Personal Narrative: My First Day In High School

I remember the first thing we had to do in community was interview another student that didn’t go to your middle school and find out interesting facts about them and then get up in front of all sixty-five kids and share with the class. Right when this was announced my heart dropped. I had nothing interesting to say about myself, I wasn’t exactly the most interesting person from my own personal standpoint. Then, on top of everything else I had to interview this kid and figure out questions to ask him about his life. So of course I get paired up with this guy I have never even heard of and figure out he has all of this interesting stuff to say while I’m stuck telling him stupid stuff about me. I told him that I played soccer and I had a younger sister and a dog. I felt like the lamest person in the world. Then suddenly we all had to get up and share and everyone was saying things about exciting trips they went on or how they went to concerts and I couldn’t even concentrate because I would have to get up shortly and talk to these people myself. Finally it was my turn to walk to the front of the room and start talking about this random person. Of course I went up and did what I needed to, talking at the speed of about 3000 words a minute, then raced back to my seat and sat down. Then, once I could

Being a freshman is the hardest of your four years in high school. Have you ever been pressured to be the best person you can be? This is how my year was as a freshman. Freshman year was the most different I never thought I would of found my way around the school when I first started to go there. Freshman year was the best year throughout my years of high school and it was the only year I had friends. During this year I had a lot of anxieties which dealt with me thinking I’m gonna be alone and not have any friends throughout the year to support me through the whole thing. Also, I would think of the pressure of not doing good in any of my classes so I would think it would affect my GPA in the future. The transition from middle school to high school was a different type of thing to do.

I went into to Mrs. Wohlenberg’s class, very nonchalant and irritated. She was awful at teaching, which was her only job, and she choose favorites. All of her favorites were the popular kids, therefore I never had a chance. She literally bought them nachos,

As an observer who often sees students getting in trouble for what they have done, I never would have thought that one day, the student would be me. I am unable to recall exactly what day of the year it was, but I remember what happened clearly. That day, everything seemed to go so well; I had a great day with my friends and the school day was coming to an end. Suddenly that evening, at 2:12 PM, my day began to get worse, as if I got jinxed. During passing period before my last class, I decided to go use the restroom and unsurprisingly, the girls restroom was packed. By the time I got to class, I remember clearly that I had arrived a second or two after the last bell had rung. That day, my teacher happened to be standing by the door during passing period and when I got to class she said, “I want you to write me a page on why you

The next day, as promised, she handed out a short pop quiz. It was not as challenging as she tried to make it sound. It presented only five multiple choice questions on it. Once we finished our quizzes, she told us to read the next chapter silently. Once I finished my quiz at the speed of light, I decided to finish other homework, since I preferred to read at home anyway. So while the rest of my class was reading, I worked on homework. Thirty minutes later, I completely finished all of my other assignments, so I decided to start reading the chapter. After nearly two paragraphs in, my teacher interrupted the class to see if everyone finished reading the chapter. Unknown to me, the chapter was fairly short and everyone, but me, finished it. Raising my hand slowly, I told her that I had not finished reading. Everyone in my class turned around and stared at me. The teacher asked me how far I was in the chapter and how much time I needed to

Are you listening to lecture?” This discouraged students to ask her questions. They didn’t want to get put on the spot and look unintelligent in front of the rest of the class. Whenever she was putting a student on the spot, I would just sit there uncomfortable not knowing what to do. It was a bad environment to be in too, because the back door would often be opened up and insects would come in as a result of this. Mosquitos and flies flying in your face as you’re trying to solve matrices isn’t very pleasant. We would often hear claps throughout the class because people would slap their hands together, trying to kill an insect that keeps flying around them. Hearing loud, sudden clapping was startling and beyond distracting. This was one of the most challenging class I have ever taken and lots of people dropped out of that class, but I decided to step up to the plate and work through it. I overcame this by finishing my homework early so I could read every section before class. I also came on time every day to class, even on one of those days when I was sick and I put off time hanging out with friends and

Bystanders laughed and giggled at what I was doing. The persons behind the counter even laughed and whispered about what went on that morning. Some people judged me and looked at me with shame in their eyes, but I had no

