Personal Narrative: My Life At George Mason High School

Throughout my time at Western Guilford High School, I have spent a large amount of time working hard to achieve the best grades that I possibly could, and I believe my hard work in school has paid off from being accepting into the North Carolina State University College of Engineering. However I was taught at a young age that grades alone do not tell much about my character, so I began regularly volunteering and improving my leadership skills. For the past three summers, I have dedicated atleast three weeks of each summer to building my character at the summer camps of Peeler and Leonard Recreation Centers, as part of the city of Greensboro's Counselor in Training Program. My responsibilities were to lead certain camp activities, to ensure

Although I would not have considered myself a leader when I entered Arlington High School, I can safely say that the past four years have changed me into quite the opposite. As I gained confidence in my abilities to lead and make a difference throughout high school, I began to take more initiative of my impact on the community by running for leadership positions and tutoring.

As she rubbed her eyes in exhaustion she remembered the adventures of the day before. When she got home she passed out from the excitement and strain on her heart. She reached down to check her leg and sighed with relief to find a replacement was already attached. She looked over at her nightstand and noticed her spare glass waiting for her to put them on. As she got out of bed all she could think about was how rude she was to Sam. She walked into the kitchen to see her mother preparing breakfast. She looked around and did not see Sam. She didn’t know why she expected to see her but she was upset that he was not here. Her mom turned a saw her disappointment and said “He seem in quite a rush to leave he left his job to help you.” She was startled by her answer and rushed out the door ignoring the cries from her mother. She hurried Sam’s farm almost throwing up because of the strain on her heart. When she reached the farm she found an old man working the fields. She rushed over and asked, “Where is Sam?” The old man replied, “I fired him because...” She didn’t let him finish She rushed to the road the taste of blood in her mouth from running. She saw a man walking on the road looking forlorn. She called out, “Sam!” The man stopped and turned it was Sam he answered her, “Joy?” She ran into his arms and started to cry. Sam confused hugged her back. She thought to herself about how a horrible incident led to her

My alarm went off at 4:45a.m. As soon as I heard it, I knew I had a long day ahead of me. My parents started screaming and telling everyone to get in the car. My mom, dad, two brothers (Nico and Adrian), grandfather, and I all put our luggages in the car and got seated. At 5:00 a.m. we were out the door and on the road for a 10 hour drive to Seaside, Florida.

“God, I miss you so much Kris,” Analeigh Remington whispered softly, standing in front of her twin sister’s headstone. Tears were quickly falling and mascara was running down her pale face as a sob escaped her lips. She didn’t attempt to hide the tears and she definitely didn’t care how she looked. Nothing really mattered. Her sister was dead! She looked up at the sky and shook her head before sitting down on the bright green grass. “I... I just want you back,” Ana cried. The fifteen year old brought her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs and rocking back and forth as gut wrenching sobs escaped. Today was the one day every year that she would break down without fail. Usually. Usually she was able to make it home before

I sat up and let out a gigantic yawn as I stretched my arms and legs. My body had felt as if I had slept in a box all night and was taking my first step out. I pulled my soft pink blanket up to my chin and wrapped it around me tightly. That was when I heard the scream and, nevertheless, the sound of my name followed. “Haylee. Haylee. Hurry downstairs. It’s Kassi.” I threw my blanket down and let it fall to the floor. I rushed down the stairs and saw my sister in just a Pull-Up, and on her knees crying for help. I pushed everyone to the side so I could grab her. She looked up at me with her big brown eyes, tears rolling down her face. That was when I saw the gash in her right eyebrow. It wasn’t like a tiny scrape you get when you fall, but it looked like she had a hole right above her eye. The

This is the beginning of my junior year at Memorial High School and I more and new goals that I want accomplish during this school year. My short term goals for this school year are completing homework on time, do more after school activities, and socialize more. Compared to last school year I’ve been getting more homework. As of right now, I have been turning in my assignments on time but, I’ve been taking a long time getting my homework done. With my house chores and homework, I have very little time to do other activities and get mind off school of a few. My chores aren’t really the problem it’ the homework. Sometimes I’ll spend like three hours doing homework and sometimes I won’t have time to my other personal things. Right now I’m trying

