn't know if my friends from my middle school were going to be there. Luckily a majority of my friends were accepted too but even if they weren't I was ready to make new ones. Freshmen year for me wasn't really nerve racking but I still had nerves because I was use to the middle school environment where I knew everyone but this was a totally different experience. The teachers that I was assigned to really helped with the middle school to high school transition and I am really thankful for that. Probably the best part of my freshman year was the exploratory program that I went through. There were a lot of shops that really caught my eye but the one that really stuck with

First grade is the first time when I really wanted to fight someone. This experience occurred at lunch time during school and this kid named Dylan was really irritating me. Dylan kept bothering me and pinching me during lunch and throughout recess. I was getting very mad and I wanted to fight him. Just like Ulrich and George, who both wanted the same land, wanted to fight each other. I was considering tackling him or just tripping him but I didn’t know when I should do it. I decided to tell my friend Ben about the situation.

When I was 10, I first heard from a teacher about college and the need to do well in school. My fifth grade teacher briefly mentioned the idea, one that I was to become very familiar with over time, whilst annoyed at a group of boys who were acting out in the class. I constantly heard from middle school teachers about how they were “preparing me for high school” and how those teachers “were going to be a lot harder on [us].” I was told that my grades, even in middle school, would be vital to gaining entrance to any college. In early high school I was introduced to the idea of needing top grades and extracurricular activities to make one well rounded. Thus, my work ethic was established from a young age. At 10, I had no idea what I wanted to

Most kids dread the thought of going back to school, but that is because of all of the time, stress, and homework, but they don’t realize how much of an impact school will have on their lives. Many kids don’t take school seriously, and may even drop out. The four years of high school are some of the most important years of everyone’s life.

The start of high school is a very exciting time for anybody, it means growing up, and having freedoms. Of course with freedoms, there comes consequences. As a freshmen at the time, I was not fully invested in school. Homework and studying was never a priority for me at the time, I thought copying other people’s work would let me glide through school with no worries. I had a busy schedule filled with school, and then swim practice right after, so by time the weekend came the last thing I wanted to be doing was school work. I was young and not thinking about the future, I’d rather be out with friends than doing any type of assignments. But as time went on I matured and realized that in order to do well in school I had to be dedicated. Unfortunately

Whilst walking down the hallway, I recalled the substitute teacher from Ms. Johnson’s Homeroom. Staring at the board I proceeded to enter the classroom, get my folder, and complete the Do Now. Glancing towards the clock I noticed that it was 12:15 and the entire class was getting ready for lunch. As we were walking out of the door the intercom suddenly goes off Beep! This is an intruder drill. I immediately seized the red bag from the closet, handed it to the substitute.

The yellow sunshine was beaming through the semi clean window to the off white wall, the crows were squawking singing their morning song. The recycled boxes were half packed and the room almost looked brand new, Aside from the fact that there were little blue tack stains all around the room from those old collectable space posters. There I was standing on a wooden stool barely able to reach the back of my wardrobe with my short arms. It was always a disadvantage for me tall guy that had long legs but extremely short arms it was sort of the reason why I was so embarrassed to join the high school basketball team back then. Who could imagine that today would be my last day standing here in this old house that my mum rented, going off the collage.

I chose this quote because it sums up a lesson I learned in high school. When I moved from Connecticut to Ohio after my freshman year, I had trouble transitioning to a new school and state. I struggled in school for the first time in my life. My grades were not what I had hoped or expected them to be during my first quarter sophomore year, and it was not easy for me to get over that. I worked harder than ever to get the grades I wanted, and my hard work paid off. The rest of my sophomore year was much better than the first quarter, but I wasn’t completely satisfied with the outcome of some of my classes. I continued to work hard during my junior year, and throughout that year, my grades were consistent with my hopes. They were the grades I

On my first day of my freshman year of high school, I walked through the big double doors into the foyer with my classmates surrounding me, as we were all eager to begin our high school career. High school for me was a drastic change. Every student was given a MacBook Air Laptop, during our orientation period before entering as freshmen. I was at first extremely excited to be able to have our own laptops that we could use at any time, instead of using the computer labs. That alone eliminated the struggle of lugging multiple books from class to class. We were told that most books and assignments would be given out electronically and everything would be submitted online. To me this came as a surprise, because I spent the past 6 years in school going to the computer labs that we had in our elementary and middle schools. As I entered my first class, I was unsure what to expect now that we were given the responsibility of having our own laptops to use during the class period. When I sat down at the desk, my instinct was telling me to pull out my notebook from my backpack and

During the Winter of 2015, I was a sophomore in high school who was unmotivated to succeed. Most of my academic career I coasted by with sparse bursts of effort that were sufficient enough to sustain my passing GPA. I cared about little other than getting home everyday to ignore my homework and play videogames for hours on end. At that time I weighed the most I ever have in my life, eating unhealthy paired with a lethargic lifestyle. My math teacher at the time was Mr. Stern, a 6-foot tall, 260 pound Jewish man, who was balding. I was in his homeroom class, sitting in a generic green school chair, when he let us know he would start coaching the varsity wrestling team. At the time I had almost no idea what high school wrestling was, I had