Personal Narrative: My Growth In High School

Through my time growing up in Corona Queens as a kid I had come to realize something, I was beginning to get shorter as time progressed, the odd part was that I was the tallest in my class, standing at 5,10 in the 7th grade I was considered tall for a kid my age, in addition to only being 12 but regardless as I kept on coming home, I only felt as if I'm getting shorter. one day returning from the library and my reading session about the book Nature I was still in shock about what Henry David Thoreau has said about "sucking the marrow of life", and as I was attempting to think of how I can accomplish what he said, I fell and nearly broke my skull. it was then that I realized that what seemed like a footstep to walk into my home was a 10ft fall.

Going through high school the days were all the same, except for game days. There was just something different about the culture of the school. You could almost feel the excitement in the air. Every “Good luck tonight,” that was received made it feel like the whole school was rooting for me. This was my senior year and tonight was an especially big game. The game that night would decide if we made playoffs and if I could step on the court as a Hawk again.

High School has definitely given me many potentials. Transferring from Leuzinger High School to Moreno Valley High School has made me noticed that I’ve learned a lot such as: how to problem solve, how to not give up on myself, and how to accomplish difficult tasks. For example, when I attended Leuzinger High School, I wasn’t open-minded. This is because I didn’t take any useful opportunity for granted such as tutoring or extra credit. Then, when I moved to Moreno Valley High School, I finally took a chance to take any opportunity into consideration because more people influenced me, which made me believe in myself. The first opportunity I took for myself was going to tutoring for honors pre calculus. Because I played sports, I had to balance

I lived in Sterling, Illinois, in a decent sized house outside city limits. I never actually attended middle school, as I was home-schooled for sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. During home-school, I got to spend all of my day dealing with my siblings (which is worse than it sounds). If it wasn't my siblings, it was my dad, who I don't really talk to as is. Nothing is the matter between us, I just don't talk much. Most of my time not in school or dealing with my family was spent in video games or exploring a nearby forest. There wasn't much between those two, as I only had two friends I talked to. I worried for the longest time that I would go my middle school AND high school years with only those two friends. I wasn't one that could be described

The switch from middle school to high school is very difficult for many people. Once it is about one month before the school year begins, most have unfeigned emotions of nervousness and exhilaration because they have no idea what to expect. I am familiar with these emotions because at that time, I could rarely find complete repose and stop thinking about it. What many ponder, before they embark on the long journey through high school, is whether they will make new friends or not. Friends will be made, but diffident people, from my experiences, have had the hardest time because they are more reserved and quiet. Ones who have indomitable courage are not as afraid to approach others, introduce themselves, and find things in common. Additionally, many worry about the difficulty of their classes and what each teacher will be like. Most students hope hope their teachers will be altruistic and be the type of person to always offer help and advice. However, other students enjoy being challenged by having to handle all situations on their own.

I grew up living in st.louis missouri. Growing up in st.louis wasn’t so easy for me. I went to a school called confluence academy walnut park.I lived in a two family apartment one side owned by my grandma and one side that my mother owned. This was until my mother got sick with breast cancer. So sick that the hospital had to bring in a portable hospital bed and move it inside my grandma’s house so my mother could be watched. I wasn’t that old of age at but i realized and learned more than a child my age should have. The house my mother had was watched by me and my brother but most of the time i just stayed at my grandma house to watch them both.

My high school education has prepared me for my next steps after graduation. There has been people that have help me get prepared for the next step and some of the education has helped me for the next step. School has prepared me because I known the basic skills needed out in the real world. Like math has help me get prepared for the money troubles and English has helped my right a resume to get a better job.

Growing up in a school where my classmates remained the same from Pre-K to 8th grade, I became accustomed to the people I was with every day. I had my own group of close friends as the years went by, and this prevented me from acquiring the skill of making new friends. When I went to high school, everything changed. I now did not have to walk in two straight lines to every class, worry if my name tag was not on, but most of all, I now had to make new friends.

Growing up a quiet girl in a family of outspoken children and adults left me tasked with finding a place for myself. When I was younger, when asked a question, most of the time I would be too shy to answer. On the rare occasions where I'd build up the courage to speak, I could never get my response out before my mother or some other relative would answer for me. If someone asked me "How are you doing?," there'd be a long pause of silence before, finally, someone else would pipe in and respond "Sorry, she's just shy, and she's doing fine." Countless recurrences of this scene eventually led me to realize that within in my family, I would always be spoken over and that if I wanted my voice to be heard, I would have to find another medium to express myself.

Due to my rashness I potentially destroyed the only legacy I would ever have at my high school. It began and ended Freshmen year. The first month of school, I was eager to get involved on campus. I was intrigued to try out something entirely unfamiliar. I still remember the excitement I had as I looked over the list of activities and sports, it was pure adrenaline. I finally fell on the decision to join the swim team. After a quick shopping spree for a skin tight black speedo and goggles at Big 5 and one uncomfortable physical examination, I was ready to get into the water. First week of practice was simple and tranquil, I was being taught the proper technique of swimming and was ultimately building up my endurance. However simplicity and tranquility

Growing up in small-town Alaska has its perks. My home town of Petersburg is a strong and intertwined community, where hard work, service, art, education and culture are very important. Although it was a beautiful place to grow up, life for my family was different. This is the story of my journey out of abusive homeschooling and how experiencing serious challenges in high school affected and effects my personal goal to live a life worth living and do hard things.

High school in its self is an experience. There are many activities and opportunities to take part in. I have been provided the opportunity to have experience many of these during the course of my high school career. The one that stands out to me as most satisfying was when the girls volleyball team went to state. However, I am not a member of the volleyball team; I am a part of the band.

Growing up in a poor neighborhood without any guidance for school was tough for me. I really didn’t care for school and sometimes even skipped school to stay home. I was a troubled kid heading down the wrong path. I could have cared less if I graduated school or not. When I was in fifth grade I didn’t really try in school but I loved astronomy, chemistry, and physics but I never did my school work/homework. Growing up my mother was pregnant with my little brother named Jayden but had complications with her pregnancy making him premature by a month due to the womb losing amniotic fluid. He currently has seizures, learning disabilities, asthma, and has trouble pronouncing words. My little brother works hard everyday to overcome these troubles

Throughout my high school education, there have been many factors that contributed to my performance. Some were out of my control and others were solely my actions. I take full responsibility for not pushing myself to try harder in school. Some circumstances made this difficult, at the time I lived at home with my mother, sister, and brother but then one day it all changed. First, my brother joined the Marines and left home and soon after my sister followed and joined the Air Force and also left. Since my mother is a single parent, my siblings contributed a lot financially and helped her tremendously. For this reason, she began to work even longer hours. To attempt to help my mother, I started working a lot when I turned 16. My mistake was

My education has never been on a secure pace, but always a roller coaster of inconsistency and long periods of unknowns. From the time I entered High School, first attending Charlotte Catholic, I was never quite able to find a rhythm in my school work. Struggling to balance schoolwork with sports, at times I rushed making silly mistakes that cost me credibility among the faculty and my friends. It was not until I realized I needed to make a change, I needed to find a place and pace where I felt at home. That place for me was Covenant Day School and the change occurred between my 10th and 11th grade years. My friends thought the decision was silly, it would cost me dearly; but I felt not changing would cost me more.