Personal Narrative : My First Day Of High School

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.

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.

Starting high school was a challenge. There are new surroundings and new people to please and impress. Classes were difficult, not because the work was hard but because there was nothing that was the same. New school, new teachers, and new faces to try to please were to much to handle when everything was falling apart at home As time went on, the smile face mask I had to wear everyday got thicker and thicker and it was getting more difficult to put on every morning. The only thing I would do when I got home was do my homework, read a book, maybe watch a little TV, nibble on dinner then go to bed. That was my life and that was my routine for 2 years. When I did go out with friends I would be home way to early and nothing really happened to make

It’s a well known fact that college is one of the most memorable experiences in life, and one of the most anticipated. I had interviewed David Tanaka about his college adventure. He’s witty, energetic young man working as a sixth grade social studies teacher at Kalama Intermediate. He was my sixth grade English teacher, the best one I’ve ever had. We were really close in my first year of middle school, mostly because I didn’t really have friends at the time so I always hung out in his classroom. I got dropped off at Kalama after school a few days ago and walked inside his classroom, pausing when I saw a bunch of teachers inside, talking. Some of the them had had me as a student, so it was a nice reunion. Once they filed out of the classroom, I interviewed Mr. Tanaka, who was a little preoccupied with eating the Lilikoi muffin I brought for him.

The summer before my senior year of high school was anything but as exciting as the book whose pages I would later find my solace in. I had had a rough few years, especially within the walls of my public high school. Most

Claustrophobia quickly consumed me, and I felt as though the disgusting, dirty, yellow tented walls were closing in on me. Cubical spaces littered with graffiti lined ever open space of the four walls. The stink of the room was nauseating. It smelled of musky body odor like a cheap and dirty motel. Neglected and deteriorated the building appeared to have been let go. Despite feeling cramped and uneasy I took my seat. As luck seemed to have it that day, I sat down in a broken chair. The swivel chair dropped back! The state worker apologized and switched the chair before logging me into start. In that moment I really realized how much I regretted ever dropping out of school, and how important it was that I succeeded that

Growing up I learned about financial trouble by my parents telling me that Santa’s workshop is under construction, so he’s limited on supplies. I got told that at a young age and at the time I didn’t understand. Once I got older and started following financial situations and saving money, I realized what they meant. Looking back at it now, it isn’t a big deal because I understand what happened. At the time I was upset because I knew I wasn’t going to get everything on my list.

It was a steaming summer day while I was warming up in the in the bullpen. It was summer 2016, and this was my 1st high school baseball game. I was throwing with Grant Talley to warm-up. He was one of the two catchers on our team. After about 15 warm-up pitches, it was time to take the field with my teammates. I had a jittery feeling in my stomach while the coaches were talking to us, before we took the field.

The last class of my old professor’s life took place once a week in his house, by a window in the study where he could watch a small hibiscus plant shed its pink leaves. The class met on Tuesdays. … No grades were given, but there were oral exams each week. … You were also required to perform physical tasks now and then, such as lifting the professor’s head to a comfortable spot on the pillow or placing his glasses on the bridge of his nose. Kissing him good-bye earned you extra credit.

This story begins with me stumbling into my High School senior English course, Senior English B. It was the first class of the day, starting roughly at 8:00 am, I was never too thrilled to be up around this time, even to this day. The day was hot and sunny, as per usual in the sunny vista that is Phoenix, Arizona. At this point and time in my life, I was just waiting for High School to end; moving on to larger avenues was the most important thing on my mind. Every day I had these thoughts in my mind, and today was no different.

It all started early Wednesday morning it was April 24th when the bell for first period rang. Everyone left their group of friends and scattered all over campus to get to their classes. It wasn’t until the tardy bell rang and my class still didn’t have a teacher that we knew

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

“The turning point of high school occurred during my senior year . I was at home spending time with my grandfather when out of the blue told me ‘Promise me that you’ll get your education because I want you have a better life than me.’ When he looked up at me he had the

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

On the second day of my senior year of high school, my AP Psychology teacher, Mrs. Markey, thought it would be a fantastic idea to go around the room asking everyone the same three questions: "what do you do in your free time?", "do you have a job?", "what do you want to be when you grow up?" I expected her to come to each of our desks individually. Instead, she sat on a stool in the front of the room and made everyone answer her questions aloud. I like attention, but I don't like being the center of it. As my turn was approaching, I was torn between staying in class or going to the bathroom to avoid answering her questions. I stayed.