Personal Narrative: My First Practical Experience At Cootamundra High School

Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will

I got hired on at Pekin Community High School in April 2015. When I was first hired, I waited months before hearing anything from colleagues in the science department. At the beginning of June, I received my first email from Heather Green who was the other special education science teacher. Her email was a bit intimidating as it was five pages long welcoming me into the department, giving me a description of my job, and asking if we could meet up so she could further explain how to prepare for the start of the school year.

I, currently as a student at Ruth Thompson Middle School, have contributed to the community around me in many ways. In my school, as of now, I have been part of the RTMS Tech Team, which includes in helping students with technology, helping teachers set up with assemblies, open houses, replacing PC monitors, and a lot more. As part of tech team, I have also helped with things that are relatively tedious, like sorting out a whole room of cables. Yes, I will do it again at JFSS if I’m assigned or have the opportunity to. Also, I have helped with jobs that may require a little more skill. In my school, I have tried, along with a team of other students, try to install Chrome OS on unsupported hardware, which if succeeds, will be installed on more

When I entered Glenbrook South High School for my first day of freshman year, I was not excited to be back in school and I was definitely not ready to learn again. I remember the first class I had was English. As I sat in English, I recognized some people from middle school, but most of the faces were new to me. The teacher, I forgot her name, was very nice and welcoming. She asked us to pull out our “Of Mice And Men” books and asked someone to read the first page out loud. One of the students began to read out loud, and I followed along. After the first page was completed, she asked for a volunteer to summarize the page. No one volunteered so she picked from the attendance sheet. She picked me. I got nervous because I had no clue what was

With the thought of finally graduating Westby High School, I had to decide what my next chapter would entail. I knew furthering my education would ultimately be my only choice, however the plan for the years to come were difficult. I contemplated for hours whether I wanted to make an extra maybe $5,000 a year or take on less student debt. With a personal finance class to help me make this decision my senior year, it was clear. I decided that to enroll at a two year institution was more beneficial for my financial standings.

I attended 7th and 8th grade at Batavia Junior High School. That experience was very overwhelming because all the kids in grade schools were now in one school. During the fist six months of junior high was horrible for me. All the friends that I made in grade school separated into junior high clicks and I was forced to make new friends. I remember feeling alone for a while and didn’t fit into a specific group. Whereas my brother had all sorts of friends and seemed to enjoy this new experience. Junior high was also the time where I began to feel different from the other kids and realized that I was gay. I never told anyone how I felt and kept it a secret which only increased my isolation from other people. In 8th grade, I began to get

From the moment I began attending Wyandotte High School I gave my all in every activity that I got involved in. I threw myself into every project placed upon me, and anything I was tasked with. I came from an isolated home-schooled environment, and it was not until August of 2012 that I joined any public schooling system. The change was sudden as well as very different from what I was used.

On January 13, 2016, I met with Mahmuda Nilu Alam at my elementary school, Pacoima Charter Elementary. I met her through former teachers I had who presented me to Mrs. Alam, and advised me to volunteer in her second grade classroom in order to get to become more acquainted and familiarized with her. So, I decided to do just that and volunteered as a teacher’s assistant after ESY, and made my way over to the elementary. After properly greeting her and introducing myself to her class, I assisted her with her lessons, ran errands, and helped some of the students struggling to comprehend their writing prompt. We were able to exchange a few words scattered throughout the day during class session, but were not able to go into depth of our conversation until lunch, which is where I had a complete new perspective of viewing the American lifestyle.

On a sunny day at summit pointe elementary. It was the school picnic and I am with my family and friends.I got on the playground. I got on the swing with my friend Ella. So I asked if she could push me on the swing. “ yes,” Ella responded. Then when she started to push I trip and fell right on my arm. “It feels broken,”I carried. I was yelling and tears wore rolling down my face. Then I ran to my dad. “ what's wrong?” asked my dad. “ My arm hurt really bad,”I yelled. So went home. I could not move my arm. 2 days later. I was at the hospital. My heart was racing because I was so worried. Then I got a pink cast. I still have my cast. “ well are you ready to go home,” asked my dad. Yes but I am never touching a swing

Since entering Hingham High School, I have developed into a leader equipped with skills that allow me to take roles in improving the community. My junior year, I became a Student Council fundraising committee head, where I was first introduced to taking initiative on a large scale and utilizing organizational skills to bring the school together. A noteworthy example of my leadership skills occurred when I, along with my fellow committee heads, were tasked with organizing the Hingham High lip sync. Initially, we worried that the event may be canceled as it had been the prior year when Student Council failed to sell tickets and assemble a team of teacher chaperones. Many members of the student body expressed their disappointment with previous

One of the worst choices I made was last year at the Burley High School. Last year I did not go to school much, I missed too many days and hardly ever handed in my homework. I was later signed out of school for the last two months of school. The best choices I made this year was come back to school and get a job. Nothing has really changed, but I know now that I will be getting money and will be getting better help from the teachers, being bored at my house is not going to be a problem. I am going to keep myself busy throughout the whole day. My family is also not going to be upset with me, they are going to be proud of me. The choice that I will make right now is that I will continue to go to school, I will not miss a lot of days in school.

Since last week was canceled due to fog; this week was my first week at Celina Intermediate. I meet Jess Homan early that day to discuss this year, figure out what she expects out of me, and to figure out how the day goes. She was very open and understanding. She is also such a people person. Right away she introduced me to the other staff and surprisingly the other staff I will be communicating with were very young. I know age should not be an aspect I look for in a teacher, but with teachers, including mine, being younger I still feel more comfortable.

As a young boy, I have always been one to pull things apart. Sometimes with force, other times with finesse. I was never concerned with what it was or what it did, but how it did it was the fascinating part. sometimes, I would pull apart an old cell phone and, to my dismay, see a bunch of electronics. I would pull apart a toaster and see the heating coils, the button, and the little latch that kept the assembly together. As I got older, I found out the wonderful thing called math. I could pull apart functions and equations without my parents being upset about a broken toy or appliance. Where (mostly) everyone was in pain to be on a site called IXL, I loved it. I would solve problems by pulling apart the problem and putting it back together with the answer. I would not even look at without even looking at IXL’s solutions I would complete a week's worth of work in three to four days.

My middle school experience was relatively nice. I made a lot of friends and one of my friends I made then is actually my best friend now. I was quite popular and I was even friends with some of my favorite teachers. I remember getting my first cell phone for receiving good grades and going out to eat with my friends for the first time. Though it was nice, I also remember understanding that everyone was not genuinely nice. My middle school was very cliquey and whenever there was a misunderstanding, we would “confront” others about it. In other words, people would call others out on why they did not like them. I was confronted once by people who I thought were my friends, all over a guy I had no interest in. I also confronted others for no concrete reason.

My junior year at Broadalbin-Perth High School had begun and I was was eager to try new things and move onward to the next step of my future. I came to FM as an early admit student seeking new surroundings and friendly faces, and instead I discovered much more than that. I found my future.