Personal Narrative: My Stereotypes In High School

Through my time growing up in Corona Queens as a kid I had come to realize something, I was beginning to get shorter as time progressed, the odd part was that I was the tallest in my class, standing at 5,10 in the 7th grade I was considered tall for a kid my age, in addition to only being 12 but regardless as I kept on coming home, I only felt as if I'm getting shorter. one day returning from the library and my reading session about the book Nature I was still in shock about what Henry David Thoreau has said about "sucking the marrow of life", and as I was attempting to think of how I can accomplish what he said, I fell and nearly broke my skull. it was then that I realized that what seemed like a footstep to walk into my home was a 10ft fall.

Going through high school the days were all the same, except for game days. There was just something different about the culture of the school. You could almost feel the excitement in the air. Every “Good luck tonight,” that was received made it feel like the whole school was rooting for me. This was my senior year and tonight was an especially big game. The game that night would decide if we made playoffs and if I could step on the court as a Hawk again.

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my

Throughout most of my early life, I had always wanted to challenge myself, especially from an academics standpoint. For the most part, it seemed like it was not all that difficult; that the path to succeeding in these advanced classes would not be too stressing. But this view would drastically change during my sophomore year. It was only my second year in high school, and the very busy schedule with advanced classes hit me hard. Certainly, this life required someone with a hard work ethic, great discipline, and very good time management; honestly, however my 15 year old self was not well equipped for the challenge. Also during this year, I worked hard and placed myself on varsity basketball, which proved to be very time consuming and demanding. Balancing the arduous schedule of varsity basketball, string orchestra, and advanced academic classes

Freshman Year and Senior Year are both very stressful years of high school. Freshman year I made new friends because I was at a new school with some new people. I also tried to make sure my grades stayed up because now that I’m in high school I have to start thinking what I want to do when I graduate, what college I want to go. I’ll have to keep my grades up now because I want to be able to get into a good college and I will be stressing out because I still don’t know what I want to do when I graduate from high school or where, as most of the other will be too.

It all started in second grade with bickering, name calling, darting eyes and especially tattle taling. She was mean and irritating and would tell the teacher on everything I did. I was so disgusted with people who picked their noses, that I decided to tell on Hannah every time she did. Even though everyone did it, I always told on Hannah. Over the years it would continue, until seventh grade. My mortal enemy became my friend.

I was especially bored. I knew it would happen again. Addison was competing in a Glamour Girl pageant, but I had to go. I knew she would win and I was proud of her, but I had to practice the clarinet in my school band. Suddenly the announcer calls out my identical sister, Addison Hand, onstage. She had won $500 plus a 6” tall trophy. Addison and I are exact opposites except for our faces. She is an extrovert and popular and I am an introvert and nerdy. She came off stage acting so surprised that she won. “Great job Addi!” I said running up to her. She ran right past me into the arms of her boyfriend, Brady Anderson. Brady is a cute high school stereotype boy, plays football, gets B’s and has the cutest girls in school being his girlfriends.

I was especially bored. I knew it would happen yet, again. Addison was competing in a Glamour Girl pageant and I had to go. I knew she would win and yes, I was proud of her, but I had to practice the clarinet in My school band. Suddenly the announcer calls out my identical sister, Addison Hand onstage. She had won $500 plus a 6” tall trophy. Where will that go in her room? I wondered. Addison and I are polar opposites except for our faces, she is an extrovert, popular and I am an introvert and a bit nerdy. She came off stage acting so surprised like she didn’t know it was coming but, I played dumb.

I was always told that things would change in highschool. You would meet new people, find new friends, and even discover a new class that amazes you. No one prepared me for what was going to happen Sophomore year though; no one saw it coming.

There was a time when I was young, innocent, stupid, and a scaredy cat. This happened when I was about 9 years old, when the world consisted of cartoons, school, and lots of sugar. My brother on the other hand preferred stuffed animals and dolls, and he had this one stuffed doll that looked like a farmer that wore a blue overall and had orange hair. I and my brother shared a room and he would always align all his stuff animals and dolls in an orderly fashion on the desk where they all were pointed towards us, when we were asleep.

Uncomfortable situations are not fun for anybody, but sometimes things are not what they seem. Last summer on an average Friday I was preparing myself for my big lacrosse tryout the following day. At the same time I was also preparing myself for the wide spread of personalities on the team, but listening to all the stereotypes and experience, I thought I knew what they would be like. I assumed I was walking into a tryout with a bunch of rich, snobby, arrogant cities boys, which knew daddy had money. As I drove the boring, simplistic hour and a half drive that’s all I could think about. I was concerned when I should have been excited. As I arrived at my grandparents, I settled myself down and prepared for bed, it was going to be an early morning and a long day.

I lived in Sterling, Illinois, in a decent sized house outside city limits. I never actually attended middle school, as I was home-schooled for sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. During home-school, I got to spend all of my day dealing with my siblings (which is worse than it sounds). If it wasn't my siblings, it was my dad, who I don't really talk to as is. Nothing is the matter between us, I just don't talk much. Most of my time not in school or dealing with my family was spent in video games or exploring a nearby forest. There wasn't much between those two, as I only had two friends I talked to. I worried for the longest time that I would go my middle school AND high school years with only those two friends. I wasn't one that could be described

A problem i feel , i would like to change within myself is overthinking , and my attitude . The reason i feel this way i , because it tends to set me back from accomplishments , and set goals that i have for myself in life . I tend to go into these different type moods every once in a while . Sometimes my attitudes can get me in a lot of trouble at times . Me as a person i would like to work on it , because there are places i would like to go in the world . I realized that if i don’t change my bad habits i will result in major consequences . I will say the real its not easily trying to overcome this issue , because you are faced with a ‘lot of different people . Sometimes they can make you get out your character . It’s a very big obstacle

I grew up with five older sisters, but don’t let that fool ya. Girls are tougher then you think. They are mean and devous. I learned to be smart and bid my time whenever I wanted reveange. For years they tormented me and managed to always pin me to the ground when we wrestled. This is a story of payback, when we finaly get even.

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this