Personal Narrative: My Life Charter School

It was early July in Southern California: the sun was high, the air was warm, and the palm trees were swaying. Unfortunately, the bright sun could not light the darkness of the pit I had been slowly falling into during my tumultuous school year at my new charter school. On that day, when the other girls were tanning beachside, I was sitting deskside. I was trapped in a tiny, moldy, yellow-carpeted education office at the school I had transferred to the year prior. Like my fading hope, the dusty chandelier was barely hanging on from the ceiling. The room’s peculiarity added to my anxiety, as I felt failure lingering in the musty air. Though I had been sheltered by my parents’ optimism, I knew what I would soon hear: “I am so sorry sweetheart,

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

Little Falls Community Schools have taught me so much knowledge in my thirteen years. I thought I knew a lot of information when I entered the high school, but I guess I was wrong. These past four years I have learned so much material from my teachers. Four years ago, I thought economics only dealt with money and that calculus would be really hard. Turns out, economics is not just about money but also about externalities and market structures; however, calculus is still hard. I have absorbed many different kinds of knowledge in my four years at Little Falls Community High School.

To know how lead, first you got to learn how to follow. Knowing that quote help me understand my mentor Mr. Smith. Mr. Smith was my coach at first when I started Middle School at Paul Public Charter School. Mr. Smith had taught me to not put sports over education and to respect others.

For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.

There’s one decision that I’ve made that I’m still carrying out; meaning, I’m still not certain whether it was a good one or not. My decision was to come to Squaw Valley Academy. I did not want to go to my local high school as the education system wasn’t the best a couple years ago. It still isn’t but occasionally I wonder if I made the right choice. By going through with this decision I have changed a great deal. I have been at this school for almost two years now, and I’m definitely not the same person that arrived here. Going back home I realized how different I was from my old friends, and how much more mature I had become.

Our lives aren’t granted to last us forever. We grow old and were all given a certain amount of time. We live in such a beautiful world, giving us so much to offer. For example; having mountains to climb, rivers to swim in, cities to explore but people don’t acknowledge the beauty of their surroundings. I don’t understand why society would settle in one spot when there so much to see. I want to travel the world and see the different cultures and environments this world has created. I got the chance to visit Utah this past summer and it made me realize that Utah might be the state where I want to continue school. It will be a drastic change in my life, but I have come to realize that change doesn’t always have to be necessarily bad, but for the better. I have watched my mom change her whole life around from working at a liquor store to now working for the city of Riverside. She has inspired me to go out and do what my heart desires. My mom continues encouraging me to pursue my dream job of being a fashion designer. There’s so many careers that interest me that I wish I could major all

This year felt different. I made real, good friends that I thought would last until at least until high school. They felt like family to me, and talking to them every single day in class was something I never thought would really end so soon. Of course, the world does not revolve around the lives of seventh graders and keeps on going.

In January of 2016, my life was going to be changed for the better, for my school work and the hope for myself too. Knowing that I was going to meet new people and now be able to graduate on time without having to worry. Little did I know coming to Metro West Learning Academy, changed my life forever and maybe not for the better. So how and why were the things that happened end up leading to one of the worst and best decisions of my life?

Right before I graduated from high school, many letters and opportunities came to my door. I applied for many schools around the world. During that time, I was devastated to making my own decision. I was held captive by the idea of freshman students cannot keep up their academics records due to the change in environment, the place they choose to stay for their whole-4 years. I want to go to England but unfortunately, my family persuade me to go to America. So I decided to go to California. Stretching along the Pacific coast, the state is well-known as having cliff lined beaches. At first, I don’t think that one day I will get emotionally attach to this place. But the state has many wonderful places to go and

When I was in eighth grade, I did not know it, but my mom was about to change my life forever. I still remember the day she showed me the website for the Vet Science program at the Morris County School of Technology. I was in my grandmother’s house, and my mother pulled me over to the counter where she was sitting with her computer. When she showed me the program, I dismissed the idea of changing schools immediately. I did not want to think about going anywhere for high school but my small, Christian private school because I was content and did not feel the need to step out of my comfort zone.

A life lesson that I have learned over the course of my high school years, is you need to choose wisely which crowd of people to hang around. I’ve learned that not everyone is your friend, even if they tell you they are. There are people out there who will claim to be your friend, and will stab you in the back when you least expect it.

I never really made any big decisions in my life besides the one choosing whether to continue to attend at Curé of Ars or to transfer to Barstow. To some people this doesn’t really seem like a big decision and that I was making a big deal out of nothing, but education was something very important to me. Whenever I would debate whether to stay or leave, I thought about how it would affect the rest of my life. If I went to an inadequate middle school, I wouldn’t be placed in good classes in highschool, and then I wouldn’t do well on standardized test and wouldn’t get into a good college and probably end up with a job I hated. That's what went through my mind thinking about this decision. The only reason why I thought about transferring was because Curé planned on changing their curriculum and their class format the year I was going into seventh grade. The new class format was to stay with the same teacher and classmates for 3 hours and be taught 2 subjects in that amount of time. Teachers were assigned subjects they had

My sophomore year of high school got off to a rough start. After going to a small charter school my first year, I decided I wanted to go to a more traditional high school. But I soon realized that it was not the school for me. I transferred again, this time to the school my older sister was going to. It was a small arts school in the same district. My sister kept telling me how much she liked it there and how it was different from other schools.

Upon first glance, my new school did not seem like much of a fit for me. Everyone seemed to like it, but I was having trouble fitting into the daily grind of a school that required much more effort and attention than I was ever used to. I did my best to keep up with everyone else, but this was hard for me, seeing as I was used to being one of the