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

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

To create worlds, weave stories and bring to life the characters that had filled my imagination since my childhood. Even after taking a pause in my education I kept drawing in my spare time. At first it was just to help me pass free time but as my comics grew more in depth I realized just how much of my life was impacted by my passion for drawing and design. I started studying and learning new techniques trying to enhance my personal skills but I could never satisfy my inner desire. Finally, one day I put the pen of my wacom tablet down after working on a page of a comic I had written and just looked at it. For the first time in my life, I genuinely enlightened by my work. It was in that moment that I knew it was good but “good” wasn’t enough. I wanted my passions to bring my work to the quality that I had set as my standard, but I wasn’t sure what would make those standards happen. Soon after this experience my father came home one day talking about how he met a student of a

This narrative is about my years of middle school. I look back on my kindergarten days and wonder why I didn't care if I had many friends, why I didn't care what everyone thought of me. in my first school years of elementary school, I remember instead of playing on the grass the teachers only let us children under 3rd-grade play on the concrete blacktop whereas everyone else gets to play on the grass field. if I get hit in the stomach nowadays and land on this asphalt paved concrete I try to play it off like nothing ever happened, when inside I’m screaming. I try my hardest not to let out even the faintest of grunts because of what other people will think, while my mind is fighting against me to just let it out, of course this is unlike me when I was younger, because at that age either I was too busy focusing on anything and I would just bounce back up or because I didn't care what people thought of me and I let everything out without hesitation.

I have piles upon piles of sketches crammed in folders and scribbled in sketchbooks, spread throughout every available storage space in my room. I have art as far back as kindergarten, when suns in the corners and stick-figures were the thing of the day; I was proud of those drawings. As I got older, my perspective began to twist and I was no longer proud of the what I created, and I barely kept any drawings at the end of each year. Before the start of middle school, I began considering throwing out all my art supplies and quitting my talent. I thought that I could pursue a career in academics instead.

hen I first walked through Old Colony’s doors when I was a freshman I didn't know if my friends from my middle school were going to be there. Luckily a majority of my friends were accepted too but even if they weren't I was ready to make new ones. Freshmen year for me wasn't really nerve racking but I still had nerves because I was use to the middle school environment where I knew everyone but this was a totally different experience. The teachers that I was assigned to really helped with the middle school to high school transition and I am really thankful for that. Probably the best part of my freshman year was the exploratory program that I went through. There were a lot of shops that really caught my eye but the one that really stuck with

There is not really much to speak on concerning my middle school years. As with most teens this was a difficult and awkward time for me. I had mastered the bullying thing so this was no longer a factor or a concern for me. However, doing this time, I was speaking up for all the other little voices who were having a hard time in school with bullies. I thought of myself as the bully’s advocate and I was winning.

When I was in middle school I started slowly throughout my school years and was never caught up with anything. In Middle school I was like a boat without a paddle in the open sea, you could choose to swim, not knowing if you would survive or if you will make it to shore. But it’s better than just sitting in a floating boat in the middle of nowhere. Now that I’m in high school, I realized that I had to change the way I do things differently from middle school. I took the chance and dived into the roaring sea and took a chance. Having to keep pushing through the water was like me pushing on in high school and getting work done. If I don't keep pushing on through the roaring sea it would end badly. I realized that I have to keep pushing on and

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

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,

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.

Up until I was in middle school I was an extrovert. I talked a lot and had many friends. My singing talent was defiantly not hidden. I sang everywhere all the time. Eventually, I was asked to sing in front of the school many times. I never remember being nervous or fearing people’s judgment. The only time I was afraid to sing was once when I was sick and I was scared to not be able to perform at my very best. No one’s judgment back then could prevent me from doing anything I set my mind to.

Freshman year for me was like a baby carrying a boulder. 9th grade was definitely difficult, but it was an exciting ride. I have learned so much, especially from my teachers, some were tough to handle, but they taught me so much. In my freshman class we all were free and independent and we thought we can do anything but in reality it wasn't so easy. Days of listening to lectures from my teachers were really helpful. It was hard to handle some of my teachers, but at the end of the year each one taught me something. The things I was taught about this year was to not slack off, to care about my education, how I can balance my social life with my education, stress, time management, and so much more . This year I actually started caring about my future and my goals, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to accomplish them; getting into a good university, receive an education, follow my goals. Not only did school teach me about my education, but it taught me about my life and my future.

Throughout my school career, I always excelled in Art. In kindergarten, I received a medal for being the best artist. In second grade, I made a self-portrait that was put into a showcase. Since then I have taken Art from sophomore year to senior year. In those three years, I experimented with Ceramics, Graphic Art and Design, and the basic Art 1. Out of these classes, I managed to excel in Graphic Art and regular Art 1. For instance, in both art classes I had to create a portrait, a typography portrait for Graphic Design and a traditional portrait for Art 1. Although, I have excelled in these classes it was not perfect after the first try. I was successful in the subject of the Arts because I paid attention to detail and cared about the outcome.

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.