Personal Narrative: My First Year At Dominican High School

Keri Donahue involves herself with many community and school activities while having a hardworking mindset and perseverance. Her hard work can be exemplified by her induction into National Honor Society and the determination she uses during volleyball. Dan Donahue, Keri’s father, inspires her the most and instills a hard working mentality in her because he tries his hardest to put his children first and persevere through hard times. Likewise, Keri experienced many hard times in her life thus far. When she encounters a difficult time, she likes to be alone so that she possesses the opportunity to just think. On the same note, one of the hardest times of her life came as a freshman in high school when she became friends with a group of people

I climbed in the front seat, and we drove to the Santa Maria high school to pick up Roberto. The only thing i could think about was how did they found us and whats going to happen to us?As we got closer to the high school my heart started beating faster and faster. The officer drove in the parking lot and parked the car in front of the school and told me to wait for him while he went inside the school. a few minutes later the officer returned with Roberto by his side.my heart brook into a million pieces when i saw Roberto face as white as a ghost and tears in his eyes. the officer politely told Roberto to get in the car.the whole way back to bonetti ranch was silent

Once a sunny day,in San Luis middle school a big and beige school with vintage carpet and white walls.I am in the principal's office because i had made a wrong action that affected me in some way but it also help me though.However i was there because i had too many absences in my first and fourth period.I had too many absences because i was a immature girl that didn’t heard what my parents and teachers use to say to me,and because the only thing that matter to me was having fun with my friends without measuring the consequences.

In my junior of high school I volunteered, through the educational program Scholars, at a middle school called Tomas Rivera Middle School. As I already had experience tutoring students because of my position as a certified avid tutor in my middle school, I quickly became involved. I worked with students falling in mathematics and English learners. I was in charge of 2 distinct groups. The first, were 7th grade students in advanced algebra 1 and my second group was composed of 8th grade students in regular algebra 1. I worked with these dedicated students for a semester, almost every wednesday before I would go to school, for about an hour and 30 minutes.

Junior year. My junior year I realized things about myself that I hadn’t previously known. Things I’ve never done before and things people thought I couldn’t do. Situations I thought I wouldn’t be in and there I was. Junior year, I did it.

Trees whipped past Jim as he looked out of the window. Jim’s family was moving once again for his dad’s job. His family was moving to San Diego, California. Jim was fourteen turning fifteen in about a month. He was extremely skinny and weighed ninety pounds. Jim's parents were constantly wanting Jim to eat more to weigh more and hopefully in the long run grow more. Jim height is five feet four inches, he had short, straight brown hair. The aspect of Jim that distinguished him from most kids was his huge smile and a large mole on the back of his neck. Jim was extremely excited about the warm weather, beaches and new friends he would hopefully make. He was also a little bit sad about leaving his hacking buddy, Andrew in Bardwell, Kentucky.

Since the September 11th, 2001, America, as a whole, has only become more Islamophobic, due to media, politics, and negative stereotypes. This affects not only Muslims but all Americans in a bad way. The hatred leads them to discrimination, harassment, vandalism, arson, and violence. The word Islamophobia means the intense dislike and fear of Islam. It’s a collective social anxiety that resulted in hostility and prejudice towards Islam, Muslims, and people of Arabian descent. This leads to Americans fearing and hating Muslims. Islamophobia-involved hate crimes and discrimination have been around since the 70’s. The rates of then slowly increased until 2001, after the attacks, where the rate increase rapidly. In 2000, the number of hate crime against Muslims was only 354, but in 2001 it rose to 1,501.

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.

School was exactly how I had imagined it to be while I was in grade school. I had the privilege of having recess, early lunch hours, and most importantly, naptime! The day I started sixth grade, my whole world seem as if it flipped upside down. I was no longer at the top of the “food chain”, school was way more stressful, and I had, in fact, found new talents within myself.

This is my first year at Bonnabel high school, I came from Chateau Estates Elementary School, I attended there in from my 5th grade to my 8th grade. I met Keion at chateau, when i was in 5th grade Keion was in 4th, Thats why when i came here and found out that keion was in my grade (9th grade) I was surpriced. Most of my 7th grade and all my 8th grade i never did homework, thats why i dont trip to do it. I definitely don't do my homework. I rather do all my work at school because I know, I wont do it as homework.

My first week of at Liberty High School was pretty normal basically like a bigger version of middle school at frontier for me. My classes are all pretty fun and have their own characteristics, but for the most part cool. I went with all basic classes this year to see if they were to easy or if they would be perfect for me, so that next year if I wanted I can move up to ap classes. The sport I play most of the time right now is football, I play cornerback and running back. When I’m not playing football I am wrestling, and hopefully join the swim team if I don’t make varsity in football or wrestling. Also this year I hope that I can keep straight A’s, and if not at least not go below a

For the last two and a half months I have been counting the days away till the start of my junior year at Dugada high school. I look at my calendar and realize that my first day of school is tomorrow, and I not sure if I should be never more nervous or excited.

Back within seventh grade towards the start of the school year I was put into a course called "Advanced Art" and I sat with a friend. My friend, Javier, wasn't suppose to have the class so he was sure to leave within weeks. During the time with him I noticed this big group of friends that seemed quite interesting to me. Around the time when he had his classes changed the song "Wrecking Ball" by Miley Cyrus came along and I drew a funny picture about it. I introduced myself into the big group and at first they seemed off about me but then they accepted me, especially this one girl named Tiffany. We had a few classes together so we would sit together and this was a start of a story of best friends.

Like the bench I also redid, I wanted to pick a smaller item that would be better to start with rather than something large. To begin this project I gathered my needed supplies including wood stripper, Early American wood stain, steel wool, varnish, sandpaper and thick gloves. I then placed my headboard on a board balanced on two sawhorses. To continue, I put on my gloves and put large amounts of stripper on small sections of the wood and let them set before scrubbing. I found that this was harder than the bench because of the large amounts of paint on the headboard. This took more time to scrub off rather than the places only coated with stain. After finishing the front, I then flipped it over and worked on the back side. I noticed while

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