Personal Narrative: Rollercoaster

When I went into the later years of Junior High and the beginning of High

school to feel more welcome. When I was in grade 9, coming into high school for

As the middle school years were coming to a close, I was very near to not even graduating

Growing up my family wanted nothing but the best for us and that was given. The neighborhood we stayed in wasn't the best but it also wasn't the worst. My older cousins and I were their prize possessions, we were like their fine china, they wanted no harm or wrong doings done to us. Anything they could do to protect us from the bad world out there was done, even if that meant we couldn't (go outside). We were taught to have thick skin, not to let anyone take advantage of us, and to surround ourselves with people who were going

Now that you know when I was born who is in my family let’s talk about me. So my name is

My grandmother was a great woman who I loved very much, but being at her house all alone

I can pinpoint the exact moment where something inside my core broke off into a deep dark pit. School had always been a safe haven for me whenever something in my life to a turn for the worst. It was a place where I could learn and discover new topics since I had a major interest in the unknown. I had amazing friends that I thought I could count on. What made me hate school was when my best friend called me a crude name which will be forever ingrained in my memory. I didn’t have the slightest clue that my name could be rhythmed with anything until that wretched time in the cafeteria in seventh grade. From that day on, my new identity was labelled by the people around me.

It was my freshman and sophomore year of high-school where I didn’t believe that I would communicate with many people but it wasn’t very long until I made my first couple of friends at school. From then on, it was nothing but a downward spiral. I was simply at school because my parents wanted me there. I remembered entering every class 5-10 minutes after the late bell rung, spending less time paying attention in class which led me to failing my exams, handing in late assignments, and receiving low report card grades.

When I was in middle school, I took this class called jazz band. Most of the school year I had a really fun time in Jazz band. I had lots of friends and my musical knowledge was really increased. Then, I got put in second chair to this girl who was kind of a snob. When she beat me in the chair test she wrote all over my trumpet case things like “loser” and “your terrible” (yes the grammar errors really were there). In retaliation, I took her trumpet and threw it down a flight of stairs, making it virtually unplayable. The replacement costs were extraordinarily high and I was grounded for the rest of that school year and most of summer. I also lost most of my friends in that class. I thought I would get fair and even but I ended up just making the situation even worse.

life but so much about myself. Seeing my brother struggle and seeing what the disease did to my family

It was not until after the funeral that I realized the importance of family members before it was too late to truly know and experience them fully in my life. The consequences of not knowing who my great-grandmother truly makes me regret not going to visit her.

life at all. Every single thing that took place felt like it had led me into the wrong

of school. I think I was the only one who was really excited; except for my Dad of course. Once

Growing up school wasn’t particularly my favorite thing. Starting from middle school going to high

It all started December 2007 I was being me doing things I shouldn’t such as talking, laughing, and playing while the teacher was trying to teach. I was asked serval times to stop and pay attention but I wasn’t hearing that junk she was talking. I guess she just couldn’t handle me that day so she yelled at me and when I say nobody yells at me I mean just that. I don’t know what was going through Mrs.Mauney head but it wasn’t the right thing home girl had done lost her mind but you know me I gave her the business in that classroom in front of everybody. We was going back and forth then all of a sudden her face begin to red and right then and there I knew for a fact my mission had been complete. Child I made Mrs.Mauney cry and boy do I regret doing that.