Personal Narrative: St. Peter's Prep

Slowly getting out of bed with no emotion. Rubbed my tiredness eyes after realizing today was the first day in a new school. I heard things about Mary Beck Elementary that were both good and bad. I put on the outfit i layed out the night before on the right side of my antique rocking chair. A dark red t-shirt with a little coral heart on the left side near my chest with the words Por Eterno written in black ink on the inside of the heart. Dark wash relaxed cut jeans and black and white converse that seem as if i walked through a desert with them. Skipped breakfast and waited for bus 107 and as soon as i knew it i was on my way to Mary Beck Elementary.

Throughout my adolescence, I have attended five different schools. They each had their pros and cons, but ultimately, I left each one except for Christian Brothers High School. For Middle School, I attended Lausanne; however, it became far too expensive. After Lausanne, I went to Germantown High School at the beginning of my Freshman year. This turned out to be one of my worst mistakes which, in turn, became one of my greatest failures.

Hi,name is Willie and I go to Beecher Prep. This year i’m going to be in Seventh grade this year. I’m 12 years old and i’m well built fast and smart I play sports like baseball and basketball. I have sea green eyes.I also have a smooth but sculpted face and brown hair.Im going to tell you about last year at beecher prep it starts like this, this new kid has a problem with his face i’ve seen him in the school. I had just got done shooting free throws and I was just about to walk home and I saw him he was taking some tour with three other kids. He seemed very shy. I have to say I was very shocked to see him at first. Two boys and one girl. There was one boy who seemed nice,but the other boy was mean and tried to bully the kid with the issue.

Until sixth grade, I went to Shepherd Christian Elementary School. Once I moved on to sixth grade, I had to switch to a school that went through high school. I didn’t want to leave my friends; I was scared. I was touring multiple schools to see where God was leading us. When I came to Liberty, I immediately felt loved. Liberty was much larger than my old school. On the first day, I felt at home.

“You sound like a white boy! Why do you talk like that?” said one kid. “You sound like a gay boy! Why do you sound like a girl!” another one said. “Haha, aren’t you gay or something?” mocked another. Those words from my fellow classmates ripped through my ears. The echoes of their unruly and harsh words were always screeched on the playground. I was only in the third grade when I started getting teased and bullied for my voice, my weight, the way I spoke and the things I loved. My greatest challenge I’ve ever had to overcome was accepting myself and learning to love who I am.

This plan took place in 8th grade year, I was a new student at Sunland elementary. It was around September when this event occurred. I learned to not try to impress others making bad decisions that could lead to big trouble.

On 02/06/2018 at approximately 1916 pm Hrs. I Officer Mather the on call officer for the week was notified by the alarm service of a possible Criminal Mischief that occurred at Santa Rita Elementary. Reported by the head custodian of Santa Rita Elementary Oscar Reyes DOB: 06-30-1957. Upon arriving at Santa Rita I met with Oscar who led me to the back of the school on the east side and showed me double door that south of the school with the bottom window cracked.

A fierce Autumn wind picks up lashing at my face, as a barrage of brittle brown leaves whirl into my path. Behind me stands the foreboding structure of Ellishire Boarding School. For four years this massive enity located in the dark heart of england has shelted my bones.

My journey to St. Joseph’s College started with me trying to get into another school. After moving back to the city from Orlando earlier this year, I originally attempted to start school back in the fall of last year. Despite a failed effort to thwart the bureaucracy of the Veterans Administration.

My educational experience at Bishop Noland Episcopal day school has greatly influenced me to be the person I am today . This school helped me shape my goals and aspirations. I was constantly surrounded by brilliant students and a supportive faculty . The knowledge I acquired at E.D.S thorough out middle school was legitimately significant to me for high school and my future .

Following in the footsteps of my parents and sister, I was enrolled into a small Catholic school for the start of my education. I at first I enjoyed the routine, Groundhog Day-esque regimen but I soon grew weary and needed change in my life. I knew that I did not want these tedious and heavy scheduled days to continue and that I needed to do what I felt was best for me. This is the first time I broke through the norm. This is the first time I strayed away from the belief that I needed to be "normal". I decided I was going to attend the

My years at St. Pius X/ St. Leo School have been very interesting. Going from searing that your first name had an “m” in it and being called the “backwards girl” because I literally wrote almost every letter backwards to Sal and Jack yelling very interesting remarks on the poles course. Even if I am pretty much done with Pius because I have been here for eleven years, I am going to miss the people and the memories.

During my time here at St. Paul's, I've made relationships that will last much longer than just my 4 years in the upper school. These relationships that I've made are much more valuable than any award or honor that I've received during my upper school career because it is the memories with these people that will I'll always have. When you have a special relationship with somebody, it will last forever and have meaning to you. Some of these relationships may have started while I was at St. Paul’s, but will continue throughout the rest of my life.

I was raised a Christian. I attended a small Christian School in southwest Ohio from kindergarten all the way through my senior year of high school. As students, we were required to bring proof that we attended church each Sunday. We memorized Bible verses every week. We even had mini church services in school once a week. All of these activities contributed to our grade in our Bible classes, which was required every semester.

Starting out coming into a new school at a young age, going into a borderline opportunity school, which a opportunity school is just half jail half school. Cops patrolling the school every few days making it hard to do anything. And with the kids crowding the school making any information given spread like a plague across all the classes, both literally and figuratively. The social class at South Central is hellish, painfully real yet just imaginary to the teachers. Everything told, expressed, or said from the “well-off” kids were followed by many and repulsed by few. Mostly followed from sheer fear from prior kids who revolted and were “dealt” with. The social class was a ongoing war between the few numbered well off kids, the ones who were rich using money as their only source of defense; Versus the excruciating large amount of the “bottom tier” kids, the kids who were poor, charismatic, and yet tightly bonded with each other.