Personal Narrative: Upperclass Man Of Elementary School

I grew up in a good environment so to speak, had a mother, father, and two siblings. One older and one younger, so I was in the middle. From what I can recall I lived with my grandmother and grandfather along with my parents and siblings for a while until my parents purchased their own house around 2007 or so.

HIgh school has always been easy for me, and probably for the majority of people that have been through the school system in America. 20 years ago there wasn’t a such thing as a program like northland CAPS for high schoolers. Also 20 years ago you didn’t need a college degree to pursue most careers. For me I’ve always been a procrastinator, even the application I submitted to northland caps was late. I’ve always been comfortable talking in front of large crowds and I’ve always been comfortable with myself. However, I was tired of the traditional classroom as well. The repetivness of being in highschool learning the same material has the juniors did before you. I wanted to try something different my junior year, and I knew that there wouldn’t be very many juniors in this program making it a bigger challenge for me.

From 9th grade to 10th grade, I attended a small, public choice school called Federal Way Public Academy. They accepted students on a lottery basis, and had a total student population of approximately 300 students, grades 6-10. It is a school that is very well known for it’s college-level academics, lack of music and physical education classes, and intense homework load. Regardless, I wanted to attend that school since I was in 5th grade, but wasn’t accepted until 9th. When 9th grade finally came, I met the group of people I would soon call family.

I remember in my second grade classroom there was this poster on the side of a bookshelf. It had the names of different emotions, and a bear face was above each name that had an expression that matched each word. One of the emotions was “bored”. I recall one day in second grade, I was thinking “I don’t think I’ve ever felt that emotion yet, I wonder how that feels.” To my dismay, a couple of weeks after, and quite often after that, I had felt the “bored” emotion during school up until the seventh grade. In seventh grade was when I had Ms.Tassil as my teacher. She made studying, homework, and classwork fun. She helped us study for tests by playing Jeopardy with the class, or by having two people at a time competing against each other

When I first stood at the bottom of the B-building stairs on August 19, 2013, almost every sixth grader was anxious. We were all waiting for the three-chime bell, and when it did ring, we all stampeded up the stairs like a herd of elephants. But I don’t think that it had ever come to me or any of my peers that change would hit every student, including myself at fifty miles per hour and as loudly as the sound of our feet running up the stairs.

As a freshman, you seem to get treated as dirt. When an upperclassmen tells you to do something, you don’t hesitate, you do it. This was how my freshman year was anyway. I have played sports all throughout high school, and every year I have seen the same things happening over and over again. The senior and most upperclassmen expect the freshman to do as they say. After my freshman year, I thought I would do the same, make sure the freshmen felt the same pressure on them as my class did when we were that age. However, as my junior year and now senior year roll around, my perspective started to change. I noticed that more freshman didn’t respect the upperclassmen, they were just intimidated by the seniors. I decided then that I was going to lead

I was never the type of kid to standout in school especially not in the hallway. I was never too tall, never too short, not too scrawny, but the one thing I like to do is make people laugh. Yet even though that was very fun and all I still leave my legacy behind, which as weird, as this sounds, I was the one kid teachers never took seriously, but for the most part I never got that bad of a grade, in middle school(except when it came to 7th grade language arts class).

I walked into my Barents room , I was so depressed because that day was my first day went to middle school in America. I spoke to my mother about what was going on that day.

Superior Elementary school was the best school. I was so anxious to start the fourth grade. Me and my siblings would lay out our new school outfits and have everything ready for school the next day. We would also have our book bags full of supplies put together all neat in the bags put to the side. The day before schools start me and my two sisters would go get our hair done at the salon. My brothers would get a haircut.

Currently many juniors at Leroy Greene Academy have been asking for a unforgettable senior year with little fundraising in freshman and sophomore year the pressure to earn money as a senior class are high. I plan to bring new ideas to the drawing board but not as a classmate attending weekly meeting but as president in order to assure that the ideas we come up with aren’t just on a list of to do’s. I am running for Class President with the knowledge of how much stress comes with it, as I have served as a Treasurer and Vice president of Venture Crew 580 a co-ed scouting community. Similar to class president, I have worked with bringing new ideas to the table and a plan to execute them. Although junior year was memorable, I have high hopes of

A true school story is never about school. It is about the war that never ends in it, especially the war in student council. When you are still a freshman in the school, no matter what happened, you still want to be a member of student council by the end of the year. This all began to change when you are an upperclassman in school. When you become a sophomore, reality struck. You start to understand the warfare and blood in it. If you are guessing that student council can’t have corruption and “power hungry eagles”, you were wrong. To be quite honest, it is not a civil war, but a World War 3 in there. They may look nice and great on the outside, but really they aren’t. Everyone has a desire and ambition to become the highest ranking person in the council, especially reelection season. You are always fighting for what have exactly no meanings.

The cheerful students line the halls cheering on the anxious team to state. The students fill the halls with excitement and encouragement. It feels a bit strange to be enclosed by such enthusiasm for only a girls basketball game.

My entire life I have loved to plan and execute events, being the Junior Class President and the Newspaper Editor have taught me the skills to not only work with others while planning an event, but truly care for people in every situation. My aspiration is to become a Marketing Manager for a company to promote and plan better ways to expand the business. I hope to achieve this goal by being accepted to a business school to major in Marketing and minor in Management and stay to obtain a Master’s Degree.

Throughout the years you would never figure out how a kid would end up growing up to be. You don’t know if they are going to be good or bad but you always hope for the best, you never want them to get bullied or feel any pain. All you want is happiness for your kid and no worries. Nobody’s life is a fairytale and many people from reality shows lifes aren’t the real ones they put up with on a daily basis a but let me take you through my journey.

I walked out with a pink slip in my hand reading “Urgent to Ms. Conklin’s parents call school when received”. I had gotten home to show my mom the slip and she was instantly confused. She informed me that it would be best if she just went to the school the next morning to clear things up. It was no reading that night for me. All I could think was if this is where reading gets me then I don’t want to do it anymore. The next morning was whirlwind. My mother, Ms. Chui and Mrs. Garrison all stated the facts to Mr. Brooks the principal that on many occasions they have seen me reading various books. Whether it had been short stories or chapter had not