Personal Narrative: The Michigan American High School Program

I attended Heritage Middle School in East Cleveland. There were kids coming from everywhere: Superior Elementary, Caledonia Elementary, Chambers Elementary and Mayfair Elementary. I had came from Mayfair Elementary school. Middle school was definitely different from elementary school, there was a lot to get used to. The first day of school is always nervous to me, before I get to my class I’m wondering will I have the some of the people I had in elementary school. I was a little relieved to see some other the people I knew in my class. But the other faces I wasn’t familiar with . Switching class was hard to do at first do as time went on it got easy. Having more than one teacher was a huge adjustment for me because just two months before

Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will

Being a student at Washington Community High School, I put forth my best effort to involve myself in academics, athletics, school clubs, and volunteer work. During my freshman year of high school, I committed myself towards music to a great extent. I performed in the marching band, the Jefferson and Wilmor Contemporary Music Project bands, the Symphonic Winds top concert band, and the pep band. In addition to music, I competed in several athletic activities, including cross country and track. Furthermore, I participated in a considerable amount of school-sponsored clubs such as the Student Council, the Freshman Executive Board, the Washington Leadership and Community Service Club, the Spanish Club, and the Mathletes Team. Throughout my

After sitting at the same desk for three years, I figured I was beyond seeing anything new. I was wrong. After that third year I saw a lot more than I thought I would. I went up to high school and everything was so much different. The grades were harder, the assignments were harder and the teachers were harder.

It was just another regular Tuesday morning; the sun was out shinning bright, wind howling, birds singing it was just simply a beautiful day. I was excited to find out my graduation was less than 6 months away. I’d always drive to school as soon as I had my car and was able to start driving. Just like another regular day at Haines City High School I went to all my classes which were just four daily. Thought out the day I was in a bad mood, not because something happened but for the reason that I was not able to sleep all through the night. I woke up moody and not in the mood for school I was driving sleepy which I should not have been doing in the first place. As soon as the bell rang for lunch which also meant if you had a car you could leaving during lunch, I left still sleepy; as I’m driving down the street there is construction so I stopped as the stop sign. When I look I started to drive off when all the sudden I hear a beeping and I look and it was too late. The women hit me head on, I was so mad at angry, nervous that I did not

On a sunny day at summit pointe elementary. It was the school picnic and I am with my family and friends.I got on the playground. I got on the swing with my friend Ella. So I asked if she could push me on the swing. “ yes,” Ella responded. Then when she started to push I trip and fell right on my arm. “It feels broken,”I carried. I was yelling and tears wore rolling down my face. Then I ran to my dad. “ what's wrong?” asked my dad. “ My arm hurt really bad,”I yelled. So went home. I could not move my arm. 2 days later. I was at the hospital. My heart was racing because I was so worried. Then I got a pink cast. I still have my cast. “ well are you ready to go home,” asked my dad. Yes but I am never touching a swing

The fall of 2005, marked the first I was assaulted by student. Classes were passing and I was in the hallway moving students along. I informed a student named Jimmy he need to go to class. Jimmy ignored me and continue to lean on wall talking to his friends. I informed Jimmy again he had to go class. Jimmy told me get out his face. Nonetheless, I persisted in Jimmy to go to class. Instead of going to class Jimmy walked up me and pushed me to the floor. Shocked and humiliated I pulled myself up from the floor and immediately contacted my union representative. Within hours Jimmy’s mom as the school. Throughout the meeting my principal excused Jimmy’s behavior and argued with me and my union representative. My principal and Jimmy’s mom

While driving in Denver a couple of months ago I looked over and saw a bus transporting elderly citizens who were not able to drive. Looking through their windows, a sad realization came to me. If you have to take a bus to get from point A to point B, you are most likely a second class citizen. Think about my logic. Who has to be bussed around? The very old, the very young, the disabled, and the poor. Our country marginalizes bus people. Sadly our nation does not value them. If you have to ride a bus, chances are that your voice is not heard and counted like the rest of the country.

