Personal Narrative: Summer High School

So it was during my 6th grade year. I realized that I wanted to start playing football for a team and talked to my mom about playing for the high school. My mom took me to get a physical so I would be able to participate in the summer workouts. It finally became the summer before the 7th grade, the first year I would be trying out for a team. My mom took me to the school, and I gave my physical to a coach, then i went with the other players that were here to lift. We lifted that whole summer, and the season was finally upon us. The first few games, sat on the side line with zero play time. The next game I was the ball boy. It was at Summerville High school. It was raining that day, the other teammates, coaches, and I were completely soaked.

Oh, don’t you just love summer. Cool breezes, days on the beach, and injuries, or at least in my family. In the Bundy household it always seems that we get injured when the days are nice and long. In fact this same summer I got hit in the face with a D battery, hit in the face with a metal baseball bat and flew off a teeter totter and had to get stitches. The difference? I had these ones coming and my sister really didn't.

It was a crisp fall day in Colorado at my middle school, Lincoln Elementary. The leaves were beginning to change and fall from the trees as it was finally September. I felt them crush under my feet while I traveled up and down the pavement. The school’s recent addition of a new basketball court was a dream come true. I could smell the perfectly marked lines that were freshly painted on the court. My best friend Ryan and I often practiced shooting hoops at recess as we were both starters on our school’s basketball team. On this particular day, we were preparing for our first home game which was the next day. We had such an intense game of one on one that I completely lost track of time and did not hear our teacher blow her whistle to call our class inside.

Entering high school, I was quite nervous because I had very big shoes to fill. The previous year, my older brother was named Salutatorian of his graduating class. That is when I knew I had to set a personal goal for myself. That goal was to be on honor roll every semester throughout high school. Neither myself nor my parents would accept anything less out of me. I knew this goal was going to be difficult at times because I am very engaged in extra-curricular activities and athletics, and, not to mention, waitressing every Sunday at a local restaurant. Between volleyball, basketball, and the countless number of clubs and groups I am a part of, I would have to find time for studying, homework, and school projects. Just the thought of this was

This was it, the last school I’d go to before college, high school. It all seemed so surreal that it was that time. I have never been more terrified to start something new in my entire life before. Thinking about making that transition from middle school to high school really freaked me out and I really had no idea why. Also being on crutches didn’t help the situation at all either and only made it worse. “Mom I really don’t want to go high school, it’s going to be horrific,” I’d say to my mom.

I went to middle school at St. Martins Catholic School. My class had 23 people in it, and we were all really close with each other. Our class was like two peas in a pod. It was awesome having a class full of people that were like family, and this bond has given us all life long friendships even though we all don’t go to the same school anymore. This essay will be about how my life changed as I moved from grade school to high school.

Saying I was sad for summer to end and high school to begin would be an understatement. I'm definitely going to miss the beach days and staying up late at night doing the most random things, like cleaning my room or having a dance party. Ever since I was young I couldn't wait to begin high school and be just like one of the big kids. Now that I am one of the ‘big kids’, it's not as cool as it seemed. I didn't realize back then that once you start high school it pretty much decides how your life will turn out, and that's really scary. I also didn't think that I would be in Algebra 2 as a freshman with a ton of seniors. Even though I'm still a bit anxious to be in high school, I'm excited to go to homecoming, getting my permit, and cheering for

The summer of second grade was the next significant milestone in my career of being a child. We migrated to Petoskey for my mother’s place of employment was there. That was, undoubtedly, my unhappiest year. It was evident on my face, for it was much longer that year. I resented every thing about that town, my teacher, the fellow students at school, my home, and above all, I hated one part of my experience in that town with a passion usually reserved for the air that fills the bag of your lays potato chips instead of chips. Every day after school I would walk to St. Frances, which had a after school program, and I would stay for three hours until my mother would rescue me from that den of miscreancy. It was at St. Frances, that I let the other

Whilst walking down the hallway, I recalled the substitute teacher from Ms. Johnson’s Homeroom. Staring at the board I proceeded to enter the classroom, get my folder, and complete the Do Now. Glancing towards the clock I noticed that it was 12:15 and the entire class was getting ready for lunch. As we were walking out of the door the intercom suddenly goes off Beep! This is an intruder drill. I immediately seized the red bag from the closet, handed it to the substitute.

I’m sorry I wrote this summary so late. I was caught up working on other assignments. This summary is more of a letter than a topic because you did say “The summary doesn’t have to be anything specific” and I couldn’t come up with anything specific anyways. So, I’m going to write a ¾ to full page letter to you about nothing specific.

The yellow sunshine was beaming through the semi clean window to the off white wall, the crows were squawking singing their morning song. The recycled boxes were half packed and the room almost looked brand new, Aside from the fact that there were little blue tack stains all around the room from those old collectable space posters. There I was standing on a wooden stool barely able to reach the back of my wardrobe with my short arms. It was always a disadvantage for me tall guy that had long legs but extremely short arms it was sort of the reason why I was so embarrassed to join the high school basketball team back then. Who could imagine that today would be my last day standing here in this old house that my mum rented, going off the collage.

Once in 4th grade in gym the class was playing duck-duck-goose and someone was chasing after me and after I sat in her spot I fell on my wrist and everyone thought I was laughing but I wasn’t. Then when I got up everyone thought I was laughing but I was crying.Then after that the gym teacher told me to go to the bathroom to wipe up my tears. Then after I did that I went up the stairs and my friend got his arms stuck in between the wall and and the ramp to use to go up the stairs. The nurse had to get butter to get his arm out but they still didn't get his arm out but then finally they did and he was crying a lot. The next day I went to school and I went to the doctors after school. Then the next day I stayed at home because I needed a cast and I wasn't feeling good also so I stayed home. My mom got off work and picked me up so we could go to the doctors to go get my cast. My cast was light yellow. Then the next day it was the last day of school and it was a half day. I had a cast on and I brought some markers and everyone signed my cast.

It was the first day of my eighth grade year. I remember it vividly. I wore a blue button up shirt with a pair of jeans that I cut to wear as shorts and cuffed. I had blonde hair that fell halfway down my back and bangs that fell just above my glasses.

I was talking with my brother about how terrified and nervous we both felt. Everything was new for us and he told me, “I hope everything works out and we can make new friends”. We felt wear and silly. We didn’t know nobody and we missed our old friends and our country. When we boarded the bus we saw new people happy for their return to school. We listened children talking and laughing with their friends. When we entered our first class the others looked at us weird, they made us feel uncomfortable. At the end of the day it was difficult for us to return home, because we had been given the wrong bus number; But finally we arrived to our house we felt happy because the first day of school was a test passed.

A full year had passed so I now left the school. The last thing I did before flying back was meet all of my relatives one last time. This was really sad because I had no clue of when I was going to see them again. Finally, the day to fly back to America came. Although I was happy to see my family again, it was very sad to leave all of my relatives. Flying back was relatively fun, because I already knew what I was expecting like the long 12 hour flights. Since it was the second time flying back it felt like a really quick flight. I ended up having a really fun time in