Personal Narrative: Robotics In High School

You're so nervous and excited for your first day of high school EVER, you barely got any sleep and you're already wide awake by the time your alarm, was supposed to go off, but it didn’t You start getting ready, hair, face, outfit. Oh and speaking of outfits, you probably have yours planned out a month before school started. You have to walk to the bus stop and when your bus arrives you are in shock, it is full of kids from every grade possible, it's a mixing bowl, a bit of freshman, with 2 teaspoons of sophomores and a cup of junior and a little sprinkle of seniors. You scan it to see if your friends are on the bus but as usual, you are a loner so you sit in the 3 row. Your first mistake happened already, you sat in the boys’ section and soon later, you realize your mistake, so you just slowly go to the girls’ section hoping no one realized it.

The classroom set up was very different than what I was used to back in Nepal. I didn’t know anyone in there. I didn’t know what to do, so I just managed to sit in the chair that was nearby the door. All the other students were staring at me like something was wrong with me. In reality, everything felt wrong to me when I was in the situation where it felt so bad that I just wanted to quit. It seemed like I was on a one-way street, and I couldn’t figure out what I should do and how I would get out from it. It was almost the end of that class. The time passed just by watching a documentary on the literature’s time period. After the bell rang, all the students left the classroom; then I walked to my teacher with the problem I was having. I was lost in every other class as the hallways get crowded and the buildings were huge. He helped me solve the problems that I had, and my first day of the new school passed in the same way as it did first three hours of that

I've been interested in technological things for as long as I can remember. Not things like the new iPhone or The Apple Watch, but things like coding and programming. It's crazy how you can type in a seemingly meaningless jumbles of letters and symbols and what comes out is something beautiful. During the summer of 7th grade, I took a robotics class, and we went to visit the Cedar Falls High School's First Robotics club, and see the facility that they worked in. I was the only girl that took the class, and I think I was the most intrigued with the inner workings of the club and everything that went into building that robot. Ever since that day, I've always dreamed of being the girl outsmarting all the boys on my robotics team, showing my intelligence

As the story goes, it was my first day as a freshman at Poplar Bluff High School. As I stepped off the bus to my new school, I found myself unfamiliar and nervous. My first instinct was to find my friends on such a wide campus, but, class would be starting soon so I wouldn’t have time. “Guess I will just get to my first class early”, I thought to myself while walking in the shivering, cold weather.

I dreaded coming home, it was the worst thing I could imagine and as i grew the feeling didn’t change. I would get out of bed quietly not wanting to wake up my mother, my bruises are still healing from yesterday’s beatings. I go to my closet and put on a black, long-sleeved shirt to cover up the scars, a pair of jeans to cover the hurt and a pair of hand-me-down sneakers. I quickly tip-toe past my mom’s room, only to see her lying there, sound asleep with an empty wine glass slowly slipping out of her hand. I grab my book bag and walk out the door and to the bus stop. I walked through the hallways, to each class and I hear the nasty comments and the rumors, secretly believing every word they say. I walked to lunch a sit alone as people pull

I walk in with my heart rate skyrocketing, and stomach is churning. It’s a new start to my sophomore year. That is what I need, a place where no one knows me or what I have done. I walk into the office to get my locker number and schedule. “Hi, I, uh am here for my schedule.” The lady at the desk gave me a strange look “Oh you’re the new kid Philip right?”. I nodded, I hate when people call me Philip it makes me sound like an old guy, like old people are nice but I’m not old, now I feel bad for old people. “Alright deary here you go.” She smiles while handing me my combo and schedule. “Thank you.” I walk out and head to the my first class. I walked to my class, I was standing in front of the door to scared to open it, I’m just so nervous what if no one likes me. I decided to open it and within a second all eyes were on me, but only one stood out. They belonged to this boy who had a fringe like mine and eyes that can make anyone melt. “Class this is the new student Philip” the teacher said taking my attention off the boy, “Oh ya hi, but I go by phil not Philip, sorry it just sounds like a

As school begins at a new institution, exuberance flows through your veins, and you skip towards a sea of new faces. Stares of disgust penetrate through you as if you have wronged these individuals by being in their presence. Far from the expected, you brush the feeling of anguish off and decide to walk up to a group of friendly looking individuals. You manage to put your left foot in front of your right just three times before the group recognizes the attempt of involvement, and opts to disperse as if being pulled away from you by a riptide. Surrounded my hundreds of new faces, never have you felt so lonely. Knowing none of this is because of your personal actions, but those of your parents, you feel drowned in a sea of grief.

