Personal Narrative: My Life After High School

It was an warm sunny day I was dabbing it ,four boys were strolling down woods street. There four boys names were Mac,dope boy ,devin and Shaddy. Devin was the smartest one out of all of them hood boys,the rest was the same.Devin was ready to start his own business selling shoes.Dope boy,Mac and Shaddy were going on the wrong path selling drugs,robbing and beating up people. Devin would hang around with them often and conversed with them, but he would not do any bad things. Mac has been a dad already, he had to take care of his 2 year old. Dope boy had an older brother, but, he go shoot a couple weeks ago. Dope boy was reckless, everyone was scared of him even his own mother feared for his life .Shaddy was the slickest one out of all of then, he would get away with everything he did.Shaddy was a only child ,no mother, no father living with his grandparents and living in the worst part of town.

According to Floyd Norris “the proportion of new american high school graduates who go to college, appears to be declining. Last october, just 65.9% of people who graduated had enrolled in college.” Would you want to be apart of that 65.9%? As a junior in highschool, on my way to graduating, 3 main pieces of advice that i would provide to my younger self would to be actively involved with school activities, clubs, and school spirit.In addition to that is to have better time management skills, also to start gathering ideas of what I wanted to do after high school, for example, college, jobs, or the military.

As I walk through the revolving doors at the airport in my hometown, I feel the anxiety begin to spread through my body. I have never been away from my parents for more than a couple days. How am I supposed to go nearly two weeks without them in another country? I greet my classmates, and we check in our luggage at the counter. The agent hands me three boarding passes one for each of the flights I will board today. When I check to make sure they are correct, it finally sinks in, ‘I am on my way to Costa Rica.’ As the final member of our group finishes with the agent, I hug my mother goodbye and step into line to go through security. It is time for me to be responsible for myself.

I'm pacing on the hardwood floors, the music is blaring to block out the city noise, and the aroma of coffee fills my small two bedroom apartment. My clothes smell like they just came from the dry cleaners and the lightly starched blouse clings to my skin as I rush to beat the clock. Briefcase in one hand and the cup coffee in the other as I shut the door and zip down the stairs. Six months have passed since I've graduated from high school and life couldn't get any better. However, there's only one problem...that 's not how I picture my post-high school graduation self anymore.

On a regular school day, in my writing class, our writing teacher told us that we had an assignment to do. But it was a challenge. Our assignment was that we had to write an 1000 word essay about how and after our high school years is gonna be. Whether it's gonna be good or bad. But he wasn't done explaining, he also said "whoever has the best essay, will win the scholarship. The winner will be announced at the promotion. Good luck to all of you and you may begin writing." While everybody was writing, i just sat there. I didn't want to write an 1000 word essay. Are you nuts? But i had no choice but to write the darn essay.

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

2017 has been a year to remember. I did many things that can only be imagined in one year. Graduating high school, traveling the world, starting college, and having people enter and leave my life so fluently.

I saw it. I saw as they drove into the peaceful grape fields that could be seen from any direction as the scorching sun burned our skin. I worked in those fields for eleven hours everyday with my parents. The peace was interrupted when the fields where invaded by white cars with a green stripe on both sides of the vehicle. Men in uniforms came out of the vehicles and started taking away some of my family’s closest acquaintances. I was seven years old when I discovered the reason my family lived in fear of stepping one foot outside the house unless it was absolutely necessary. The thought that they would take my parents away from me made fear overwhelm me until I dropped on my knees. My father grabbed my mother and I and ran as fast as we could

After what seemed like hours, Hanna had finally decided which shoe I was going to wear to the party.

My whole life I knew there was something different with me. Compared to my peers, I felt as if I was one step ahead of them in a developmental point of view. The thought process running through my head displayed contrast to others my age, and that left me feeling separated from them. Despite having had those feelings of not fitting in, the constant cycle of being the “mature one” did build my confidence. Whether I knew it or not, it has contributed to where I am now.

It is the first day of the last semester of my senior year of High school. I am going to miss this; having my close friends by me every single day. I never really was popular in high school and I usually tried to hide in the shadows, but my best friend Sophie would never let that happen. She really pulled me out from my bubble. Sophie loves everyone, but she is picky with whom she likes. I know it doesn't make sense, but it is the best description.

Walk up the cold steps. My heart beating exhausting, fast, feeling like It’s close to leap out of my chest.I don’t wish to be here, why am I here. I may gyrate straight away, GO! GO! GO! The thought goes through my head. Panic fleeing going through each of my nerves in my body. My senses strain, each sensation raised multiple.

I looked down at my feet as ‘Jo’ kicked sand at me. I gasped, looking over at him with a fake look of anger on my face. How dare the shorty kick sand at me! I watched as he looked up at me, and I tried to keep a straight face and not smile. I gently knocked him over by his shoulders, watching as he landed on the ground with a soft thud. I couldn’t contain my laughter anymore when I saw the look of shock on his face.

When I was young, I did a lot more seeing than speaking. I was considered a dream child - so quiet, so calm, such a pleasant student. I learned that it was easier to be a wallflower. To attain great grades rather than be yelled at. I grasped that if I was as close to perfect as I could be, my life would be as easy as the circumstances would allow. And to give myself an advantage, I practiced observing others. I knew would be most beneficial to befriend, who was troubled, who was mad, and who was something I could only wish to be: Average.

I believe this is something that happens too often. High school students are not informed of how important college is and the purpose of it. College opens so many opportunities for people. A degree can equip adults with the abilities to successfully do a job better than someone starting fresh out of high school. The purpose of college is to go beyond the education of high school and give adults the knowledge they need for success in the world.