Personal Narrative: My Work Ethic In High School

Who we become as adults is molded from our experiences as children. Those from nourishing homes tend to thrive. Those from broken homes tend to be broken themselves. Those from struggling homes tend to want their family to stop struggling. That last case is evident with me. I think watching my parents live paycheck to paycheck has made me who I am today, prepared me for what I want to do, and made me do what I have done.

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

I played football in high school for all 4 years. My freshmen and sophomore year I wasn't very good. I was a backup and never played. Then came along my junior year, I was still undersized and didn't start but I improved my skill greatly and I started to increase my work ethic. The off-season before my junior year I went hard in the weight room and became strong. I also lost some weight and gained some height. That's hard work in the offseason is what lead to me having a great senior year. My senior year was full of emotion, I felt tired, determined, and at the end of the season I felt sadness with no regret and the love for my brothers. The first thing we had to do to become a great team was build a brotherhood with kids who wanted to try.

I have a petty theft misdemeanor. I was going through a hard time and was trying to get food for my family. I was given a citation and ordered to pay a fine. I am currently in the process of getting my record expunged. I am a honest hard-worker with a strong work ethic. I am a fast learner and very goal oriented. I work well in teams as well as

While the application was throughouh in most of its different sections, I would like to take the time to write more about me as a person, and my personal work ethic. While it could be assumed that I am a good student from my high honors and my advanced classes, those are all just numbers. Numbers cannot justify someone as a good or a bad student. It is my belief that the personal ethic and strageis to schooling along with drive for success is what sets apart the great students from the good students.

Most people would describe me as quiet and laid-back. I would agree with this statement. However, what people don’t see is what goes on behind the scenes. As a result, I believe that my work ethic is what goes unnoticed in my life. During the first half of high school, I was very self-conscious of my physical health. I would always finish last and tire out first during gym class, and was generally unhappy about my appearance. Many of my friends, who were in sports, questioned why I wasn’t on any of the sports teams. The embarrassing truth was that I was just too out of shape and unathletic. I let a lot of this go to my head, and I started feeling ashamed of myself; sort of an odd feeling considering fitness was never a priority in my life.

While some people around me flourish in their athletics, others succeed in their schoolwork. Personally, my most outstanding strength stands as my work ethic. When certain activities do not come naturally for me, I work as hard as possible to get better at them. Multiple instances of this have occurred over the past few years. For example, this year I participated in lacrosse for the first time. I usually spent my time playing soccer, but after a concussion that prevented me from playing again, I decided to give something else a a try. Going into a new sport like lacrosse was initially difficult for me. I had no idea how to play, everyone else had far more advanced skills than I did, and my confidence level started to deflate. My mom

There are many things that sets me apart from other candidates applying to California State University, Long Beach, but one that specifically sets me apart is my work ethic. I have disciplined myself to the point where if my work is not done I am not satisfied with what I have done. Not only have I disciplined myself, but I have been disciplined by my parents to work hard and anything can be achieved if you aren’t afraid to fail and put the effort needed. Without discipline I would not have the grades I have, I would not have the GPA I have, and I would not be able to have the opportunities I have now. I was not the best student at one time, but I wanted to accomplish my goal, which is to be successful. I had to build up my work ethic to be able to achieve this goal.

Hi there, I hope you’re doing well. As you may have noticed I haven’t been in class lately. You may also have noticed that my work ethic is getting sloppier by the day and that I’m performing poorly in class. This is because I haven’t been in a very good place emotionally lately. In fact I haven’t been, for a long time. But this past month or two, things have become unmanageable for me. I have seeked professional help, unfortunately, things does not seem to be getting better, anytime soon. I know I should’ve let you know about this sooner, but I was scared and embarrassed to admit that I am not in a good place. I also know, that I should be telling you this in person but I don’t know how. So, instead I’m sending this email to you and to all

I was in the second grade when I first learned the Five W’s (and one H): the Who, What, Where, When, Why, and How of things. My teacher probably taught them as they were related to setting, but I was too busy reeling in shock to listen to the rest of the lesson. (Although if we’re being realistic, I was probably just daydreaming about my latest read.) My mind had been blown. Nothing would ever be the same.

There is an abundant amount of people in this day in age, who decide to just glide

I was set to attend a public school as an out-of-state student, almost solely because they agreed to give me their largest scholarship. The state had other plans—I learned that scholarship funding would be one of the first things cut to fix their budget crisis. I wouldn’t be able to cover the $20,000 difference, so I decided to stay home for a while. I had three goals; I wanted to build my work ethic, exorcise my demons and articulate my ideology. To build my work ethic, I applied for a job in the incredibly grueling and unrewarding fast food industry. The exorcism dealt with my worst habits, namely, not sticking with things, procrastination and not taking things seriously. It was pertinent to fix them, obviously. Articulating my ideology has

High school; four years of hell. Basically. If you were lucky, you got out with passing grades and a pretty good heart left. Now yes you could be one of those exceptions, where you get the best grades ever or you find your sweetheart in your first or second year of high school. But those were special cases that rarely happened. Usually you ended up twenty-six years old, working somewhere, watching as little fourteen year olds supposedly have found their true love.

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

“I have my degree, you don’t,” said Mr.O’Mally. I remember giving him this glaze because I knew I said something smart, but he came back way harder. Many of my conflict started with teachers due to my attitude. Freshman year changed my whole outlook on high school. I started hanging with the wrong people and started getting very big-headed. I started to not catch the freshman bus because I was so used to waking up late and my mom used to have to go to school so she wasn’t really on me like that. Towards the middle of the semester I started slacking due to my choices, friend, and feeling like I didn’t have to do anything. It all started catching up to me when I was to behind I managed to get some of my grades up but not all.