Personal Narrative: The High School Terrors

My school fully expects the best out of our students and uses every opportunity to help us reach our full potential. Teachers at Frank McCourt High School are willing to go out of their way to assist students in achieving goals both inside and outside of classes. Our teachers believe in both academic and personal achievement. Whether its helping us get an internship, starting a club, or boosting our grade in a class, FMHS teachers take time out of their day to benefit the students. In our advisories, we have time dedicated to college applications and prep. We have workshops where we work on writing college essays, practicing for interviews, and financial aid, all in the presence of our college counselor. Our academic classes prepare us for

As I frantically got my lunch, books, and backpack together for school, I heard the news in the living room ringing in my ears. Another shooting down in American history, this one at Sandy Hook Elementary School. The news reporter began to talk about Adam Lanza, the shooter, who was deeply troubled in his teenage years. As the reporter elaborated, he revealed details that Lanza had access to guns. I felt my chest begin to tighten as I thought about dangerous people having the ability to purchase guns with no struggle. With each word spilling out of the reporter’s mouth I suddenly felt like oxygen was escaping my body and a sense of fear came over me. Out of nowhere, like a train hitting a car, I heard my mom yell, “It’s time to go, it’s 7:35.” I say, “Okay I’m coming!” even though

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

Living in Small town located in the Central Valley in state of California. I began my freshman year in 2012 at the Avenal High School. My first day of class and everything seemed to be new for a fourteen years old teenager with big expectations about his future education .Dealing with new people and teachers that I did not back time, I go used to them. Attending to school seemed to be easy when it is not, but also it is not hard if you have determination and discipline. I can tell that I have not fallen my none of classes. There was moment when I got lower grade because I have not been paying attention to the lessons that the teacher was teaching to the class. The mistake of getting lower grade did not make a weak student. I learned to

In life, every day you make decisions (what to eat? what job to take? and more). One of my important decisions was came to "Atid" school.

Despite the fact that I was too young to remember anything that I occurred on that day, going to Stuyvesant High School, I’ve heard many personal stories from alumnus and teachers. Every year on September 11th, our school would have a moment of silence for the people that suffered in this tragic incident, for the innocent people in the building, for the courageous people who tried to help out. In our school newspaper, “The Spectator”, there was this article describing the franticness and the anxiety that the student and faculty felt that day. I’ve imagined myself in this situation and I often don’t know how I would’ve reacted. There is always this sense of unsettling feeling inside of me whenever I think of it. I want to volunteer at the 9/11

It was my first paper of my senior year, and I was writing it for a teacher that was very intimidating. Other students had told me that if you didn’t sit right, talk right, and have perfect grammar that Mrs. King, the English teacher, would tear me apart and fail me. Since I was so intimidated by her I wanted to write a paper that would blow her away. I wanted to get on her good side so she wouldn’t tear me apart and fail me like I thought she would. The topic of the paper she assigned was, “What three school rules do you want to change and why?” This bland topic made it very difficult to write a slam dunk, out of the park paper; never the less I had to try.

In terms of architecture, Valhalla High School is just about as weird as it gets. Described affectionately as “the spaceship,” the design is certainly strange. If you google “Valhalla high school El Cajon,” two of the images that appear alongside pictures of the school are of Stonehenge and the old Pizza Hut logo. Half concrete bunker and half metal trash can lid, the building is meant to capture attention and make a statement: “Why not do things differently?” Overtaking the boldness of the school, however, is the student body, a passionate group of students from all types of socioeconomic backgrounds dedicated to the pursuit of an education. I’ve spent four years surrounded by remarkably bright and driven people, all of whom have helped me

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

It was 11:00 AM, a brisk cold morning, on January 12, 2016. I was on my way to the basketball game I had, and I was nervous. Nothing new to me though, because I am always nervous before a sporting event, but this was a special one. This was the game that decided our season. I always talk to my dad before the game about what he wants to see me do, and he told me, “Act like a leader to your teammates so they will trust you with the ball, and even a clutch shot, also they will all have a good attitude no matter what happens”

A true masterpiece of a bong, the likes of which I had never seen before, stood on the floor, surrounded by, Austin and Greg, two of my other friends. Charlie and I took our places around it.

My days at Hudson High School have been utterly normal; filled with chemistry labs, AP classes, and long essays. Though classes are hard and days are long, I do not feel the extreme stress of my studies as much as my fellow peers. Instead, I get my daily dose of stress from the girls’ bathroom.

This cannot be happening! My life is going to end. I will walk to my death. I have not even lived a full life. I never graduated, went to college, found love, had a happy family, and do all the things I have desired. Nope, my life will end. You know why? I was called to the Principal's Office. How could this happen? I never get in trouble. I was framed, I tell you! Framed! I was scared, nervous, worried, anxious... you get the point. Anyway, I was in my Math 2 Honors Class, taking notes like a decent student would when the class phone called. I tuned out, thinking it was a random call until I heard my name.

Brooke knew that she should’ve been awake thirty minutes ago to get ready for school, but she had absolutely no motivation. Brooke was a student at North Shore High School, in San Jose, California. It was her first day of the last year of high school at the school she had nothing but hate for. Brooke loved sports, but didn’t like the fact that she had to go to school to play sports. She was involved with many activities and clubs, like volleyball, basketball, art club, choir and many others.

“There’s a pool on the fourth floor,” and, “Everybody hates freshman,” were only a few of the rumors that circled the air about high school. It turned out, there was not a pool on the fourth floor; there was not even a fourth floor. Unfortunately, most people did hate freshman. Going from being the biggest people in middle school to the smallest people in high school was terrifying. I did not know how I was going to make it through the year, but somehow I survived.