Personal Narrative: My First Day At Tecumseh High School

When I lived in North Carolina in 2012, I lived in a small school within a tight nit community. From day one I felt as though I didn’t belong, and the ones who made me feel most out of place were my teachers. My teachers told me to leave and go back to Maryland because if i stay I would fail. I couldn’t believe teachers would say that I was so shocked. My teachers rarely attempted to help me with my work as if I was unteachable because I didn’t learn as fast as everyone else.

It was pretty odd suddenly coming in during the middle of the school year like this but at least another boy also started today - his name is Arnold but he told me that his reservation calls him Junior. Arnold seemed like he was trying to be nice but his actions came across more as being peculiar and basic signs of someone that I would not usually associate myself with. Reardan is much smaller than my old school but I guess that I should have expected that moving from the city to this exhaustingly infinitesimal farm town. I could tell that it was going to be quite different from the moment that I stepped into my first hour class and there were only nineteen students at the most sitting in the small room. The group of students all seemed pretty close to each other, like they had all gone to elementary school together and their families had cookouts on the weekends. The remainder of the day was uneventful. I skyped my (old?) cheer squad during lunch period - the girls all wanted to make sure that I was doing all right. My immediate answer was a pretty unenthusiastic, “No,” I missed my friends. With a frown I explained that the entire school was one short hallway in length and that no one here knew the good music, we then commenced in a few minutes of light conversation before I had to return to class. I have to get out of this town sooner rather than later, before my mental health takes any more

It was a Thursday evening when it all happened. Lady Titan Softball was at Tecumseh high school playing a conference game. Of course, this was my freshman year so varsity wasn’t exactly in my range. Winning the junior varsity game though, was just as important. We all knew this conference game was going to be a tough one, but we were willing to do anything to win.

This year, 2016 and 2017, was my first time at Early College High School. I was very worried and scared at the beginning of the year, but now, I am more comfortable at this school. From re-dos to essays, I have learned a lot this year from my English class. There are many things that I will forget, however, there are also memories and actions I will keep. Lastly, there is advice that I will provide for the upcoming sophomores.

My first day at Bennett High School was on February 4, 2015. I had previously communicated my intention to be at Bennett HS for my orientation that day to Mrs. Gina O’Kussick. At 8:30am, I got to the school and introduced myself to Mrs. O’Kussick with whom I then spent the next 10 minutes discussing and finalizing my weekly schedule. I decided to observe her next class in order to familiarize myself with the students and class atmosphere.

It was a warm Thursday morning in June. I had been training all summer long with the Hilton Head High School Cross Country team. Every morning we would have to be at practice in Hilton Head Plantation at 7:00 sharp, if we were late, we had to run 4 miles plus what we had to run for practice. That day, I am so lucky that there was not any traffic, because if there was I would have been late. I arrived at practice, and there was one of my friends from school, Cal. He had told me he was going to come run with us over the summer for a while, but until then he hadn’t been at practice.

Trees whipped past Jim as he looked out of the window. Jim’s family was moving once again for his dad’s job. His family was moving to San Diego, California. Jim was fourteen turning fifteen in about a month. He was extremely skinny and weighed ninety pounds. Jim's parents were constantly wanting Jim to eat more to weigh more and hopefully in the long run grow more. Jim height is five feet four inches, he had short, straight brown hair. The aspect of Jim that distinguished him from most kids was his huge smile and a large mole on the back of his neck. Jim was extremely excited about the warm weather, beaches and new friends he would hopefully make. He was also a little bit sad about leaving his hacking buddy, Andrew in Bardwell, Kentucky.

different doors to enter the school. Each here to move on with their life’s. My first day of school

I have been a Spring isd student since 2008. The schools I have attended are, Northgate Crossing Elementary, Twin Creaks Middle School, and now Spring High School. Over the course of these eight years I have learned and observed a variety of ways students upset teachers, specifically English teachers. If you are looking for ways to upset your English teacher, you have come to the right place.

I had never been in Forensics until my first year at Quinter High School; I actually knew nothing about it. Everyone said that it was for nerds and geeks. My first day in the class was pretty weird. I didn’t know any of the kids and the games they were playing were loud and hyper. I’m not usually the type for that kind of stuff so it was pretty annoying. I didn’t like the class too much, the walls were pink and covered in plaques and trophies. Little did I know, that I would soon be helping add to that wall.

I remember my first day at West Haven High School - I was terrified. I spent the night before reviewing how to get to my first period class. It did not help - as soon as I walked into the building I was overwhelmed. My older sister had already vanished with her friends and I had absolutely no idea where to go, but then I saw it. The back of blue shirt with the words PEER ADVOCATE written on it. I timidly walked over and asked for directions. Within an instant not only did I know where to go, but I was completely calm - if I had any questions I knew who to ask. It's the small things like that which draws me towards peer advocates.

I felt very self conscious of the eyes peering at me from every corner of the room. Surprisingly my self talk felt like it had had just got struck with lightning. I was shocked by the fact that I got excluded out and the embasament had a direct impact on my physical exertion. I had never peddled so fast as string of cues filtered through my mind “Come on Ariel push harder”, “Do you want to get singled out again”, “You can do anything for thirty seconds”. As an NCAA athletes here at Western I like to think I have my self talk dialled in. Nethertheless I didn't have any distinct communication with myself until the instructor incident. Everything I thought carried a note of positivity after I got going, even though a portion of that communication was inspired through a small amount of

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

Four years ago our class walked into Assumption High School not knowing that on earth awaited us. Some of us walked in excited and ready for a new adventure, others walked in timid not knowing what to expect, and some walked in terrified because they came from a different school and didn’t know anyone. Some of took one look at Assumption and thought it was massive for a school. As for me, I was terrified because I had heard of stories of the freshman getting pranked like taping them to a poll, or spray painting their car. Now four years later our class is walking out of Assumption thinking about how the halls seem much smaller than before, and how the teachers aren’t terrifying as we thought they were.

Once I arrived I went straight to my counselor as instructed to receive my schedule. Walking into the counselor's office I felt eyes stabbing my body shape. I knew in their heads they were thinking “She’s too skinny,” “That’s disgusting,” “Does she eat,” and “Why is she showing her legs.” A cute boy smiled at me and I smiled back happy that someone noticed me in a good way. That was until he went up to his friends and started making jokes.