Personal Narrative: My High School Support System

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.

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

Being a student at Washington Community High School, I put forth my best effort to involve myself in academics, athletics, school clubs, and volunteer work. During my freshman year of high school, I committed myself towards music to a great extent. I performed in the marching band, the Jefferson and Wilmor Contemporary Music Project bands, the Symphonic Winds top concert band, and the pep band. In addition to music, I competed in several athletic activities, including cross country and track. Furthermore, I participated in a considerable amount of school-sponsored clubs such as the Student Council, the Freshman Executive Board, the Washington Leadership and Community Service Club, the Spanish Club, and the Mathletes Team. Throughout my

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

The summer of 2012 was the start of the downward spiral into my high school career. This ass hole guy decided to dump me and my dumb ass kept going after him when I know I shouldn’t have so I got hella drunk one night (as a 14 year old) and made this hilarious video with my bff that people hated apparently even though we looked hot. And so we got kicked out of cheer lol. Stupid mrs hatfield even had the vid on her phone like wtf lol. So yeah great start to high school.

I showed resilience during my high school year was when I was in tenth grade. I had decided to take a couple more honors classes than what I was used to. I joined the yearbook committee as an extracurricular activity. My grandma got knee replacement surgery and I helped her recover when she got home, I also kept the house in order so that way she wouldn’t have to worry about cleaning anything. The year was extremely difficult because I had to keep up with honors chemistry, geometry, and digital design. That was the first year I had to get extra help in those classes during lunch and after school. Another challenge was that I participated in the yearbook committee. I had to acquire pictures from different events around the school and help fundraise.

As the hallways emptied, the three girls gathered into Desiree’s blue saturn car. Ironically, though her car was beat up, she had managed to dress in only the best and most expensive clothes items. Many were skeptical of her work ethics, and the fact that her bag cost more than her car, but her friends were not. She had always been brutally honest so her friends never questioned why she would never wear the same outfit twice.

Growing up we never had a stable household, so basically I went from school to school. I went to 4 elementary schools, the most stable being three years. About my second year of school we went from being somewhat below average to quite below average income wise and lost our house. We basically stayed in a hotel for most of that year. We then moved to a labor camp in Tampa for the finishing of my third grade year. Finally in 4th grade we had some stability where I went to Davenport Elementary for the final three years of grade school. I was very shy for the most part and had few friends in school probably from the contribution of being the only white guy on the black bus outside of the mentally challenged kid who had a grand total of zero

The first day wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but it wasn’t great either. I got lost so many times and the only thing more embarrassing than being lost in the hallway is asking someone for directions, which I had to do twice. I only had one class with my friends, but all three of us were in there. And Samantha Kline was in my second period social studies class. We had started hanging out during school for the last month of eighth grade, and I didn’t have her number, but we liked each other. I don’t know about liking each other. I liked her but I didn’t know if she liked me. She was cool. Popular but quiet. And very pretty. She had played basketball in middle school and had practiced with the high school soccer team for the second half

It was August and school was just around the corner. I was going to be a freshman that year. It wouldn’t be too bad if I hadn’t just moved to the west side of Cleveland. Once again, I was going to be a new kid, but I guess we all were because we were freshmen. Later I found out that the school I would be attending, John Marshall High School, was a 9th grade academy. They separated us from the upperclassmen because the High School wasn’t big enough. Construction workers were in the process of building the new high school that year, so that grades 9-12 could be together. We were placed in an old middle school, it sucked! I wanted the real high school experience, but in this situation, I still felt like a child.

I guess my school experience has been one of many trials and tribulations, more of a story of redemption. My intent is to shed a beacon of light onto what I deem to be the beginning chapters of my educational journey.

I am notorious for being clumsy. Sometimes I envision how my senior graduation will turn out, full of trepidation that I will trip on stage as I am approaching my principal to receive my diploma. Regardless, I realize that as the number of days left in high school decreases, it does not matter what happens on stage; all that matters is that I am finally graduating. OR

My high school years were going well the first three years since I came to the United States from Nepal in 2012. I was able to adjust enough through this transition although I confronted some difficulties as it was a new experience for me. I was focused on my goal; however, I struggled after we moved to Chesapeake from Norfolk at the end of September, 2015. It was the beginning of my senior year in a new school. There wouldn't have been much difference if the school system was the same, or if we hadn't moved suddenly in middle, but The classes here run everyday whereas Norfolk has an A-B class system. When I came here, I realized that I had a lot to make up for my AP classes, it was a challenge. The first day of school was a disaster for me,

Whilst walking down the hallway, I recalled the substitute teacher from Ms. Johnson’s Homeroom. Staring at the board I proceeded to enter the classroom, get my folder, and complete the Do Now. Glancing towards the clock I noticed that it was 12:15 and the entire class was getting ready for lunch. As we were walking out of the door the intercom suddenly goes off Beep! This is an intruder drill. I immediately seized the red bag from the closet, handed it to the substitute.