Personal Narrative
I got a 68% percent on a history test. My teachers, even some of the teachers that I favor dearly, look at me with their mean and vicious eyes. I try to greet them in the nicest and sweetest way as I can but never get the genuine reply I want. I go to some of my classmates to talk to them about my struggle until I realized I don’t have my go-to friend. That was my life 2015 was the year when I finally got into a prestigious private school called Collegiate School, having just transferred from a public school. The common wisdom that people had been that private school’s curriculum was more hectic and more difficult than that of a public school’s. It did not take long for me to notice that there was truth to that saying.
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Furthermore, these group of friends hung out so much that they extended their friendship outside of school. They did activities that included shopping with each other, playing sports and activities with each other, or even spending vacations with each other. Another important thing that almost every classmate attended was the parties. Most classmates hosted many bar mitzvahs and I never got the chance to be invited into one. Once I saw that I was not going to have any friends to talk to, to share feelings with, or even to confide secrets with, the devastation was arising within me and the idea of becoming a complete outsider was also kicking in. The advice that I received from my parents was that I needed to stay in my lane. In other words, I had to depend on myself and mind my business. All in all, I had to force myself to just go to school for the great education, excluding the social life. It was a horrible time for me. Although there were some classmates who actually saw what I was facing and tried to help me out by introducing themselves, they never really showed true friendship towards me which made me feel demolished.
Being accepted into a new school is like entering a whole new world and forcing yourself to adapt to its system. Not only is this extremely hard for some people but it
The year prior, I had plenty of friends, and couldn’t have been happier. However, with the additional 200 students, and problems at home flourishing, I never realized until then how alone I actually was. While walking to my first class I caught several glares from different classmates, some of whom used to be good friends of mine. Once I got to my seat, I quickly sat down and pulled my worn out hoodie over my face, shutting the world out.
It was all downhill from elementary school. No, my grades didn’t drop and I didn’t become a street rat, but socially, junior high single handedly ruined my social life. But from before I even stepped foot on the premises, I was destined to an awkward, mute, and sidelined three years: seventh grade, eighth grade, and freshman year. My elementary school, Central Road, was made up of two groups of kids, those who would go to Carl Sandburg, and those who would go to Plum Grove; and my tight knit group of friends would be cut in half when it came time for the split. Although there was more than 100 students who would be moving on to one of these schools, I was one of only 20 who would be attending Plum Grove starting in the fall. Of course, my
Junior year was the year that I was elected at Konawaena High School's Student Body Corresponding Secretary and the junior class Vice President. With these two major responsibilities, I found it difficult to balance the duties of an officer, school assignments, and having a job. I found myself prioritizing my roles as an officer over my school work, which you can only imagine did not work out so well. Throughout the school year I realized that I almost became a zealot about student activities, and this is where things in my social life went wrong, or so I thought. Friends of mine since the very beginning starred to become nothing but familiar faces, and soon enough, nothing but memories. I then began looking at the priorities of my "friends" and the priorities that I had for myself. They did not seem to match up. I soon found myself with a new group of people on
The school year approached its end. Another summer to spend alone by myself. The cycle had been repeating since I was in grade school. Sadness choked me as I returned home and shut my door. Every year, the resolution was the same: I would try to make friends next year; however, every year, I felt myself falling back down into the same trap. By the time high school began, I no longer felt the numb sensation of sadness or the flow of tears as the final day of May became the last day I talked with my “friends.” I no longer expected to make any friends, or, more accurately, I no longer expected to be able to make any friends. The sheer possibility of befriending an individual appeared to me as foreign as speaking in latin. When I walked into school, what should have been a site of chatter, opportunity, and growth appeared to me as a form of imprisonment and torture; however, unbeknownst to me, I did have friends; something of which I did not recognize until years passed by. I grown attached to certain conversations; there were times where I felt the need to initiate a conversation rather than waiting for someone else to make one. It was not until one of my friends told me,”We’re your friends aren’t we?” when I realized I was not longer
I find myself reading this short paragraph over and over(above). My topic sentence makes me happy and proud. Going back to school was the best thing I have done. I chose to talk about going back to school to the “future employer” because it shows I am motivated as well as dedicated. This class has brought a lot to my attention. The mannerism that is expected in the “business world” is to speak and write well. It is extremely important to know how to write (type) a meaning full and proper paper whether it is for school or work. I have noticed a great impact in my vocabulary and writing skills. My boss told me on Monday he is impressed with the new docs I typed up for our new clients (with no help from him). I was not excited about this class
In this class, I have learned many new skills to improve my writing, and I have also learned new grammar rules. In regards to my writing, I have learned the importance of freewriting when beginning to write a paper. Additionally, I now know to allow ample time for revising and editing because I can look at my work critically for mistakes and make necessary changes. Furthermore, I have learned about grammar rules such as pronoun-antecedent agreement. This rule is something that I know subconsciously, but being made aware of it has allowed me to find mistakes I make more often.
