Personal Narrative: My Year Of Middle And High School

My parents would always force me to study, so therefore, I would always study hard and try to finish my daily chores as soon as possible so I can find time to squeeze in art. My parents always expected me to receive high grades, so as they wished, I gradually stopped doing art and focused more on studying throughout my school years. However, my passion for art never decreased, but had to be hidden deep inside my heart. I always had to convince myself that art was something I could do as a hobby and there was something more important that I needed to focus on for a brighter future, however, I was

Throughout my life, I’ve wanted to be many things. An astronaut, a princess, a doctor, a lawyer, and at one point in my life the president. Now that I am older and much more mature. I still haven’t decided what I wanted to be. When I first started my high school career, I was terrified. I didn’t know what I wanted to be. So I decided to try new things. I’ve been with choir ever since I was in the sixth grade, so I thought I would give it shot, and try something new. I started to take drama and art. I soon found out, that I wasn’t great at either of those things. I had stage fright and I sucked at drawing. But, I didn’t give up. I stayed with choir, drama, art, and basketball. Now that I am a senior and ready to graduate, I have found out I

By this point i had started disliking art. So i decided my senior year i wasnt going to take art, and im still not going to, i dont need to. At the end of the year i decided i was going to learn to draw people using the anime/manga style. I had always thought that if i could just learn to draw people, then i would be overflowing with creativitiy and stuff. My only problem was that i wasnt commited, and for one reason, i didnt see myself with any future in art. I couldnt see myself just drawing for the fun of it anymore, i had no motivation. So, i ended up slowly stopping. About a month before summer vacation ended i came across an animated music video. As i watched i became mesmerised by what this person had created. Their style and the flow of everything. My mind began to wander and i found myself with an urge to create. It took three days (i must have watched the video a dosen times each day) before i couldnt take it anymore, i had to draw. I started studying every line this person had drawn that way i could learn something that made me so inspired. Of course i wanted to create a character of my own. As i drew i began to remember my struggles with drawing

When I graduated from high school I wasn’t sure what I wanted to pursue in my future plans. I knew drawing comics interested me, but was told countless times from the peers around me to strive for a more universal degree such as graphic design or animation. Even though I was against the idea at first, I soon decided that would be wise advice to follow. This is where I made a mistake, I started to lose interest and it felt as if nothing had changed since high school. I can now look back from this experience and see where this was a major learning curve in my life. Soon after starting college my family needed extra assistance at home so I decided to take a break from my education and help my family by getting a job while also helping out at home with our former family business. Through this experience I truly learned a great deal. The people I met, and the experiences I

I did not take my art seriously when I entered high school. I had been drawing for 13 years of my life, but it never seemed possible that I could use my talents to amount to anything. Then my sophomore year I took introduction to 3d and introduction to 2d art as electives. That year I would meet the teacher that would help me become the artist I am today. Mr. Smith is the art teacher at my school. He took one look at my sketch book and told me I had potential. As the year progressed he told me he wanted me to take AP 2D design with the seniors the next year.

I have always been a very unconventional person. I never really quite fit in and by trying to push myself to be a xerox copy, I developed severe depression. Throughout my childhood, I suffered bullying and judgement by my peers. I knew that I had a serious problem by eighth grade, but did not seek professional help until eleventh grade when I was diagnosed with chronic depression. However, throughout my years of mental suffering, my creativity and ability to learn myself flourished. I started making art in tenth grade, after a long creative halt which began in middle school. After only one year of art, I was placed in Advanced Placement Studio Art for my eleventh grade year. Additionally, in tenth grade, I started learning about different identities,

Friends often said I needed to be realistic about what I wanted to do when I grew up, but all I wanted to do or be a part of was art. When I started high school as a freshman my guardian spoke with the school and suggested I be guided on a more artistic path and

