Personal Narrative: My First Time In High School

To many freshman the first day of high school is the opening chapter of a new novel, a fresh start to a sometimes embarrassing middle school experience we would all just love to erase from our memories. August 13th, 2012 was the beginning of my four year long narrative at Cypress Bay High School. Despite my desperate desire to grow up, become an adult, and move far away from my parents for college all that did not seem possible because I had never previously attended a public school. I was struck with fear that I would not be able to adjust to the fast pace dynamics of a large high school.

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.

I had assumed Jack had gotten the same letter too. By the way I was getting absolutely drenched. Saying that is was pouring that day is an understatement. It was raining like you cannot believe. Anyway, I opened the door to my house quietly because I didn’t want my mom to know I was home in case I received bad news in the mail. I locked myself in the bathroom and peeled open the envelope. On the top in big font it said “Red Bank Catholic class of 2021” My eyes darted down the paper. The letter began by reading “Congratulations on your acceptance to Red Bank Catholic High School.” I could finally breathe, until I started to think of all the responsibilities that came with this acceptance. I had to wear a uniform, not a sports uniform. I can’t just “not care” about school anymore either since my parents were paying $15,000 a year of their own money. I’m going to miss my friends (Alvino) and also I’m not going to have the luxury of being the last stop on the bus going in and first out.After I thought of all the negatives that came with this I thought of the positives, and to me the positives outweighed the negatives by

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my

First came the test. Then the application form, the essays, and finally teacher recommendations. When I had completed the process, I proud of the effort I had put into this application, and I was confident that it had what it took to secure me a place within the KAMSC class of 2018. I sent the forms off, feeling pleased, but the application soon faded to the back of my mind as I returned my focus to school. Several months passed before the rumors began to swirl. “The acceptance letters were sent this week,” I heard as I walked through the hallways. The excitement I had felt while sending the letter off, quickly returned. In only a few short days I would know my fate. When the day finally arrived, I found the signature teal stamped letter from KAMSC in my mailbox, but as I picked it up I realized that something was wrong. The letter was to thin. I tore it open, hoping that what I was perceiving was only the result of my nerves, but when I looked down all I could see were two words, wait

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 fifth grade school year ended very quickly, Mrs.Cullen retired, and my classmates and I moved on to the next chapter of our lifes, sixth grade. As the next school year arrived, I went about sixth grade the same way I had started about fifth grade, I had a ton of friends in my class, and I thought that sixth grade would be a walk in the park. My advisor was Mr.Ferry, and having to write about 1000 times I will not disrupt class, I finally began to approach sixth grade in a different way. In sixth grade I learned the importance of mindfulness, and doing what I loved from

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.

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.

Sadness, desperation, and the thought of failure plagued my brain as I went into my second day of Sophomore year in high school. I had grown to dislike school a lot as it felt like all the fun I used to have was slowing diminishing into nothing. As I walked to my next class, I looked down to make sure I had the right room number. I did, it was time for English which I was not looking forward to. But, to my surprise, this English class would change everything

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.

Ever since we received report cards in the mail, a part of me dreaded it. When I was nine, I scrambled up the stairs after peering over my twin brother’s grades just to shove my head under my pillow and dismally wonder why I was not good as him. He was always the one my parents prided about to the other parents while I was an afterthought. Around ten and eleven, my parents gave my brother and I math practice over the weekends. My mother and father would frequently rupture in frustration when I asked too many questions or struggled on a concept. Slouched in my chair, tears would uncontrollably rush down my cheeks that even my hands could not stop the wrinkled pages from getting stickily smudged and drenched again. Being twelve was no better. When my parents tried to console me by remarking my B’s sufficed because girls were not be as smart as boys, they only confirmed my doubts that I would always be behind in life both in my mind and in reality no matter how much I felt or thought I did. All of my uncertain and inadequate thoughts that dominated throughout my childhood only amplified when I was thirteen. Eyes wide and terrified, my mother stood and pointed rigidly before me in quivering fury, bellowing how I never worked hard, how my passions were ridiculous, and how one day I would end up a failure like my older brother whose coming out devastated my parents

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

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.

It was a bitter January day when I walked into W.H Morden- my old elementary school. I spent half of my pre-adolescence days there; while I attended, I participated in a range of extra curricular activities- you name it, and I probably managed to juggle it. Anything from: track and field, the eco team, the volleyball team, basketball team, and refereeing school games in my spare time. That year, I managed to graduate grade 8 with a drama award, and how I managed to balance all of that, I do not know. However, that day I was there for a completely different reason. It had been a few years since I had been back last, and a lot had changed. This was no longer the school I had remembered, instead, it was