Personal Narrative: The Only High School

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

My eyes repeatedly peered to the stands which had a crowd of at least four hundred students eagerly waiting as we were warming up. Observing the crowd I noticed the left side of the field was full of students in orange Parkview High School shirts while to my right students were in purple Brookwood High School shirts. It was the Lacrosse Region Championships between Parkview, the school I played for, and, Brookwood High School. Both of our schools were ranked top ten for biggest rivalries, we knew it would be a fight to win the most significant game for us.

One of the most difficult decisions I had to make was which high school I should attend. I understood that this was going to be a major descsion that would set a path for my life There were two high schools that I was considering. I was deciding between New Berlin Eisenhower and Wisconsin Lutheran High School. These two schools both had pros and cons to them.

It just made things easier for the bullies and things worse for me. Louis and I remained in Wildcats East. I was afraid and sometimes I never wanted to go back. I thought the bullying would have stopped. Now that I am not in school anymore, I feel safer, not threatened or bullied by anyone much anymore. Pretty sad I tell you how school life had to turn out the way it did.

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

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

When I entered Glenbrook South High School for my first day of freshman year, I was not excited to be back in school and I was definitely not ready to learn again. I remember the first class I had was English. As I sat in English, I recognized some people from middle school, but most of the faces were new to me. The teacher, I forgot her name, was very nice and welcoming. She asked us to pull out our “Of Mice And Men” books and asked someone to read the first page out loud. One of the students began to read out loud, and I followed along. After the first page was completed, she asked for a volunteer to summarize the page. No one volunteered so she picked from the attendance sheet. She picked me. I got nervous because I had no clue what was

I went to three different middle schools. The first middle school I went to was Baldwin Arts and Academics Magnet. This was probably the best middle school out of the three. I had the most and best friends. They were all different, and they loved and understood me. The two things I hated about Baldwin were the stairs and the miles our P.E. Coach would make us run. The teachers were sweet for the most part, and even though I didn't do well because I wasn't accustomed to magnet school, they helped me as much as they could. The transition from public school to magnet school proved too tough for me, so I had to go to another school.

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

I have been a teacher for 12 years. I graduated with a computer science degree from UC Santa Barbara. After graduation, I worked for Teach for America. I taught math at Pittsburg High School and I volunteered after school teaching programming. I transitioned to teaching GED math and high school independent studies at the adult ed in Mountain View. There, I worked with underserved students aiming to take the GED or needing credit recovery towards their high school diploma. During this phase, I worked towards developing a website to help teachers customize math work for their students, mathproblemgenerator.com. I then transitioned to Mountain View high school and helped founded their computer science program. We started with two AP Computer

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.

I was one of the best even though I was a little younger than the top boxers in the gym. I would always play football every sunday with my friends. I worked out everyday except for saturday and sunday. I was really fit compared to everyone of my friends. But all that didn’t last long, It all started with a football game that I ended up injuring my shoulder bad enough to not being able to move my arm for a whole week. Three weeks later I had a boxing match with a friend and I ended up dislocating my shoulder when I landed a heavy punch, I would of knocked him out but my shoulder had not healed yet.

The one time were I had found myself in an impossible position was when I was in the fourth grade. From the very start of that year I had started to fall off but it was not in all of my class I had excelled in two out of my three classes. I was doing good in my history class and my English class but the class that I really struggled with was math. For a long time I had struggled with math and even today I still have trouble math but back then I it was just to difficult I mean I had to go to two different tutors for math and still after all of that I still failed. The teacher was not a bad teacher and taught our class well, I did keep an alright grade but it begin slowly start to fall around the spring. I mean parents were so mad at me.

In choosing a high school, I decided to pursue my love of cello performance by auditioning for and eventually attending a performing and visual arts school. In my middle school experience with orchestras and ensembles, I was often highly ranked, and sat among the first or second stands. Since this was what I was accustomed to at the time, I figured this success would effortlessly follow me into my higher education.

“We haven’t really settled on anything yet,” one of the other girls said, her friends muttering their agreement softly.