Personal Narrative: My First Week At Liberty High School

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

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

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.

It was the first day of school at Brooklyn High school and at some ungodly hour, my cold-blooded step brother,Alex,came pounding on my door, saying,”Gracie, wake up, it’s time for school and my room isn’t clean!!” It was so early, even the taxi drivers were sleeping.

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.

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.

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 think I substitute taught for your great ESOL students on Friday, November 17, 2017, and that day was my first time at Northwestern High School. I apologize for not contacting you sooner, but I accidentally forgot to mention what I am writing now.

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 started middle school almost three years ago at North Davidson Middle school. The first person that I met was named Jack Knox, I met him on my bus at the end of the first day. As time went by Jack and I became best friends, we hung out all the time in and out of school. He was in eighth grade when I was in sixth grade and I ended up going to his eighth grade graduation and he had always planned to come to mine. When summer started, we hung out everyday, he came to all of my cheer events and he even came school supplies shopping with me, and he was at the hospital the day my baby brother was born.

Every day is a continuous routine. I wake up with my face planted on the bed. I contemplate about my life. What am I even doing with my life? I enjoy playing basketball,l but can’t seem to make the team. I practice every day for a few hours. Then, I sleep and restart.

It was the first day of school, at my new school, Belzer Middle School. We had just gotten on the bus, and one of my friends mentioned volleyball tryouts. So I started to talk to them and ask questions about the time and place. Then we got off the bus and the day went on. Sooner than later it was 5th period and the volleyball coach just happened to be my substitute for my 5th period class. When there was time I asked him about the tryouts, and how to sign up. He told me to talk to Mr.Connors , the athletic director. Next, I had just realized the day was over, the bell rang and it was time to get on the bus and go home. As soon as I got home I told my Mom about the volleyball tryouts, so she e-mailed Mr.Connors to ask what we needed to do to

"I cant feel my face when " ranged my alarm. " Oh come on five more minutes".

During my freshmen year I wasn’t very active in my community. I had a lot of spare time, but never participated in any events. During the end of freshman year, I really wanted to do something to give back to my community. I would see my little brother struggle with his homework and realized that many children at school might be struggling too. I decided to volunteer at my old elementary school, Lincoln Elementary School. I volunteered with a program named Engage 360. I went during my freshmen summer and spent 4 hours a day with the children. I was a teacher aid. I would help my assigned teacher with anything she needed. Whether it was with supplies, taking care of a few students, or helping the students with anything. That summer each individual

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