Physics has been both a challenging and deeply beneficial course. The reason this course has been difficult for me isn’t because it is an AP class. It also isn’t because I am only a sophomore, my age has no real impact in this instance. This class has been difficult for me because it presented several ideas in ways I had never challenged before. It has truly made me question my way of thinking and has opened up my eyes to the world around me. Some of the things I’ve learned in class I’ve already observed before but never knew why. Other things I’ve been blind to and finding out the truth gives me a whole new perspective. I have had to retrain my brain out of its misconception of reality. Learning something entirely new is easy. The real challenge occurs when you have to forget what you thought you knew and replace it with something entirely different.
Every school teaches at a different pace, and I just so happened to be ahead of everyone. I was very shy on the first day of school, and I didn’t talk to anyone. Moving schools is tough and now that I look back at my days in middle school, I was a socially awkward kid. I still am a socially awkward kid, but I have gotten better. I never had any friends in middle school because I was considered the weird, new kid. Kids in middle school would shout “Loser!” or sometimes call me gay. These acrimonious have left scars in my heart, and sometimes those words reappear. I put a smile on my face and act like everything is fine, and, for the most part, it has worked. I have “friends” in high school, and by “friends” I mean people who use me for homework and to tutor them. If I was actually their friend, I would get invited to hang out with them. I get the same excuse every time, “Sorry, I’m really busy,” but on their social media I see them hanging out with
It was a bright sunny day and I was ready to play. I was on the playground at recess. It was in April. I was on the monkey bars when my friend told me to jump down and she would catch me. My 3rd grade self thought it was a good idea and jumped. When i jumped from the bar, she moved. I slammed into the ground. I learned from this experience that you can’t trust everybody, not even your closest friends. No matter how much you know a person, you never know when they could change just in a second. Even if she moved because she was scared, or she wanted me to hit the ground, it doesn’t matter. Through it all I learned that you can’t give your just to everybody.
I made little friends, I was very quiet, shy, and because of that my grades fell apart.
I have been attending the Key for three years now, and these past three years have been the highlight of my life. In addition, if I didn’t attend this school, my whole life would have unraveled in a negative way. The Key School is a sanctuary for dyslexics; the faculty here teach strategies so you can comprehend practically anything. The Key is a great place for making new friends and discovering unseen talents. My first year attending the Key was in fifth grade; it was extremely difficult to adjust to the Key School environment. My second year in sixth grade was a great year for transitioning to middle school with its complex environment. Finally, this year, seventh grade, is without doubt the best year of them all. In conclusion, the Key School is an amazing place to learn new material, and the Key is the determinator how successful I’m in life.
A life lesson that I have learned over the course of my high school years, is you need to choose wisely which crowd of people to hang around. I’ve learned that not everyone is your friend, even if they tell you they are. There are people out there who will claim to be your friend, and will stab you in the back when you least expect it.
Like many people around the world, I have had many academic challenges throughout my 12 years of public schooling. In math, I don’t know how to add and subtract simple fractions from one another, then in science I struggle learning the basic concept of Chemistry. But one of the hardest academic struggles that I’ve had was when I was in 3rd to 8th grade when I wasn’t able to read as well as other students.
Imagine viewing a youtube video 50 years from now that documented a day in my classroom. Would that document demonstrate that I was preparing my students for top-notch careers or would the lens capture a laughable waste of educational time? I am confident that I am providing my students with opportunities to engage with technology, problem solve, and team build. What I don’t know for sure is if I am maximizing learning time appropriately for their needs as 21st century learners. My goal is to work with my teaching coach to become aware of gaps in my instruction and lesson execution that fall short of reaching digital natives.
In my freshman year, I had many friends to start my high school with. They were the great support and encouragement that helped me become one of the successful students. Since, I had such a good friends, I was able to review the lessons to fulfill my understanding for each subject. Since, I had full understanding of the lessons; I was able to maintain my 4.0 grade point average (GPA). However, it all fallen apart in December of my sophomore year.