Personal Narrative: My Life After High School

I think we should all have a chance to go to school and be professionals and study what we want to. There is a lot of people that didn’t get a chance to go to college after high school for personal reasons. They should have programs that help kids to finish school. With money living and other things sometimes financial aid it’s not enough so most of them are forced to work and they end up not going to school. Now there parents and they have to work to pay for house and food and other things. Half of my friends didn’t go to college after they graduated high school, and some of them didn’t even finish high school.

Pretty fucking stupid: Was with a few of my friends and we had went to my grade school (this was just before I started high school) to play basket ball and throw a baseball around. I happened to bring along my baseball bat if we wanted to do some pitching practice (as my friend and I were pitchers on rival teams). We hung out for a bit and played around. My one friend was hitting the basketball off of one of the walls with the bat like a tennis racket and it was fine. This was when the idea happened... I picked up the bat after my friend found something else to do and told my other friend (the pitcher) to toss the basket ball at me so I could see how far I could knock it. Turns out I couldn't knock it far as the rebound off the basketball/bat

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?”

We reside in high school for four short years. To some four years seems a lifetime, but for a highschooler, four years couldn’t feel any shorter. And in my four years I can tell you what remained true; if you’re running late,take your time because you’re late either way and your gpa does not decide your destiny but most importantly, you are in charge of your future. These all turned out to be truths because we don’t know what we’ll be doing tomorrow, for some of us even in the next couple hours. Not having a 4.00 gpa doesn’t mean that you’re gonna spend your adult years scrubbing toilets at Mcdonalds. We spend so much time worrying about our futures and sometimes neglect the things that keep us sane. So I guess what i’m trying to say is that we all need to chill.

I am fortunate enough to have born into a healthy middle class family. I have never had to worry about not having enough food on the table, or getting the electricity cut off. I still have all four of my grandparents and live in a safe neighborhood. My life has, thankfully, been easy so far. I have never had to make huge, life changing decisions. Well, that is until now, with college and my life after high school quickly approaching.

one of the biggest decisions of my life was choosing a major for my post high school education. Many people seem to have a general idea to what they would like to major in at a relatively young age while others have a more difficult time deciding what to do with their future and sadly I was one of those unlucky few.

Since I was so young I was worried that I wasn’t ready to take on such a big challenge, but graduating early was the better of the two choices I have ever made. I had to decide on this my sophomore year, which at age fifteen wasn’t an ideal choice to make at the time. There were many considerations I had to contemplate about: my high school career in basketball, college, and leaving my friends.

My life began 14 years ago on September 22, 2000 at about 1:30 pm at Mesquite Medical Center. I weighed 6 pounds 3 ounces and was 19 inches long. I have a sister who is 6 years older than me and is currently attending Stephen F. Austin for her 3rd year. When I was born, I had little blue spots on my body, but the most noticeable one is on my finger, it has grown as I have gotten older. My dad also has these mysterious spots and has been to many dermatologists to try and figure out what they are but no doctor knows exactly what to call them.

"Things end, but memories last forever." My weekend was sure to prove that. Even though the seniors of 2016 are in readiness to graduate we will most definitely miss these times consumed together. On top of my roof, we sat chattering about what we are going to do after senior year. We discussed about how May 21, 2016, would arrive way before we wanted it to come upon us; once that day comes, we will realize only then that we might never see everyone out of our class again. As we all were articulating about how college will be contrary, how we will study so much more, and how tough it really might be; we promised to never drift apart from the best friends that we are. Finally, two a.m. crept up on us, and we knew it was time to get some

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

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

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

As I walked across the graduation stage to receive my high school diploma, I did not have the slightest indication of what I wanted to do with my life. While all my friends had finalized their plans for college and were ready to start new chapters in their lives, I had not even made a definite decision on what school to attend. Classmates of mine were getting ready to move halfway across the country to pursue their dreams, yet I did not even know what to major in. To say I was confused during this time in my life would have been an absolute understatement. A few days after I graduated, I decided to enroll at my local community college to explore my options and figure out my future.

Starting high school was something that would be impossible to forget. You get this grand idea that it’s going to be like the movies. Where the populars rule the school and the school is divided in the nerds, jocks, populars, and who knows what else. Upon being welcomed to Cooper it became clear this wasn’t that kind of school. There were the populars, but not in the same way I imagined. Here we were welcomed and given the helping hand we so desperately needed coming into the bigger fish pond. I can say much like a fish on land, I was out of my habitat. Walking among the others who have gone through this was one of the most terrifying things I have ever done. I have to say that in the beginning I predetermined high school was going to be the