Due to the support of my eccentric but talented art teacher, I slowly expressed my emotions, feelings, or thoughts into physical pieces. My favorite art piece is a mediocre painting I made in 10th grade: a body, one half is Kim Jong-Un and the other half is an impoverished child. Poorly made, it still epitomizes my belief in art’s ability to capture political thought and passionate emotions to move others. It felt amazing to go with one’s inspiration and create something just for the sake of creation. I have taken art since 7th grade, and for my AP Art Exam this year, my concentration portfolio consists of figure paintings of my friends who were willing to pose oddly for me. Simultaneously drawing odd and interesting body figure with my friends’ cooperation makes the process even more fun. I enjoy the relaxing process of creating something by myself. Wanting to see how well I could do, I have submitted four pieces to a regional art competition and have earned high scores. Unfortunately, I never qualified for state and there is still much room for improvement in the future. And because of my love for art, I am the vice president for Art Club and the volunteer coordinator for National Art Honor Society- both organizations that allow me to become friends with others that are just like me. I am also involved in many of the organizations offered at our school, such as National Spanish Honor Society and National Honor Society, that have allowed me to give back to the community that I have come to love. Ultimately, I know that the memories I have made in these groups has shaped me into a person who will continue to work hard in the

Have you ever thought that one day you could do something more with your art or that it would lead to something bigger and better? As an eighth grader at Pampa Junior High School that was my thought every day when I walked into art class and prepared myself for what the rest of the day held. Somehow art seemed to make things better especially in the morning when the sun would paint the sky a beautiful turquoise and orange. Art has always been something I cherish, but I did not know what possibilities it held for me while in school.

Freshman year of high school I decided I was done with the large group of friends I spent my grade school days with due to the various lacking values I saw in my “friends”. With the determination I wanted to radically change life as I had known it, I decided to surround myself with those with similar interests. While I continued through my high school education I continued taking ceramics classes, learning how to hand build, throw, and various other techniques. Being able to take a lump of clay and throwing it on a wheel to evolve into a beautiful work of art satisfied my desire to morph myself into something more than what I was. Over four years my skills built up to amassing a collection of pieces I was very proud of. The only looming issue with my new found passion was that graduating would mean I would no longer have the resources to

When I started Middle School, everything started to change. I felt older and I felt like I had ten times more responsibilities than I did in Intermediate school. The people who I was close with a year or two ago were now just acquaintances, they were just people I smiled at in the hallway. I was still close to my basketball friends because we were still traveling all the time, I think I got tired of seeing the same people all the time, so I found some new friends. Seventh grade for me wasn’t the best, I don’t remember having a best friend, but I do remember having a lot of closer friends in my classes. I was a very sheltered kid I remember being so confused because Middle School was when everyone started dating. I had never thought about dating anyone but my best friend, Gracie, always talked about boy drama, and everything that didn’t really mean a lot to me. Starting in 8th grade, Gracie and I would hang out all the time, we would go

Ever since I was a little boy sports, arts and crafts, and fixing cars have always been my talents. My family has always should me new things and my main lesson was to always be polite, generous, and work hard. When I was in elementary school I use to play every sport but it never compared to when I played basketball. Once I reached fifth grade I was only playing basketball and bowling. After elementary I started taking school and basketball to a whole new level. Basketball and school were life to me and everyday it was school, basketball, and homework everyday for all three years of middle school. My last year of middle school was the best. All my friends made the team so it was like playing basketball with your friends at lunch. So basketball

Throughout elementary and the first year of middle school I knew who God was but really didn’t know God. I grew up in church my entire life and never made my relationship with him personal.After I made the commitment to Christ my life accelerated at a rapid rate. I then began to have an interest in music which was something that I had never had before. I then began having an interest in drums. There was a guy at the church that I was attending that offered to teach me the basics for free. I loved every second of it. It was difficult and challenging but there was something about it that kept me coming back to the drum set. We would then move churches to be with family. The youth group needed a drummer and asked me to come play. I did that throughout middle

When I was younger, my mom never fancied the idea of me becoming an artist. 'It 's unjust, ' my mom would say. ‘An artist is nothing more than a dead-end job that will do nothing for you. You need to become something else. Some dreams are just not meant to be persuaded.’ She wasn 't wrong about some things. There comes a point in life where some dreams just aren 't for others to pursued. However, this wasn 't a dream; it was my whole world. I wish she could believe that.

For as long as I can remember I have always been dedicated to make my dreams possible. I was so determined to make my dreams happen that at the young age of ten I began taking sewing lessons. A year after that my parents signed me up for summer art workshops. At first I was horrible at drawing, but as time passed and as I got older I got very good. At the age of fourteen I got so talented that my art teacher started entering me into local and national art contests. I won many awards including The Scholastic Art Award , Brain-Art Competition, Wrecks Of The World Art, and many local art competitions. It 's crazy