Personal Narrative Story In My School

“I would be honored to invite Demetri Ford and his little sister, Tiana Ford, to the stage!”

When I saw my friends walking toward me, that’s when I finally stepped into the building. As I walked into the building, I was astonished by how enormous the school was compared to my middle school. Some teachers welcomed me to the new school, and asked me if I needed any help finding the classrooms, while the other teachers were too busy typing on their computers. The moment when I entered my homeroom, it surely was much bigger than the one at my old school, the room makes me feel more comfortable with the new environment because the teacher was very friendly and very professional because of well-prepared clothes, and the way she talked. I finally realized that I have entered the world of reality, such as passing all my classes and graduate high school, then off to

Coming to eighth grade on the first day was slightly scary for me. I was afraid that I wouldn’t have any friends on the same team as me and that I wouldn’t have a class with any friends. When I arrived to the homeroom, school didn’t start off as bad as I thought it would. Apparently I had more than one friend in my homeroom, which made things less awkward for the first time being in class.

The fifth grade school year ended very quickly, Mrs.Cullen retired, and my classmates and I moved on to the next chapter of our lifes, sixth grade. As the next school year arrived, I went about sixth grade the same way I had started about fifth grade, I had a ton of friends in my class, and I thought that sixth grade would be a walk in the park. My advisor was Mr.Ferry, and having to write about 1000 times I will not disrupt class, I finally began to approach sixth grade in a different way. In sixth grade I learned the importance of mindfulness, and doing what I loved from

A warm bead of sweat rolled down my brow in such a slow manner I thought that I had received a cut on my head and I was bleeding from whacking my head on the door panel when I exited out of the cruiser. I wiped it away as I leaned back against the hood of the car, sweating up a storm in the white polo that was supposed to be a uniform.

Mrs. Wilson instilled a love for reading in me. In first grade this didn’t seem like much, but as the years went on I saw her impact on my life in many different ways. In fifth grade I was given the opportunity to be “student leader”, presented the opportunity to go to the young grades and read to the kids. I of course chose to read to Mrs. Wilson’s class. This

Roosevelt High School, home of the Wolverines. What made this school so special was that it was full of privileged and prestigious students. In Oklahoma, it was only the best school any student could hope to get into. However, most of them were only there because of their parents’ money. Others, were on scholarship, struggling to keep it as they kept up their grades while battling the horrifying dangers of being a teenager in high-society.

Julio: Probably the first Cape trip, the first year we went to Cape Henlopen, we were making cardboard boats and that’s where I made most of my friends. I made most of my friends by doing impressions of celebrities, like Brack Obama and all that stuff it was funny.

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.

It was soon the end of August which meant school was right around the corner. I wasn’t too excited, but I was a little anxious to see what God had in store for me. We hopped in the car, and were on the way. I walked into my new school, Country Day, and acknowledged the wind carried the sound of the chitter-chatter of my fellow classmates, lockers slamming as hard as nails and the howling of the spider-monkey. The halls were outdoor and you could see the never ending mountains and feel the gentle breeze swaying back and forth. I enjoyed the first day and couldn’t wait to go back for more. Throughout the day, I met someone special, someone who would soon to be my best friend, partner in crime, my other half, Sibley. She helped me see the good in situations and inspired me to be outgoing and carefree. Our families became best friends and went on adventure after adventure together. The year

Annie seem to distanced herself from me, but I could still see her. My feelings for her was unchanged. I told myself, “If I could work harder, I would impress her.” I was doing that to someone who never cared.

At one point she even asked me if I was an introvert and if that was why I did not like sharing my work. Which obviously I was, so I knew she noticed, cared, and wanted me to succeed as much as I wanted to. She saw potential in writing and presenting. After going over some of my not so well written papers, we realized my mistakes were mostly nitty-picky things such as margin size, header setup, and some minor grammatical errors. She told me fixing these would help me have a boosted level of confidence in presenting since I would have already won half the battle. I knew everything I could control was okay so it allowed me to think I would feel

As sung in Good Riddance this year was “another turning point, a fork stuck in the road” for me as far as friendship. I met a lot of new people who made this year particularly special and created many memories, inside and outside of school. Not only did I make new friends with students, but teachers too. Teachers are the ones who brought many of us students together. An example would be in Creative Writing this year. In this class Mr. Fouts taught me most about the value of friendship and how important it is to be there for one another. I like my time alone doing things I enjoy, but I dislike feeling lonely just

A life lesson that I have learned over the course of my high school years, is you need to choose wisely which crowd of people to hang around. I’ve learned that not everyone is your friend, even if they tell you they are. There are people out there who will claim to be your friend, and will stab you in the back when you least expect it.

After a long day I walked into my fourth block class late, so I had to go to the attendance window. I was late because of all the upperclassmen were walking slowly and standing still. I was worried because of the lacrosse games later and the allergic reaction I had at lunch that day. “She is going to email my coach and tell him I was late to class”. Talking to his friend from middle school he saw walking back from the attendance window.