My high school had a special program just for students with disabilities. A big passion of mine in high school was being the leader of the Service Over Self club which worked primarily with the kids in our school with disabilities. It encouraged all the students to befriend someone with a disability and incorporate them into our daily activities. The teachers in my school were wonderful about making sure that the special needs students felt warm and welcome in any area of the school they went to. Dedicating so much time to working with the special needs students really opened my eyes to all the blessings I have in my life. Even though I had a very rough time with my back problems, it is extremely minute to the struggles these children go through

This is the beginning of my junior year at Memorial High School and I more and new goals that I want accomplish during this school year. My short term goals for this school year are completing homework on time, do more after school activities, and socialize more. Compared to last school year I’ve been getting more homework. As of right now, I have been turning in my assignments on time but, I’ve been taking a long time getting my homework done. With my house chores and homework, I have very little time to do other activities and get mind off school of a few. My chores aren’t really the problem it’ the homework. Sometimes I’ll spend like three hours doing homework and sometimes I won’t have time to my other personal things. Right now I’m trying

Honestly, Enloe wasn’t the only high school I was considering. Although I knew that most of my friends were going here, and I knew that it was typically a smoother transition for Ligon kids to go to Enloe, I thought about going to Sanderson. One of my sisters goes there, and we live just down the street. Being able to walk to and from school would be really convenient for me. What really kept me from going there instead, was the fact that I wanted to be able to figure my own high school experience out. I spent a lot of time when I was younger trying to figure out if my opinions were really my own. Enloe offered me a place to get involved in chorus, potentially get involved in soccer and to experience the independence that high school allows. Having an open mind is an important trait to me, and I didn’t want set ideas for how high school was going to be for me.

It was finally Sunday morning. It was time to check the results from the audition on Saturday for the Regional Junior High School Orchestra. It was the first time I would be auditioning for anything, and it was even harder for someone who wasn’t very comfortable with being judged as soon as a horsehair hit a string. To this day, I will never forget the panicked and anxious cacophony of sound that always emitted from the warm-up room, which only fueled my anxiety.

PE was always the most hated period at Harrison High. All the students hoped for Mrs. Johnson instead of Mr. Smith. Today it was quite chilly, maybe about 68 degrees. Everyone in 3rd period went to check in and went to get dressed. The teachers were alright, but Mr. Smith was always the strict one, so when you ran the mile it had to be at least 10 minutes. If you didn’t you had to run it 2 more times until he was completely satisfied. Mrs. Johnson was the more chill, laid back one who had faith in everyone. In the junior class there was a girl named Natasha. Natasha was the most smart, pretty girl out of all the junior class. She was always the one all the guys wanted, but her only downfall was that she wasn’t athletic, at all. Her best

It was the night before first stepping into my soon to be Canadian high school for the next three years. A bundle of wind hustled to all the passengers upon the road. Cold airstream blended with a horn-like sound, definitely a harsh one. However, I was not affected, as I was in the West Edmonton Mall picking up a pair of expensive designer jeans, rushing back and forth from the fitting room. I knew which pairs would look good on me, as well as for my first impression to all the new classmates. Shopping could be both straightforward and difficult as some would claim that they have selecting-phobia when they go shopping, hesitating between two or three items, squeezing myelin sheath out of their brain to make a decision. The rational explanation

Yes, that was me. I was the girl who Incubated like flowers in a green house for years . Long time ago, I started to ask my parents let me transfer to American high school, because i expected the freedom an the leisurely lifestyle. However this idea was always denied, according to my mom’s opinion, i can not even do one right thing without them, and how am supposed to do if i live abroad by myself? I was stimulated by it, and tried not to depend on them. With no more patient on me after i request them so many times, my parents decided to send me to American high school. That is the sentence came from, my mom emphasized threatening but worried.