Personal Narrative: Rabitat In High School

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.

School was exactly how I had imagined it to be while I was in grade school. I had the privilege of having recess, early lunch hours, and most importantly, naptime! The day I started sixth grade, my whole world seem as if it flipped upside down. I was no longer at the top of the “food chain”, school was way more stressful, and I had, in fact, found new talents within myself.

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

Around first grade, Ramaz Lower School took a trip to a Mets game. The roar of the crowd nearly deafened me, but I’d never felt more alive. The crack of the bat was addictive and the general camaraderie in Shea Stadium was intoxicating. Within the first three innings, I knew I’d found something special. After the game, my classmate, Jack, came up to me with claims the Mets were the best team ever and the Yankees “sucked.” Naturally, I became a die-hard Yankees fan.

I let out a big sigh and tried not to think about how stupid I would look on stage when I fell out of the turn and continued with class trying to distract myself from the worries. Another 45 minutes went by and class was over. She dismissed us and I walked to the front corner of the rectangular room to grab my sweatshirt that I had placed on the floor earlier that class. I then headed to the door and was about to exit the class when I heard a soft voice.

The students whisper to each other as he bends down to grab something from underneath his desk, a small grunt echoed throughout the class as he stands

The months went by in a blink of an eye, and it was the last week of school. My classes for the rest of the week, we're watching a movie and eating pizza ,but only people who had a good

As I was going to a new school which was RJBaskett middle school I felt really nervous. It was kind of a big deal to me because that would mean new friends and different teachers. As a sixth grader I joined the basketball team and as a seventh and eighth grader I joined the cheer team. Cheerleading was probably my favorite sport in middle school, I liked basketball too but I felt like I was better at cheer than I was at basketball. I had really great friends in middle school some of my friends were from elementary to but I also met new ones, which was really nice and I liked them. I had a really great friend I met in cheerleading and her name is Brooklynn Brubaker, we have been friends ever since the seventh grade she is such a great friend.

“Glory Be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.”

A true masterpiece of a bong, the likes of which I had never seen before, stood on the floor, surrounded by, Austin and Greg, two of my other friends. Charlie and I took our places around it.

In this case, Ms. Doe was going over how to find the volume of a rectangular prism. During the lesson, she had students design their own cracker boxes. Students first worked individually on the worksheet. The worksheet asked them to find the volume of two different cracker boxes, one normal size and one smaller sized. In order for the students to be able to get into pairs and draw out their own cracker box, they had to take their paper to Ms. Doe. Ms. Doe would allow them to pair up and work on their own cracker box if they had the right answers. If they did not have the right answers, then she would go back to their table and help them figure out what it was that they had done

“Sujeet, can you wait for a minute, I need to talk to you.” Damn it, getting that comment from my math teacher isn’t very good, especially knowing the fact that he is very easy going, and is one of the most care-free teachers I know. I walk over to him knowing that whatever he is going to say, it wasn’t going to be good. I see him going to his desk and reaching for his Midlo Morning pass pad and starting scribbling on it.

As a child me and my cousians grew up together in the same house hold, my mother took custudy of my two baby cousians and my grand mother took my three girl cousians. my mom and grandmother raised us very close as more so brothers and sisters . Futher more this was the situcitian because my Aunite was out in the streets an drugs, and into prostitution. She had a husband and five beautiful children. She went to trade school and was working as a CNA/medtech she did not graduiate from high school. As my understanding my oldest Aunt introduce her to coke and she was doing that and meuhteving her family. Then one day she disapered just left the kids and her husband one day. My aunite was on and out of jail during our middle school years. One

I was ecstatic that of all of the subject's this could happen in it was my best subject, AP Calculus. This'll be a piece of cake. I looked at the board and saw the question she most likely wanted me to answer.

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