Personal Narrative: New Responsibility In High School

It was May 25, 2018 at 7:47 in a steaming hot gymnasium when the name Anthony Joseph Sansalone was getting called from the loud speaker, the sixth to last person to receive their diploma I begun shaking the hands of all the board members and everything that I had known from the last 13 years at the same school was over and a new chapter of my life was stating to begin. A few seconds after receiving my diploma the Class President guided us to changing of our tassels from right to left then commencement was over and I was walking out with my future roommate at BGSU, Vincent Zhang, we looked at each other knowing that our high school career was descending and our college careers were lifting off together. High school was tuff for me due to the fact that I have know what I wanted to do since I was a freshman, I want to become an animator and work for an Academy Award winning company such as

After that, I had friends, teachers, and the conductor to lead us to the solo hike. My legs and hands were shaking, I was so scared because I didn’t want to walk alone in the dark. The solo hike was scary but, not scary. The scary part is that I had to walk by myself. The non-scary part was that the solo walk was not that long and you just walk on a path that is straight. Doing the solo hike and going to the right place is hard because I couldn't see anything.

On March 4th, 2005 I sat in Mrs. Musser’s first grade class. I talked with my friend Olivia Thacker, like I did everyday. We talked about boys; how smelly they were and how we would never have boyfriends. We talked about our sisters who were also friends, and we talked about our parents. However, that year we mostly talked about my mother. Around 2:45, my sister, Lauren and I, would walk to the farthest end of the school. That end of the school was filled with the bigger kids and I was always scared to walk on that side. My sister who was in second grade at the time, always walked with me, so I had some protection. Anyways, we walked out the doors to the student car-rider pick up line. My grandmother on my father's side always picked us up

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.

My older sister Peyton did not want to go on the zipline because she had already done it before when she went to 6th grade camp. My Dad went up desk and paid for two tickets, one for me and one for my sister Lauryn. First we had to step through a harness and buckle it around our waste. Next, we had to put on a red helmet that had the company's logo and a strap to put around our neck. Once all of our safety gear was on we moved to the tall platform. I could hear my heart starting to pound out of my chest. I was beginning to have second thoughts. I could feel my hair blowing in the wind. It was time for me to go. The man pushed me off the platform. Suddenly my feet were dangling in mid air. I felt like I was flying in the sky. Beneath us were people playing mini golf. I was wondering what would happen if I fell down, but I realized that I was going to be safe and that it would be unrealistic. Once we reached the end of the zip line we had to walk all the way back to where we started. We went on the zipline again because my parents got the tickets where you got to go two times. After that, we thanked our parent because we knew that this was something that we were going to remember. My sister Peyton also regretted not going on the ride because she saw how much fun we really had. This is a time where my sister and I had the courage to do something that most people don’t get a chance to do at a

Throughout this school year, I’ve been working as an assistant debate coach at my middle school. Although I’ve had quite some experience debating, I’ve never truly taught debate, nor have I ever work with children. During most meetings, I would be a volunteer who assisted Coach Bryan with whatever he needs.

Immediately after Thanksgiving break was a time that everybody dreaded the most: finals month. These were the last three weeks of the semester that were known as probably the most chaotic during the school year. When I was a freshman in high school, I didn’t stress much about it because in middle school, finals were much easier and a collective effort. We took almost all of our finals in April and we studied for all of them in all different classes. “Let’s work on some science,” my math teacher would say. It also wasn’t uncommon to hear my reading teacher say,” I’ll find some Algebra problems for us to work out.” This served as a great help during this time. Although, this would all change in high school.

I walked into gymnastics..it was a thursday and everytime I walk into gymnastics I know I am like risking my life because of how dangerous gymnastics is. But I didn’t know it was going to be that day. But it was all my fault.

Until third grade, I was homeschooled. Kindergarten through second grade, I worked in workbooks at my own pace. From third grade to sixth grade, I didn’t hate math, but I wasn’t a fan of it either. I had the same teacher for both 7th and 8th grade math, and that is when I started disliking it. I have always been good at math once I figure it out, but I don’t overly enjoy doing it. Ninth through eleventh grade I had a one hundred or higher (extra credit) in math because I was in regular on-level classes. Tenth grade year was my favorite though. The teacher was really kind and would take the time to explain if I didn’t understand. Twelfth grade, though, made me hate math. The teacher did not like me and told me I needed tutoring because I “obviously”

As soon as I closed my eyes, I instantly felt different. I was no longer wide awake, mind raring to learn and to go, go go. Silence automatically engulfed me allowing me to sink into my mind. My eyes instantly when shut felt heavy, and slightly burned as if through I had to keep my eyes open for sixty seconds, rather than closed. No smells hit me as the classroom was scent free , and I was sitting next to girl who probably more then likely showered everyday. So she gave off no scent. My ears quickly caught the steady hum of the overhead lights. Not focusing to deeply as my ears inadvertently bounced around looking in the silence  for something else to hear.  I could hear people walking through the halls, a fellow classmate entering the room.

Having my mom work in a different town was difficult for me as a child. She always had to make sure that I was with a family member. Usually my mom chose to take me to my grandma’s house, where she had an outside playset. I loved the playset because it had swings, a sandbox, and a slide. Seeing the swing, I thought it would be a good idea to see how far I could jump off the swing. As soon as the idea popped into my head, I jumped on the swing as fast as I could. Pumping my legs as fast as they could go wasn’t easy. The next thing I’m on the ground

You ever just listened to a person´s sob story and you continue to listen to these for so long, then you think about how you don't have a story to tell. You think that you are such an uninteresting person, well that´s is definitely not the case because you're just a person with an upbeat kick in their story, which is me.

What we learn as a teen can be difficult sometimes. Different people learn to be a teen many different ways either boy or girl. As a teen I have learned that you can easily get into trouble, or go through some break ups, or maybe even losing someone you love, but there will always be an adventure waiting for you.

It was around 3:30 on a freezing  winter afternoon, and my brother and I pull up into the high school parking lot. I opened up the doors of the school, and worked my way down the steps, to the wrestling room to weigh in, and wait to leave. As upon entering, I was greeted by other wrestlers roaming the hallways.

When I was three years old My mom and I got into a huge accident. It happened when we were driving home and I don’t think that I have ever been so scared. This memory has affected my life. This single moment has been one of the scariest times in my life, and I know that I can never do it over again.