When I was in the 7th grade, all students were required to take a Data Processing class, which essentially just teaches you how to type on the computer at a proficient level. In the first few months of school, your body’s immune system is trying to get used to being surrounded by germs and illnesses and sometimes responds by making you sick, so I had a cold. I had Data Processing at the end of the day, and was really not feeling well. It was always a rule in the classroom not to use your phone, but I was ill and my mom had asked my if I would like it if she would pick me up from school. Of course that was way better than riding the bus, so I tried to discretely respond that yes, I would like her to pick me up from school. It was in that moment when the English Language Learner Aid (ELLA) caught me texting my mother and told the head teacher. The ELLA and the teacher talked back and forth about what they should do about my phone usage- in front of the whole class! I was mortified, especially when the ELLA made the comment, “Wow! Caught using your phone so early in the year?” I’m sure my face was as red as a tomato. Of course, I didn’t know what to expect when I said that the only person I was texting was my mother, but it definitely wasn’t the response I got from the ELLA. She said, “That's what everyone says when they get caught texting.” The women obviously didn't know my character, but I relented. I don’t really ever get in trouble, and I usually try and commit myself to pleasing teachers, so I didn’t know how to go about this embarrassment nonchalantly. Eventually, between the two teachers, and in front of the entire class, they decided that I would not have my phone taken away, and would just be let off with a warning. My mother did pick me up from school, and as soon as I reached the car, I started hysterically recalling the day’s events, and how I had been caught texting

My transition into high school was as easy as taking a breath. I had always found school quiet easy and I never had to put much effort into getting promising grades. Before high school I had my whole life figured out, or at least I thought I did. I had planned that I would attend a law school or major in English. After a while of being in high school I started to realize many things. My parents did not have the financial stability to send me to a law school, I was not as smart as all the other kids, little by little I began struggling with a negative mentality about myself and my future. I slowly let go of my dream of becoming a lawyer and decided to join the Health Careers Academy. Soon enough, I began to have a deep interest in the medical field but then again I continued to have the same question; how can I afford going to a medical school? I did not know much about college or what it took to get into college. I assumed I just had to have a pretty transcript and that was all it took. My self confidence began to lower as I saw how other students cruised through their high school years so effortlessly. I never wanted to ask for help because I did not want to seem “dumb”. I would bite my tongue and hold in all the unanswered questions I had. My junior year, I was having a very difficult time. I had a tight schedule which consisted of almost all AP or honors courses. I slowly began to give up because I did not believe that I could do it. I let my grades slip failing almost

Coming into high school was amazing because it was nice to experience, a whole new school setting. But in reality my first year was the worst year. I lost my grandfather along with three uncles, and it shook my whole year. The fact that i am still in school is outstanding, when i look upon it. The most difficult obstacle for me was getting back on track after what i went through my freshman year high school.

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

I knew it, I was lost. I was told to go right by someone that was new to me. All of this was new to me, but once again I had to mess it up. I asked someone else for directions to class, then another, and then another. The halls looked the same to me, pondering whether I should go left or right. The directions started yelling back at me in forty different angles, like I was at a football game at my house. Screaming, “GO GO, no stop, break his ANKLES!!!!”,”AW, COME ON, GO LEFT, NOOOO NOOO, GO RIGHT NO LEFT AGAIN!!!!” I felt as though that the hallways were a maze and I was the maze runner.

We all have different kinds of the first day of school experiences, but for every student, I feel that stepping into the first day of school as a freshman would mark as the most memorable day in all high school years. Before the first day of school, I quickly thought that my freshman year would turn into the toughest and saddest year in my experience. My best friend would not attend the same high school with me, which already gives me many conclusions of how sad and hard of a school year it would result. However, maybe things will turn out differently than we think if we just change something about our way of living it.

I knew this was a risky experiment where I could possibly get beat up by random females or someone calling the cops on me and file a harassment complaint. Therefore, I thought about a location where I can get kicked out the environment. The winter park library was the perfect location for my experiment. I went there on Saturday morning where it is more active and crowded. After the plan and location was put in place, I decided to burn bridges with a lot of unknown females. I randomly pull the first woman aside, and set down a scale and say "How much do you think you weigh? Step on the scale please." Everyone around her just looked at me with surprise and where waiting on her reaction. She just simply smiles and say no thank you! I

Suddenly, there was a hush in the room. The teacher had asked someone a question! I tried to seem casual as I glanced up to see if I was the unlucky person who had been called upon. My heart jumped and then I realized that the teacher was looking at the person to my right, waiting expectantly for an answer. I stared at the girl also, as if I was truly interested in whatever ramblings might come out of her mouth about the dead general and his battle. I felt my face grow warm with a slight blush as I became embarrassed for her and her inability to answer the question. She must have been paying as much attention to the lecture as I had been. Finally, she was able to formulate a less than mediocre answer that satisfied the monotone voice at the front of the room and the lecture resumed. Another glance back at the girl and I saw the cell phone palmed in her left hand down by her side. She had been text-messaging someone instead of paying attention!