Personal Narrative: My Junior Year

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.

It was the last last few days of summer before I started my Sophomore year of high school. My freshman year I applied and ran to be Sophomore class president, and I won. Before the start of school SGA (Student Government Association) had the responsibility to welcome and show new students around the school. While showing and bonding with new students I meet two new sophomores students named Ethan and Olivia. Ethan was a very attractive young man who was six feet and had nice dark hair, that was swooped to the right. Olivia on the other hand was a very short and pale girl who had orange hair that was very thin. Olivia and I both found Ethan to be attractive, Olivia made it known to me that she liked Ethan. It was the first day of school and

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.

Senior year is finally over. Everyone keeps asking what I am going to do with my life now. I just shrug my shoulders.

I didn’t really get into writing until my senior year. I had always been in Honors English (you know, the class for all the smart kids who were at a high school reading level in second grade). I had this teach for Honors 11, Ms. Mason, the coolest woman I’ve ever met in my life. My junior year wasn’t super good for me, but she encouraged me to keep trying and take her AP Lang class next year. We focused a lot on non-fiction research writing and I loved it. My senior year I also took creative writing with Mr. Day. Worst decision ever. Not only was the class chock full of freshman and seniors who don’t care, but Mr. Day was the type of person who graded you on how much you wrote like him. If he didn’t like your writing style (and he hated mine)

I thought my Sophomore year at UCLA was going to be regular. I thought I was just going to pass my classes, and gear up for next year. I never thought anything different would happen, but, life is unpredictable that way.

“The summer after your Junior year was the best part of highschool. The summer where you feel your transfer into adulthood being unleashed to new experiences and choices.”(Tyler Jordan on High school experience at the end of his senior year ending to my junior year.) This was my goal at the end of my Junior year to have the best summer ever because of my past record of boring summers that this one was going to be thee one.

In the time of my four years in high school I have been through a lot which has affected me academically. When I first started my sophomore year my family was in the middle of a custody battle for my nieces with my brother and his ex-wife. Through the time of fighting for custody an incident happened that ended with the kids getting taken from us and put into foster care. Those events affected me greatly because I was the one who raised my niece Casie from when she was born up until the custody issue. When the dispute was going on I couldn’t focus on any of my work as well with missing a lot of school, which was reflected in my grades. Recently to start my senior year I was sent to Boise Idaho because my grandfather had passed. During that

When I was student college freshman. I don’t know what expected out my freshman year, last memories and good friends. I know it is my first of the college bring about many experiences both should good positive and negative that would forever change as mine.

Junior year was a year of growth for me. Most parents push their children to be into activities but not mine. I struggled through a lot in my life and there wasn't always time of money for activities. Also, my mom wanted me to be my own person, which I am very grateful for but, at the same time, I wish she would have encouraged me to get out there more, but I did it on my own. At the end of my sophomore year, I got my license. Hooray! A day every kid looks forward to. It changed my life. I didn't need my mom to be around to drive me around, which she never was. Being a single parent and running her own business was a hard job for her and it was a lot, so I didn't ask for much. When I got my license, I started to involve myself in everything.

Leading into my sophomore year of high school, band was the center of my life. Providing social acceptance and a sense of purpose, I could always count on the fine art to get me through the drudgery of high school. Everything seemed to effortlessly go right. I naively believed my desires would always be provided for, as I was somehow the special (albeit, shy) exception. With this idea, I felt invincible going into my first serious audition. Unknown to me, this simple, six hour event, provided the stage on which my perspective would completely change.

During my sophmore year of highschool I began to work over the summer with my dad, i started working in the iron industry with him. I got payed minimum wage and i had to do 4 hour weeks during the summer because of all the free time i had becase of the summer break. I also work during the winter breaks. Since my sophmore year i continuesly go to work during whatever break i have during the school year. Some volunteer work that i have done is that i volunteer at my local church every friday and sunday for two hours every night form 7pm-9pm on fridays and 2pm-4pm/2pm-5pm on sundays. I have been running the sound at the church since august of

In my junior year I over thought everything and brought myself down in many aspects. At first I had no intention of doing anything, in all honesty I couldn't care less about coming to school let alone doing work because I had these elaborate thoughts on how whatever I do would hurt me whether it be mental or physical. In all reality by not doing anything, by over thinking that hurt me the most. I slowly tried to get out of the habit of overthinking and not doing anything but it was extremely hard. I lacked the willpower, I lacked the motivation, but most of all I lacked the common sense. I didn't realize that by not doing anything it would really mess me up in the long run. I started to understand what I was doing to myself later in my junior

In the years of my high schools years. I have a average GPA of a 3.0 during my four years of high school. I had struggled in my Junior in Math class it was called Intg Math 3 when the semester end I Finished the class with a F. I will take the blame because I did not ask for help because I was confused and did not want to have people look at me stupid. But now after learning my lesson I learn I should ask question if I’m lost. I now learned that as a part getting older and being a senior you should ask your teacher questions if

I never had a freshmen year. The closest I came to a freshmen year was my sophomore year. For the most part is a blur, like a dog running through a picture, blurred. Or maybe blocked. I could imagine that my sophomore year was pretty much like everyone else's freshmen year. The same awkwardness was still there just a year older perhaps. The younger me played at least five different types of sports, year round I was in sports. After my middle school career, I said, to hell with it, and quit it all together. I played no sport, or games, in the 10th grade. The impact was good, and kind of bad at the same time. My grades slipped a couple of times, now and then, and I feel like I would have made more friends, if I joined a sport, sooner than I