Personal Narrative: Waking Up In High School

Starting high school was a challenge. There are new surroundings and new people to please and impress. Classes were difficult, not because the work was hard but because there was nothing that was the same. New school, new teachers, and new faces to try to please were to much to handle when everything was falling apart at home As time went on, the smile face mask I had to wear everyday got thicker and thicker and it was getting more difficult to put on every morning. The only thing I would do when I got home was do my homework, read a book, maybe watch a little TV, nibble on dinner then go to bed. That was my life and that was my routine for 2 years. When I did go out with friends I would be home way to early and nothing really happened to make

Between the grades of kindergarten to grade four, I just didn’t care. I never thought twice about giving the wrong answer, doing my best work, or presenting projects in front of the class. That soon came to an abrupt halt when I started grade five. Everyone was starting to get serious about their grades and who they were starting to become. I began to worry about what people thought of me, and tried desperately to fit in. I was constantly working at getting my grades back up and maintaining my friendships, but I developed really bad anxiety about everything. I couldn’t work on or present any projects without stressing over it to the point where I wore myself out and made myself feel sick. My anxiety has decreased small amounts at a time over

When I was at Tad Gormley watching the Blue Jays and realized I couldn’t stand, I learned not everything goes as planned. My parents were helping my sister move into college, so I was attending the Jesuit football game with a babysitter. During the celebration following a score, I knocked my water bottle onto the track; so, in order to retrieve it, I decided to jump over the fence that separates the field and the stands. It didn’t seem like a monumental task as I had jumped over that same four-foot fence multiple times that game alone. Unfortunately, I was standing at a poorly patched area in the fence and as I jumped my foot barely caught the edge of it. Consequently, I fell awkwardly, but I rotated my body to avoid hitting my head and ended

Going into High School I didn’t know what to expect, I was nervous but I knew what classes I wanted to take and get over with. World Geography was an option and I was discussing it with my sister, she did let me know that there would be mostly all sophomores in that class because it was a sophomore class. That did get me a bit nervous because I only work well with a certain amount of people. The first day of school I was a little calm because when I walked in, I already knew most of the people in my class. Somethings that I will take from World Geography is how I somehow managed to improve on my time management skills, with the help of Mr. Brubaker and DJ, I got to see what I needed to improve in my writing and I took what I learned in this

As a freshman in high school I woke up every morning before all of my fellow classmates and came to school an hour early. But I didn’t mind, because now I was apart of the Broadcasting Team. I didn’t mind waking up earlier because being there made me feel more awake than ever before. My early morning dedication persisted, all four years of high school. The rush of adrenaline after running my first broadcast has continued to drive my desire to learn all aspects of broadcasting. I can’t imagine doing anything else. I will graduate college and then work toward “running the board” for a major news

The switch from middle school to high school is very difficult for many people. Once it is about one month before the school year begins, most have unfeigned emotions of nervousness and exhilaration because they have no idea what to expect. I am familiar with these emotions because at that time, I could rarely find complete repose and stop thinking about it. What many ponder, before they embark on the long journey through high school, is whether they will make new friends or not. Friends will be made, but diffident people, from my experiences, have had the hardest time because they are more reserved and quiet. Ones who have indomitable courage are not as afraid to approach others, introduce themselves, and find things in common. Additionally, many worry about the difficulty of their classes and what each teacher will be like. Most students hope hope their teachers will be altruistic and be the type of person to always offer help and advice. However, other students enjoy being challenged by having to handle all situations on their own.

While dressing unfashionably, looking both uneasy and clueless, in a class with no more than twenty students, millions of questions suddenly appear in my chaotic head. Questions such as “what will happen to me?,” and “how can I understand this?” built up the doubt in me. However, who would have guessed that six years later, I would become a girl who has adopted a different vibe with more confidence and enthusiasm, which I thought would never be possible, six years ago.

Immediately after Thanksgiving break was a time that everybody dreaded the most: finals month. These were the last three weeks of the semester that were known as probably the most chaotic during the school year. When I was a freshman in high school, I didn’t stress much about it because in middle school, finals were much easier and a collective effort. We took almost all of our finals in April and we studied for all of them in all different classes. “Let’s work on some science,” my math teacher would say. It also wasn’t uncommon to hear my reading teacher say,” I’ll find some Algebra problems for us to work out.” This served as a great help during this time. Although, this would all change in high school.

The first day wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but it wasn’t great either. I got lost so many times and the only thing more embarrassing than being lost in the hallway is asking someone for directions, which I had to do twice. I only had one class with my friends, but all three of us were in there. And Samantha Kline was in my second period social studies class. We had started hanging out during school for the last month of eighth grade, and I didn’t have her number, but we liked each other. I don’t know about liking each other. I liked her but I didn’t know if she liked me. She was cool. Popular but quiet. And very pretty. She had played basketball in middle school and had practiced with the high school soccer team for the second half

Entering high school, I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect, but I sure wasn’t mentally prepared for what hit me as soon as the semester started. Specifically, math. I’ve always really loved math, probably because I’ve always been able to get it without much extra work or stress. Man, was that about to change.

I am notorious for being clumsy. Sometimes I envision how my senior graduation will turn out, full of trepidation that I will trip on stage as I am approaching my principal to receive my diploma. Regardless, I realize that as the number of days left in high school decreases, it does not matter what happens on stage; all that matters is that I am finally graduating. OR

I am Olivia Plamann and I am 14 years old. If you saw me the first trait you would notice about me is my height. I get my height from my family. My family consists of my mom: Joy, my dad: Pat, my younger sister: Ella, and my two dogs: Packer and Baxter. My dog, Packer is eight years old, and my dog, Baxter is 3 months old. In my free time I like to spend time with my family, but I normally don’t have a lot of free time because of dance. I am on the Sartell Sabre Dance Team and I also dance at Ms. Melinda’s Dance Studio. Between Ms. Melinda’s and the dance team I normally will dance for about 20 hours a week.

One thing that has been meaningful to me is my experience with high school athletics. I choose high school athletics because of a few reasons. My first reason is how I learned about hard work and if you push yourself, you can achieve your goal. I have been lifting weights three days a week since I was in 8th grade. Up until the summer before my junior year I hadn’t tried very much while I lifted weights. I would rush to finish my workout, sometimes I would even skip lifting. I had wasted my time for three years. I realized that I had to change my work ethic. The summer before my junior year is when I started to push myself. I never skipped lifting the whole summer, and to this day I have not missed a day. I wouldn’t lift to just lift, I lifted

You ever just listened to a person´s sob story and you continue to listen to these for so long, then you think about how you don't have a story to tell. You think that you are such an uninteresting person, well that´s is definitely not the case because you're just a person with an upbeat kick in their story, which is me.

Things started to pick up in second grade. I finally lost my first tooth, got baptized, and my aunt Sarah was expecting!! My love for kids continued to grow during this time. By the time I turned 10, I had 3 younger cousins! Spending time with them was so much fun. Soon I was ready to babysit. My oldest sister, McKenzie, babysat all the time and when she came home with lots of dollar bills in her hand, I was mesmerized. The thought of getting paid for playing with little kids blew my mind. I wanted to do it!! The summer before 4th grade, I tried out for Express, a select basketball team. I had also been on a soccer team called “Fire and ice” but I was going to switch teams because there were younger girls on the team that I was too old to