Personal Narrative: The New Kid At Lake Gibson High School

On the 24th of April 2016, I had just left Lake Hamilton School with two of my long time friends. We had just had a ceremony, and I had accepted a metal for completing the medical professions course, both level 1 and 2, throughout my junior and senior year. We had decided to take the Sunshine way home instead of the bypass. As I was driving down a straight stretch on sunshine I began to speed. Before I realized it a cop had passed me going the opposite direction. He then turned around and proceeded to pull me over. Once he had gotten onto me for driving so carelessly and not taking what could have happened into consideration, he then proceeded to tell me he was going to tow my car for such actions and asked if I had anything he needed to know

I got hired on at Pekin Community High School in April 2015. When I was first hired, I waited months before hearing anything from colleagues in the science department. At the beginning of June, I received my first email from Heather Green who was the other special education science teacher. Her email was a bit intimidating as it was five pages long welcoming me into the department, giving me a description of my job, and asking if we could meet up so she could further explain how to prepare for the start of the school year.

The transition from Grady High School had become a starting point of a new life. Slowly but surely, it found its way into adulthood. Where I embraced a new sense of responsibility and maturity. At this given time and day, I was responsible for following the rules and regulations. These set of rules was being enforced by the principal named Dr.Bockman. Students did not appreciate her position as being principal, yet her job was to support the Grady community. She had a very strict job and she took it very seriously. Nevertheless, I made my first entrance into the steps of being in high school. I walked into Grady High School with an overwhelming fear of anxiety and depression. I had no idea what the expectations was gonna be. So, I knew that

“Glory Be to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without end. Amen.”

It was a warm Thursday morning in June. I had been training all summer long with the Hilton Head High School Cross Country team. Every morning we would have to be at practice in Hilton Head Plantation at 7:00 sharp, if we were late, we had to run 4 miles plus what we had to run for practice. That day, I am so lucky that there was not any traffic, because if there was I would have been late. I arrived at practice, and there was one of my friends from school, Cal. He had told me he was going to come run with us over the summer for a while, but until then he hadn’t been at practice.

The crowd chants “5, 4, 3,” Scott dribbles the ball upcourt, “2, 1,” Scott shot the ball right as the buzzer rang. It was January 9th, 2017, and our basketball team was getting on the bus to go to Port Huron Central Middle School. It was snowing outside as we walked up to the bus that would take us there. The whole eighth grade and seventh grade team got on the bus, followed by the coaches. We all knew that this would be a tough game, for the eighth graders especially. But that day, I learned as long as you work hard, you’ll never lose.

“Have a good day and enjoy the experience,” Mrs. Rumpke said to her son Pete and I as she dropped us off at the front of the school by the statue of St. Francis Xavier.

It was a cool, crisp day in Crestwood, Maine. Not a cloud in the sky, not a degree over seventy six. Crestwood was a small town, with a population of under fifteen thousand. Jack Barnes was just getting ready for school when suddenly, “Jack, you better be out here in less that five minutes, or you’ll miss the bus!” said Jack’s mom.

In the beginning of 2010 everything came to a stop in our lives it seemed. I was 15 years old when it happened. Apparently there wasn’t any money left to help pay for the house. My sister Christina ended up pregnant, Amber wanted to move out. My parents had to think about Elaine and I. My parents couldn’t save the house, electricity was turned off. They had to foreclose on the house. My parents literally didn’t know where we were going to live. My sisters Christina and Amber arranged for an apartment to share together. But because they did that they were unable to help my parents. This caused major resentment between my parents and my sisters. This alternatively affected me and Elaine. After they moved out we were allowed to stay in the house

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

Walking onto the fields with my cleats hung over my shoulder, I had never felt so out of place. The other players seemed to know each other already, either from high school or playing the previous year together. I, however, knew nobody and was left there awkwardly fiddling with the grass at my feet. I doubted anyone knew my name as I was a rookie on the team, fresh out of last week’s tryouts. It was still unbelievable to me that I made it past those tough weeks of tryouts and found myself a spot on the team as the Philadelphia Forge, a youth Ultimate Frisbee team, draws upon some of the best high school Ultimate players in the Philadelphia area.

This week being the beginning of my last year here at Davis high school has been one to remember. Seeing old friends and meeting new students is always fun. My favorite class for now is PALS. Pals is a program where you go into a classroom and assist the special education students that need assistance here at Davis high school. One interesting thing about this week is my best friend's sister is a new student or as we know a freshman. I am excited for up and coming events such as; senior sunrise/sunset, football games and many more fun

Lessons that you learn as a child can stay with you through out your entire adult life. Growing up I always looked up to my mom and wanted to be like her when I was older, she taught me a lesson that will stay with me forever. It was my first year at my new school and I was going into 3rd grade. I knew absolutely no one at my new school and I had never been in a situation like that before. I walked into the front door of Wentworth and was intimidated by all the kids I had never seen before. Every ones parents walked them into their class and I instantly was the new face no one had ever seen. Most girls didn’t talk to me and people just starred at me as I walked through the hallway. I finally reached my classroom it was the corner room with

I woke up the morning of November 4th, 2016 never wanting that day to end. It was the last day that I would ever be an Oak Hill High School football player ever again! It would be the last time that I ever strap on the good ‘ol black helmet with the red facemask, played for the Red Devil pride that runs so deep, or just simply took in and enjoyed what kept me going for so many years. We were set to take on the Westside Renegades in a battle of teams who were not doing so well on the season; we were coming in at a disappointing 0-9, while they were a struggling 2-7. Nevertheless, we were here to go to war.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.