Personal Narrative: My Life After High School

"What do you want to be when you grow up?" Throughout my life I have been asked this complicated question over and over. How can anyone decide what she wants to do for the rest of her life after high school? Previous to me entering high school, I was convinced I would be entering the criminal justice field. I had everything planned out, but things usually do not turned out as planned. It wasn't until I was entering my Senior year of high school did I realize I couldn't be more wrong with what I wanted to accomplish with the rest of my life. After learning more about myself and my interests did I change my plan to studying business throughout my upcoming college years.

By the end of the week detention was getting so absolutely frustrating I felt like breaking the teachers neck every time I heard her exhale.

\Mostly, the world went by so, so slowly. It took everyone ages to get even a simple sentence out. They all walked like they had nowhere they could need to be, and every time they ate it was a whole big production. Then they all conked out for eight hours a night-- just had to check out and bid the world a fond farewell. Peter found it much more efficient to take quick naps throughout the day, mostly between people saying "um" and the eternity until the next word. This left him free for a bit of late night sight-seeing. Something about the dark made people believe no one else could possibly be watching.

For years up until highschool, I had successfully tried out for and made a variety of sports teams. That is, until sophomore year. It was my first year trying out for the Winnacunnet baseball team, which everyone had known to be terrible for years. 3 months full of hard work later with that idea still in my mind, I was filled with a weird mixture of confusion, anger, and sadness when I was told that I had been cut from the team before the start of the season. At the time I thought that day ended my entire baseball career, I’d never play another meaningful inning of the game I loved ever again. I decided against that idea though, I wasn’t gonna let one bad event stop me from following my dreams. So starting that summer, I trained all year round

Five minutes before the bell rings Kelsey comes back and we head to my next class which is math, hopefully this entrance is better than my last blocks. We head in an a young blonde short teacher with thick glasses is writing formulas on the board, we walk in and she looks our way and grins she says welcome to her class and her name is Mrs. Williams and then she walks to her desk and hands me a folders with a bunch of papers,she said to keep those I will need them. She says my seat is next to the window in the back,good because I don’t want none of these skanks behind me. The bell rings and minutes later the room fills with students. As they are walking in they stare at me like i’m a alien or something, as class goes on I notice a few of the

As soon as I got to high school, everyone started asking me what I wanted to do after high school and what my goals were. What high school freshman knows what they want to do with their life? Very few, and I wasn’t one of them. I always knew that I would probably do something in the health field, partly because that’s what my dad did, but also because I’ve always had a heart for helping people, especially children. It wasn’t, however, until Junior year when I got my first job that I knew what I wanted to pursue as a career. Now before I go into what that career choice is and why, there is something which the reader must understand. My dad went to college and got his Master’s degree, my mom only had her high school diploma. Both of my parents agreed that all of their children should go to college, so for me the question wasn’t “should I go to college?”, but rather, “where should I go, what should I do, and how will I stay out of debt?”

If someone would have told me five years ago that I would be going to college to become a teacher, I more than likely would have laughed right to their face. I have nothing against teachers it just never seemed like a career, that I would purse and enjoy. I actually did not plan on going to college because I honestly had no idea what I would pursue in college. I did not make a final decision about my career path until my last year of high school. I just had too many things going on in my personal life to even think about my life after high school.

When I was in middle school, all I could think about was college. I fantasized about going to my dream school, going away really far and being all on my own. At first I thought it would be terrifying, but after a while I soon began to think that it would be extraordinary, living a new life in a new city. My expectations about college would increase every time I thought about it. At the time, I recall that I wanted to attend New York University, to study child development so I can become a pre-school teacher. I enjoyed children very much and thought that, that would be my life after high school. But after a few years, my mindset about college altered. I no longer thought about going to NYU because I expected it to be a very challenging life

Walking to the bus stop that morning was difficult, but exciting at the same time. I was soon going to be at the high school for my first day. I knew that it was just an orientation, but I was still nervous. I don’t have any older siblings so taking my first step into the school was like a step in the dark, I had no idea what high school would actually be like. Little did I know that high school would change the way I view life, school, and grades.

My high school years went by fast, at first I was a freshman and now I am graduating. I have always been quiet in my classes and I would sit at the very back. I was taught to get my work done before having fun and I never paid attention to making any friends. When I was a freshman I saw myself as a mature and intelligent person because I did not act like the others in my class and I hung out with the seniors. I dropped out once and I’m glad that I got chased back or I would be staying home. High school was not as challenging as I thought it was because it is boring and it is easy all you have to do is pay attention and get your work done. I have been waiting for the day I will be on my own. I would not compare my life to the books we read in class because they do not relate to me in any way.

Before we danced you'd fold your fingers into a gun, point it at my face, and say "blam." Embarrassment seeped like split garbage bag juice when the school forced nine year-olds to pair up and dance. Your sweaty hands, slippery guns would clutch my cold ones while we tapped across the gym floor. Every morning you'd point your nervous gun at my grim fish face, smiling. We found ourselves in the same gym

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.

One day you’re gonna hear about my sucsess at the Olympics. This essay will provide information on my life as a grade nine student. Firstly, I will provide basic information about who I am. After that I’ll explian my phisical attributes such as height and facial characteristics. Leading up to the end of my essay I plan to inform you of some of my hobbies and maybe even a few things I have experienced in my life so far.

Ring! Ring! The school bell dings and Stan gets up and goes to his locker. He walk over to the water fountain and someone push his head down and he got wet. It was his friends Kyle and Eric. He says” hey what was that for” and Kyle responds “ It was just a joke.” They then exit the school and went their way home. As they walk through a back alley Stan trips Kyle. Kyle falls and hits a garbage can, and the can tips over. In the can was a brown bag filled with money. The boys were astonished and took the money.

Last school year was a crazy one. Lots of different things going on, good and bad. I'm usually a C and D grade type of student. School has never been easy for me, i figured it just wasn't for me. I started to give up and not care about school, i stopped doing my work, i let my grades go down and it was bad. I had about 5 Fs, the rest were mostly D’s and C’s. My best friend Erika is an honor student, all AP classes and straight A’s in every single report card. Her parents were so proud of her, we were all so proud of her. I wondered how that felt and told myself that if i try hard enough i can do it too. So i got my act together. it wasn't easy but i was really trying, i started to do my work, i studied like crazy and talked to my teachers more. All in all i dint get to straight A’s but i got to all B’s and maybe two C’s. i was proud, my mom was proud and my best friend was too. My GPA got a little higher and it was all great.