Personal Narrative-Vergne High School

Jobs for America’s Graduates (JAG) is a state-based national non-profit organization dedicated to preventing dropouts among young people who are most at-risk. Mullins High School is a 100% free lunch qualified school where students look for encouragement. Mullins High School adopted this program to develop leadership skills and soft skills that are essential for our students to be prepared for college and career ready. As an intern, I take this opportunity to determine the support provided by these extra-curricular programs in achieving the vision of the institution. Mullins High school is blessed to have Jobs for America’s Graduates (JAG) program. The program coordinator Ms. T is proud of her student members and their highly supportive parents.

A student named Andrew Braaksma wrote an article in a newspaper called, “Lessons from the Assembly Line”, explaining his story about his summer occupancy while being on vacation away from college. The author writes about the lessons, experiences, and knowledge he had gained from his summer job away from his college campus. Andrew Braaksma explains both roles as a student and as an employee sharing these lessons he learned about the value of an education. Andrew shows his audience the benefits of working and why valuing an education is so vital to an individual’s future. The author’s goal is to inspire young college students to value their education, explore the workforce, and appreciate how employment can benefit them by sharing his own experiences. Being employed or working while attending school is very valuable because it teaches you the concept of financial obligation, gives you a strong worth ethic, and teaches you many lessons about the real world, and how important an education is.

After being inducted into National Honor Society my junior year, I have been working with children at Matoaca Elementary School on a weekly basis to gain the community service hours the honor society requires. I work alongside the computer teacher to assist in helping kindergarteners learn how to use a computer. Many of these children had never used a mouse or a keyboard, and some didn't know all of their numbers and letters. The progress they have made since September has made me very proud of them, and the educational activities they do on the computer has helped them improve their math and reading skills. Before I started to volunteer there, I had never been exposed to an environment where I was to fill the role of an educator and role model

As I drive down Central on Tuesdays and Fridays to Vista College, I ask myself, as a man for and with others, “What am I going to do better?”. One day, I’m a little drowsy from the night before because of the profusion of homework I had and the next I try to be more enthusiastic with the kids. I’m not saying that I was not already enthusiastic. I am saying that I will more enthusiastic the next day. Working with these kids 5-7 hours a week is so amazing. I take every chance I can get to interact with each of the children and get to know them a little more. Furthermore, on a typical day at my agency, I would arrive at the school and find a parking place. After this, I would buzz into the main office to sign in and head to the conference room

During the week on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays I volunteer at pine meadow elementary. I get to spend some of my time with kindergarteners that range from an age 5-6. I leave Sartell high school at 10:05 ish by walking and get to pine meadow elementary around 10:25 the time I begin. When I walk in the front doors I go straight to the office and sign in on the sheet and on my time card while grabbing a number card to clip to my clothing. Right before I begin to walk to my designated classroom, I blow my nose and sanitize my hands just to be safe. It only takes about five minutes to walk from the main office to my classroom. I go straight to the locker Mrs. Drais gave me with a special magnet on it that says volunteer; I open it up and put my

I don’t believe what just happened! I just can’t! I won’t! I never knew that he could pull off a stunt as crazy as that! Landon Ashby, my friend, was basically on the verge of insanity . . . just because of me! I mean, what I said couldn’t do that to a person, right? You are probably wondering what I said to get into this dilemma. I guess, diary, I will now tell you what happened because you seem hungry for details of the incident. But first, you must promise not to tell anyone, OK?

RodFord High school was a big change for me and I didn’t have any classes with Lauren. The school had gray walls everywhere, I felt like I was in a jail really. Lauren and I were eating lunch one day when a group of girls started staring at me. I never seem to cause trouble but I stared back until one of the girls got up. The girl was: tall, skinny, redhead, big eyed and dresses in bright colors. She sat down in front of me and told me ‘What is your problem? Don’t you know staring is rude?’. I laughed in her face and told her, ‘you really need to go back to your table and not talk to me like that again’. That’s where my big change was, that redheaded girl made me lose my bestfriend.

The drum majors are in their perfect rows on the front side line. The boom of the mic as the announcer prepares to give out terrifying results. As he begins to speak score in his loud, monotonous voice, the stadium goes silent.

Roosevelt High School, home of the Wolverines. What made this school so special was that it was full of privileged and prestigious students. In Oklahoma, it was only the best school any student could hope to get into. However, most of them were only there because of their parents’ money. Others, were on scholarship, struggling to keep it as they kept up their grades while battling the horrifying dangers of being a teenager in high-society.

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.

Going to the twenty fifth annual Rivercrest high school class of twenty nineteen reunion, eagers, but nervous. I was excited to catch-up with everyone and see what they have made of themselves. Old friends and teachers I am ready to see. Nervous, because, you heard that some of the kids were living a goofy lifestyle. I even heard that one of the teachers went psycho.

When I was a freshman, I shared a homeroom with nineteen other freshmen students and six seniors. Those seniors were known as “Bomber Pilots”, whose purpose was to mentor freshman students and demonstrate how to succeed at St. Xavier High School. The significant impact that my bomber pilots had on me, and the way in which I looked up to them, started my aspirations to do the same for other students. In that same year, I was nominated to be an “Ambassador” whose primary duties are to show interested 8th graders around the school and explain all of the advantages of becoming a St. Xavier student . My Sophomore year I was a tour guide at the St. X open house for families who wished to be better informed about the school’s academic and extracurricular

“What?” I said out loud. I can’t believe this. Mrs.Dweeb gave me, ME, her best student a 64 on my test! I bet it’s because I turned in my homework late last week, and I was sick then. 5th period science is the worst at Riworth Middle School. “What’s that,” I wonder, “ Please come take this during advisor. Why me?” What if test are the hard in high school. “Wait,” I called to Mrs.Dweeb, “ What is,”

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this

Never did I think in my high school career, I would be able to make an major impact in my school that would continue years after I am gone. Last year, I had the opportunity to participate in a competition called Adcap, sponsored by a German company Systems, Applications, and Products also known as SAP; consisting of schools from all over the state. With hard work and dedication I was honored to get first place and win a thousand dollar grant to improve my high school in any way I desired.