My eyes scan the room around me, piercing, as it were, into the walls enclosed about me, searching the secrets that are hidden within the black corners. Kids are talking and laughing together, every so often gawking at these new people who would now be in their class. There is something about this school I do not like. Whether it is the buzzing hum of the lights, the clamor of people babbling, or the strange feeling of being at home away from home, I cannot figure it out. I am at an unfamiliar school with peculiar people who are constantly gawking at me. One pen clicks. I jump. I am incredibly tense in my new surroundings. All of a sudden, something touches my hand. I shake vigorously,

I, Rebecca Stolem live in Queta, which once was New Orleans. On the year 2046 our government created the first fully functioning robot named Elle. They decided this after realizing that the democracy was not working in the governments favor. We voted for our new representing of our town and somehow an evil woman had won. Our leader Mrs. Dumbly has taken over our little society after she said that she could change our lives for the better, but she lied to us all. She has long blonde hair and blue eyes, and she is almost as tall as a man. Those are now the main traits that every person is supposed to have or else they are seen as outsiders. Weeks later she realized that the robots were working very well so they started mass producing, and the robots started to suddenly appear in everyone's houses. The robots started to follow their family around recording everything they do. They control the people, and whenever they do the wrong thing they are punished by getting slightly electrocuted. I thought it was just a joke, until one day I was walking down the road and saw a man trying to remove his helmet. Suddenly bolts of electricity entered his body causing him to fall to the ground in pain.

Anxiety filled my body as I prepared for our first meeting of the year. I could feel my face burning up which also meant it was as red as a tomato. To my shock and dismay, there were at least 200 people in attendance. The room was completely filled with people standing in the back and others outside trying to hear what we were saying. I stood up to introduce myself and was overwhelmed with fear- What if they make fun of me? What if I say something wrong? My voice trembling, I began to speak about our objectives for the upcoming year. My tenacity and will kicked in and I spoke about everything that needed to be discussed, despite how petrified I felt. Before almost every meeting from that day on, I truly knew what it felt like to have butterflies in my stomach. Just thinking about what I had to talk about made me feel almost nauseous at times and it was absolutely mortifying. I worked on projecting my voice over time, keeping myself calm, and how to speak to adults in the real world. Planning our every meeting and out of school event was more work than I had originally expected but in hindsight, it was nothing more than a connection to what life out of high school would be

The biggest life-changing event was participating in the FIRST Robotics program. This program has made me realize who I am and what I want to do in my life. When I first entered the program, I was a sophomore and clueless about what I was. Everyone around me knew what he or she wanted to be in life. I did not have the mentality for language arts; I was unable to read the cryptic sentences to find hidden meanings that, to this day, I do not believe exist. I also did not care about German. Although the language made sense, I was never that interested in it. Chemistry was interesting to me, but I disliked the lack of consistent results. I was interested in the reactions occurring in labs, but the data I observed proved disheartening, with percent

After Mr. Miller yelled at us like a army general about all the things we shouldn’t do, they set us loose to find our homerooms, which I did with limited difficulty. After we were admonished for things we hadn't yet done and acquired all the paperwork that would take our parents hours, we were set loose again. I got lost. The school was like a complex labyrinth and I had no idea where to turn. I ended up walking up and down the same hallway, passing the class I was supposed to be in multiple times. Finally, I checked my schedule for the room number and realized I was exactly where I was supposed to be. After having very similar experiences with my other classes, I finally got to go home. The bus home was not a pleasant experience. It was full of over confident freshman yelling foul

It feels as though summer break has lasted only a few short days. Where did the time go? I anxiously await for my class schedule to arrive in the mail. It’s the last week of summer and almost my first week of middle school. My sister may have prepared me for some of the challenges that lay ahead, as she is two years my senior, and has experienced two years of middle school more than I. However, she has yet to display any involvement in any extracurricular activities, clubs or sports. This is where I yearn to set myself apart from my sister, although, I have not decided, nor am I aware of what might spark any interest in my youthful mind. Nevertheless, I will still attempt to seek involvement in an extracurricular activity.

I let out a bloodcurdling scream as Mrs. Allen shoves me into the ground. I close my eyes and then I fall. It feels like forever but I guess it’s only a few feet. “Brooke!,” I desperately scream. “I’m right here,” she whispers. I hug my best friend close and open my eyes. I look for light and I find a string hanging from the dirt ceiling. I pull it and I can finally see the room I am sitting in. I cringe as I feel the frigid, soggy dirt floor I am sitting on. I notice the rotting pieces of wood just barely holding this little dirt room together. There is a small wooden door on one side that I desperately want to push open, but Brooke holds me back. I want to go home where everything is familiar. I don’t want to be here in a place where nothing is right. It’s small and cramped and I can feel

It was a cold winter, my polished Prada shoes strode through the puddles created by the heavy raindrops, and my warm Gucci fur coat tried to keep the chilly wind away. There was the world famous ‘make a change’ military school standing in front of me, staring as it coldly welcomed me. A lady with a face full of freckles as red as her face stood in front, dressed in a dark jacket like a wild, black cat waiting for a mouse to arrive. Looking around, I took my very last breath of freedom and followed closely behind her. Just as we stepped inside, a staunch man dressed in green, with posture like a statue greeted us. ‘My nightmare has just begun’ I thought as I sighed heavily. I trailed after the lady, noticing teenagers who resembled real life robots hovering around. She lead me to my room, then abandoned me there with a stern gaze. I walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror, which reflected a cheeky childish boy (who lacks manners) staring back at me. The running water dripped down me and ran down the drain as I showered, as if it was washing away my past, showing me that I was