Personal Narrative-Rodford High School

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

When one enrolls into an honors or advanced English class, there are many worries that come to mind. These worries create thoughts such as ‘Am I a good writer?’, ‘Will I pass?’, or ‘How do I even start a paper?’. My teachers never specifically taught me to write. My teacher that I had for 9th grade English and my 10th grade honors English class always gave good grades. Once I got into my first AP English class, I felt as though my writing was inferior. In my distress, I went to the internet and I found that you do not have to be gifted in academic writing to get good grades on your essays, I found that organization is the key to writing a powerful essay.

The year started out as expected; girls would come up to me during lunch and ask if I would like to sit with them. I learned names through others’ conversations, but never used them. I never really had taken social opportunity, even when offered to me in such an upfront manner. In no time I saw the mistake. I should have taken their offers; for this school, the staff, the students - were ruthless. Garbage and harsh whispers met my face every day. Prior to attending

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

My eyes repeatedly peered to the stands which had a crowd of at least four hundred students eagerly waiting as we were warming up. Observing the crowd I noticed the left side of the field was full of students in orange Parkview High School shirts while to my right students were in purple Brookwood High School shirts. It was the Lacrosse Region Championships between Parkview, the school I played for, and, Brookwood High School. Both of our schools were ranked top ten for biggest rivalries, we knew it would be a fight to win the most significant game for us.

When I first started thinking about college schools I never thought about going to MSU or Ole Miss. I wanted to go to the bigger universities, but I knew I wouldn’t do well if I went there my first year. My high school did not prepare me enough for University, and I hadn’t decided on a major either. I choose East Central Community College (ECCC) as the school I would go to for many reasons, and when I got here I knew I made the right choice.

For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.

During the week on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays I volunteer at pine meadow elementary. I get to spend some of my time with kindergarteners that range from an age 5-6. I leave Sartell high school at 10:05 ish by walking and get to pine meadow elementary around 10:25 the time I begin. When I walk in the front doors I go straight to the office and sign in on the sheet and on my time card while grabbing a number card to clip to my clothing. Right before I begin to walk to my designated classroom, I blow my nose and sanitize my hands just to be safe. It only takes about five minutes to walk from the main office to my classroom. I go straight to the locker Mrs. Drais gave me with a special magnet on it that says volunteer; I open it up and put my

Starting sophomore year, I began to take on an active role at our school's SkillsUSA IT club. Staying after school became a regular occurrence. I began to work in our club's computer repair shop: Wolverine Computer. We repair computers for the local community for a fee of $50. In addition, we collect hazardous electronic waste for recycling at no charge. The proceeds enable students at our high school to test for and obtain industry certifications. These certifications include the IT Fundamentals, A+, and Network+ certifications from CompTIA. For many students at the school, these certifications are crucial opportunities. Many students at La Vergne High school are from a background of poverty, many are immigrants or first generation students,

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.

I don’t believe what just happened! I just can’t! I won’t! I never knew that he could pull off a stunt as crazy as that! Landon Ashby, my friend, was basically on the verge of insanity . . . just because of me! I mean, what I said couldn’t do that to a person, right? You are probably wondering what I said to get into this dilemma. I guess, diary, I will now tell you what happened because you seem hungry for details of the incident. But first, you must promise not to tell anyone, OK?

The drum majors are in their perfect rows on the front side line. The boom of the mic as the announcer prepares to give out terrifying results. As he begins to speak score in his loud, monotonous voice, the stadium goes silent.

The first time that Sean and I met was in the 7th grade at Washington Middle School. Sean was the new kid at school at the time, and when you're the new kid the teacher introduces you to the entire class. The teacher also wanted someone to give Sean a tour of the school, so she wanted to see who already knew him. I didn't know him yet, but when she asked who did I yelled out "I do!" She turned to Sean and asked if he knew me, he said yes even though he knew he didn't. As I was giving him a tour of the school he asked if I actually knew him. I told him no, I just wanted to get out of class. And that was the beginning to our

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.

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