He walked sluggish up the stairs to go to bed, I ran towards mom to see if she was okay, I saw her face filled with fear and it looks like she wasn’t in this world anymore, like she was off, lost in her conscience. I felt suddenly like I wasn’t home, like I just walked into a different world with parents I didn’t even recognize. I left my mom in her mess of thoughts and ran upstairs a little wary that my dad would pop out. I shut my door silently and just sat on my bed, wondering what happened to Clover and hoping she’ll come back home soon, no wait this is not my home anymore.

Sometimes finding time to do everything you need to do is nearly impossible. Some people push somethings to the side for later, or they just completely forget about them. That is why my ability to balance all aspects of my life throughout my high school career has made me very proud. I have always loved playing sports, so when I got to high school, I was so ready to be one of those kids on the varsity team. I played basketball for two years and softball for two years, earning All Districts and All Regions honors for the 2016 and 2017 seasons. I also knew I wanted to be involved in the school, so I joined some clubs, Art Club, Spirit Club, Volunteer Club, National Honors Society, and Student Council. I have been on the board for volunteer club

Throughout my four years of high school i have experienced many challenges that either set my down or brought me up. As a young adult, i feel like there is so much more to learn ahead of me, other than, learning how to solve a math problem or the history behind many of our countries treasuries. For example, in the article “Into Thin Air”, Krakauer explains, someone who sees the summit would be dead set on getting there and be “very difficult to turn ..around…”(226). Similarly, i have struggled with many things, such as, beating sleep to be able to finish assignments on time and sacrifice my time with my friends and family because i would be in such hurry to finish something that would change my grade drastically the next day, but see my

In junior high, I could not wait to grow up. I wanted to be older, be able to drive wherever and whenever I wanted, and hang out with all my friends all the time. Little did I know, that is not really how it works. In junior high, I had a variety of friends and we hung out as often as we could. I was with the same group of girls all the time, we would go to school together, play sports together in the evenings, and hangout together on the weekends. In high school friends change and I was told that it would happen, but we all thought that it would never happen. We, of course, were wrong. Most of my high school career had been taken up with playing sports. It started the summer before my freshman year, I would go from a softball game, to basketball

My junior year at Butler High School really helped learn how to multitask my extracurricular activities and academics.

Pulling up to the funeral home wearing a white dress and my hands full of tissues, my whole body began to tremble. It was chaotic , something I've never felt . I gathered with friends and we began to cry together as we shared memories of our friend. We had each other and that was the most important thing. I hugged her mom and went up to and went up to the casket to see her one last time. She felt cold to the touch and her skin had lost its color. Grabbing her hand I whispered how much I loved her . Kari was dressed in white and her body adorned with jewelry and a picture of her cat Stan. I kept insisting it was all a bad dream, that I would soon wake up. In reality, she was gone and I was left

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, the pale color and coldness of her skin. The sky was clear blue, soft, with a touch of red, and the trees seemed stiff in their bright green shade. The wind was blowing with its humid dry air. And All I could do was stand silently in disbelief, caught up in my own thoughts and calm as I ever been. Wondering what I could have done differently to change the course of time, life had taken us upon. Since that very day a chunk of my heart was ripped away, and broken into pieces… “Oh how I miss her so much.”

I decided to stay in town for Miss Callie's funeral and to help with her family that was still in town. The loss hurt many who were close to her especially Esau who had loved her for many years. The funeral had arrived very quickly as Miss Callie had requested a burial. As I walked up to her casket my knees became weak as tragic memories flashed before me of everything that has happened to the town. I noticed Esau, and tried my hardest to remain strong for him. A few more steps and I would be looking at a beloved friend who I would consider my family. I missed her already as I saw her and realized I would never be able to have a good quality conversation with her again. I gave my condolences to Esau and the rest of Miss Callie’s family before