Personal Narrative: Nine-Year-Old High School

Starting my 6th-grade year of middle school my dad often said, “I have no clue how to do this problem, sorry but your on your own son.” My family was unfamiliar with the rigorous courses I were taking so I was left to my own devices. This sense of independence is something that has become a part of who I am as a person and is a skill I have developed over time. This fundamental value of independence is something that has shaped my success over the years as well as played a role in Coolidge’s successes in his path towards and during presidency.

I have always played the same three sports in elementary school, baseball, soccer and basketball but the summer before 7th grade I wanted the try something new and play football but because I didn't know much about it I was having a hard time deciding if I was going to play or not. But When football season came around i signed up.

My 9th grade year was definitely something to remember. In the beginning it was kind of hard because I’ve always struggled in math, but I always had enjoyed history and I was very excited to take AP Human Geography. However, the class didn’t exactly go as planned. It happened to be my worst class, and the class I struggled with the most. About a month into school, one of my mom’s best friends who previously had cancer, got cancer again. It was really hard on all of us, but it was so sad to see him in the hospital, although he did look better at that time.

My 9th grade year was a memory to never forget. 9th grade, i was new to the school just like the rest of the freshmen's i came into the school with, we were not really focused on the education we were more so focused on having fun and seeing different and older people and just experiencing the life of a high schooler. As bad as that may sound it was the truth but that was the year i meant my home boys Block, Tick and Jalen, i knew block and tick for some years already but i meant jalen when i got to high school and instantly we became close like brothers.

From my experience, surviving middle school takes a mixture of luck, naive fearlessness, and an aggressive number of colorful plastic binders. I started my first day of fifth grade a jumbled mess of nerves, anxious about making friends and doing well in class, and inexplicably dressed head-to-toe in red, white, and blue swag my mom got when the Summer Olympics were in Atlanta. I mean, my backpack matched my shoelaces, which matched my pants and my shirt. I might have even had a hat. A hat. A precisely matching hat. That I wore all day. Needless to say, I was not a particularly cool child. I studied hard, had a core group of equally nerdy friends, and constantly worried about whether I was doing the right thing or, perhaps more accurately, becoming the right thing. Was I not studying hard enough to get into college? Or maybe studying too hard, missing out on my youth? Would I grow into my teeth one day? Would my skin eventually stop looking like greasy peanut brittle?

The end of 8th grade. Alex and I had spent so much time together. We fought a lot though, we hated each other for some time but in an instant we told each other we loved one another and went on to spend lots of time together. This happened many times during 7th and 8th grade. We built a couple groups of people that we would hang out with. Alex and I had made at least 20 close friends that we could hang out with any lunch or brunch. We had grown to be so close, and at the end of eighth grade he told me that he was moving. I felt horrible. I had made lots of friends, but the one person that I spent every day with was him. Alex and I spent a lot of time together before he left. But then he had to leave. I was kind of lost, I had friends but no

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.

In Middle School, where we were still growing up as adults, we did not like following the rules. I was in 9th grade. That day the bell rang for our next class and me and my friends did not want to go to our next class right away. We waited outside the room for our next class and chilled and talked. Me and my friends were in class all day and we wanted to let go of some energy. We kept talking and if our teacher came, we would go into the class right away. Our school did not like students to hang out in the hallway because they made too much noise. We did not care, we still chilled outside the class. We talked about new shoes and what we were going to do after school. It was so much fun because I had not seen my friends since 8th grade and it was the

I walked into the loud building so scared and nervous. I couldn't believe today was the day. The day i'm finally in middle school. That day was the day that I could officially call myself a Vista Verde Middle School student. When I walked into the building the bell had rung for us to proceed to class. On my I spotted one of my very good friends, Esmeralda. After I said hi to her I walked to my first period class which is room 403 and my teacher is Ms. Blasnek.

Before the first grade, we moved around a few times before ending up here in Sylvania. As a child, both my parents worked full time jobs and I was always at after school day cares or at my grandparents houses, never really got to spend a lot of time with friends or was able to socialize with many people. So growing up most of my time was spent with my brother and I thought nothing of it. As I grew up I began to realize that I had become stuck in some bad habits. My brother and I weren't asked to help around the house much but when we were we never listened. But to my surprise there were no consequences for our disobedience. At the time I thought I had it good. Around the time I got too middle school I began to realize the problem. I began

As I stared out the passenger window of my mother's black BMW that was currently halted at a red light, the reality of my forever-changed life hit me, hard. My father had, once again, charmed his way to a better position in the army with his compelling words, but everything comes with a price. This time it happened to be at the expense of my junior year. I wasn't exactly the cheerleader, but I had established a routine that I didn’t intend on changing. This adjustment was of no concern to my mother, who had never been one to argue, considering most of the people she interacted with were overseas. So, thanks to my parents, here I was on the first day of the 11th grade at Northside High School in Philadelphia instead of Atlanta, where I previously lived. The

At LAST, thank God I am a senior! My 9th-11th grade years were very tough and unsuccessful for me. I was tested in many ways and felt as if I was failing tremendously, I didn’t think there was much hope for me. So I decided that I was going to make the change I wanted to see, my mindset entering the 12th grade was to focus on nothing but the things that benefited me best and I’ve done just that. High School had plenty highs and many more lows, but I must admit senior year was the best year of all.

At times in life there comes something called change. In my opinion, I was not a big fan of change. You cannot imagine how I was feeling when my mother announced that we were moving. It was the middle of my sixth-grade year, I was feeling countless emotions, none that could be explained at the moment of the announcement. The main thing on my mind was school; my friends, my outstanding teachers, and the environment. All things I had left behind. All I could think about was, “How will I ever adjust?” I knew exactly what was to come, I knew exactly what I was going to become, an outcast. There were numerous of ways on why I was feeling this way, but

It was high school; what was I to expect? Hundreds of individuals trying to find their way to their new classes, just like me. You have different people in every class, and sometimes you have to cross the school just to get to one school. I thought I wasn't going to survive. However, I did, fortunately for me, and it was one experience that was totally different from middle school.

My childhood has been a slippery staircase. With great tact, I have always been able to climb several steps, only before slipping down a few more, and each time I have gotten back up and tried to ascend the stairs again. However, the tedious process of overcoming the economic hardships and social exclusion has permanently reinforced my character.