Personal Narrative: Time Of Your Life

August 15, 2013 was the date that I entered high school. I had high hopes for the upcoming high school years to be my best years ever since I was in sixth grade. I expected that I can make more friends, join more club activities, and can choose classes that I really like. Although I was very enthusiastic and eager to start the all new school years, I also had a lot of worries and confusion about it also. The night before I start my freshmen year, the thoughts of failing classes, and be able to graduate high school kept

Ah, Junior High. Those awkward years between sixth and ninth grade when I had no earthly idea what to do with myself. I remember them well. I had to get used to being in a school that wasn’t an elementary school, the way older kids were acting, and how things were in my new school.

The year you were a tiny fish in a big pond. I remember freshman year being a complete disaster, there is so many juicy events that took part in making this year a disaster but the one that hits home the most was during the middle of the year.

This year had its ups and downs but I would never trade it for another freshmen year because all of the obstacles form our personalities and life is ten percent problems and ninety percent trying to cope with them so whenever I think I can’t do anything I remember that in my freshmen year, I got first place at state for a pantomime, got second place in Boston for Show Choir, made twice as many friends as I have in my whole life, and managed to keep my old friends in the process. I would say that this year would be my best year since

My 20time is on running. In sixth grade I tried out for track, hoping I will be fast enough and would make it. But it didn't turn out that way. It was at lunch with all my friends when I checked the track website and didn't see the name, Carly Jakob, on the list. I was so shocked i started bawling my eyes out. After this traumatizing day I made a goal that I will make the track team when i'm in eighth grade. To do this I knew I had to make many drastic changes. I changed my diet to proper eating habits, and learned facts about form and technique that would help me get through the horrifying try outs and right onto the team.

Hi iam Edgardo Flores i was born in casa grande, az not that far away from our state capital,Phoenix, Az.theres nothing better to do in a hot summer than going out with the friends to a lake and have a blast riding jet skis boats and my favorite, swimming!My activites of the day are shooting,riding horses,and my favorite one is quad riding.Thats right! ive been doing these fun exciting hobbies since i was 9 years old.pretty young huh?

Junior year was one of the best years of high school, but also one of the most

Sophomore year turned out to be the worst year that I’ve experienced in all my 16 years and 3 months of living. Remember when I said that the advice given to me by one of my teachers was engraved to the deepest part of my brain? That means that I didn’t remember that until a couple of months ago. But, it was already too late. I was already knee-deep in the mess I created.

Senior Year… A beautiful ending to some of the longest, hardest, and most difficult years I will ever have to face. Well at least until my senior year of college. It feels like forever since I first step foot in the high school in my hometown. I started this long journey at Columbia City High School as a freshman and sophomore. Then, for my junior year, I chose to study dance. Having a year off of my education was pretty stressful, but it was the best option for me at the time, and I definitely do not regret it. For my senior year, I found Marion High School. MHS has a partnership with Community School for the Arts, giving me many opportunities through my academics and arts.

Throughout the conversation, Susan did not inform me that the home was still in First Look and not open to investors at this time. Susan did not highlight any features of the home, nor did she talk about the neighborhood or the surrounding area. When asked, Susan paused to reference the property file and stated, "In looking at the pictures it appears that it needs interior paint, carpet, appliances, and a few windows, which the previous seller must have taken." She stated, "I don't know why they have to remove things from the homes." I asked, "Do you have offers?" She paused to check the property file and answered, "No offers." I asked, "Is the property behind the home farmland?" She paused to reference the property file and replied, "It appears

It was my first time going geese hunting with a shotgun. I was really nervous to going because my uncle and my grandpa are really good at it. They go every weekend and more than half of the time they get their lemont. Also I was very excited to go just growing up going and always watching them going hunting with guns and i always watched. I was getting tired of it. I thought it was time for me to have a gun and on more messing around as much

Senior year was a year to remember. Imagine walking into your school for the last time, you start to realize that soon you will be entering the real world, called reality. Memories like eating breakfast with friends, walking down the halls with your friends. Basically hanging out with friends, is what I can keep in my heart and cherish them forever.

Sophomore and junior year basically felt like two years in one. Just like freshman year, I was the new kid on the block. My dad got sole custody of my brother and I and drove through several states just to get us. I was mad at first and I hated Tishomingo, and all I thought about was being able to move back in with my mom after sophomore year was up. But by the time second semester came around, I was able to make friends who I thought understood me, and I no longer wanted to move. Eventually the year was over and it was Junior year in the blink-of-an-eye. Junior year was my best high school year which included me joining band for the first time, dating the love of my life, and finding out who my true friends were.

Freshman year sucked. Being a freshman will always be the worst and I know next year it's going to be a repeat all over again. Most of the stereotypes of freshman are true, the

The hill that life is, only gets steeper in your teen years. In high school anxiety, depression, stress, and fear kick into high gear. It only gets tougher. As the years pass you keep climbing that hill until you reach the peak. For me, I have yet to reach that peak. In 2015 I started freshman year, good grades flooded my report card making me think that school wasn't really that bad. Sophomore year came too soon and hit me with a wave of assignments that were hard to swim through, Don't get me wrong, I made it through the thick water but with a lesser GPA than the year before. Junior year is now kicking in, “Welcome to the hardest year of your high school lives” was what we were greeted with from the now seniors. Thinking, I tell myself,