Personal Narrative: Why I Started In High School

It’s always been a goal for me growing up to go to college, but you have to like school to be able to apply yourself completely right? Throughout elementary school and middle school, I hated school mostly because I never had a good relationship with my peers and was bullied growing up this would make me really not like going to school and not like my time there. In result, I never enjoyed school or applied myself as much as I wish I did in my years leading up to high school. When I got into high school is when it all changed My freshman year I went completely out of my comfort zone and tried out for cheerleading and made it. Freshman year through senior year cheer completely changed my relationship with the school and my peers. Freshman and sophomore year I started to involve myself into a lot of community service activities and clubs. I

Growing up I learned about financial trouble by my parents telling me that Santa’s workshop is under construction, so he’s limited on supplies. I got told that at a young age and at the time I didn’t understand. Once I got older and started following financial situations and saving money, I realized what they meant. Looking back at it now, it isn’t a big deal because I understand what happened. At the time I was upset because I knew I wasn’t going to get everything on my list.

The summer of 2012 was the start of the downward spiral into my high school career. This ass hole guy decided to dump me and my dumb ass kept going after him when I know I shouldn’t have so I got hella drunk one night (as a 14 year old) and made this hilarious video with my bff that people hated apparently even though we looked hot. And so we got kicked out of cheer lol. Stupid mrs hatfield even had the vid on her phone like wtf lol. So yeah great start to high school.

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

Life is like an ocean. It ebbs and flows. The only certainty is that there isn't any. {except for death & taxes}.

I had a very rough ending to my high school career. I was quite adament on doing my assignments independently, so I failed multiple classes over my sophmore and junior years. I was behind on the credits I needed in order to graduate and walk. My senior year, I had to retake 4 classes worth of credits and pass all my current classes to graduate. Through all that year long grinding and work, I finished my my credit recovery classes a whole month early. Without putting the idea of not actually graduating with my friends and disappointing my family, I probably wouldn't have done all the work I needed to graduate. Having a goal and the mindset to actually go and achieve it is paramount to actually get somewhere in life.

"Things end, but memories last forever." My weekend was sure to prove that. Even though the seniors of 2016 are in readiness to graduate we will most definitely miss these times consumed together. On top of my roof, we sat chattering about what we are going to do after senior year. We discussed about how May 21, 2016, would arrive way before we wanted it to come upon us; once that day comes, we will realize only then that we might never see everyone out of our class again. As we all were articulating about how college will be contrary, how we will study so much more, and how tough it really might be; we promised to never drift apart from the best friends that we are. Finally, two a.m. crept up on us, and we knew it was time to get some

“Hey Katie,” the cute boy at lunch whispered to me while drinking his apple juice, “pass this down.”

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.

The first two years of my high school career were effected by health issues. They were the most difficult as I learned more about depression and anxiety and how to not only manage it, but, also to overcome it. There were days that were very difficult for me to make it out of bed, get dressed, and head off to school. I would get dressed, in the car heading to school, and then feel very overwhelmed that I either could not get out of the car or once at school I would have to leave early due to the depression. As a result, my grades suffered during this hardship.

“Junior year is the worst.” Entering high school, I heard this warning constantly groaned from the mouths of upperclassmen. Nevertheless, I was determined not falter to the same fate. I was steadfast in propitiously positioning myself to make junior year less difficult. I took challenging courses each year in order to get the feeling of rigorous academics. I became involved in numerous school activities so that school remained enjoyable. I worked to ensure I understood the basics of the sciences, English, and mathematics- the foundations of education. By the end of sophomore year, I was feeling confident. I knew that I'd be busy next year due to the workload of the classes in my schedule, but I had managed everything before, so I didn’t need

Since I started high school in 2012 I have taken as many academically different classes as I could with the highest possible rigor to not only push myself, but to expand my interests for my college career. As I come to the end of my high school career I realize I have a wide range of academic interests. If I was to choose an area of focus today one of my main interests would be children’s mental and physical disabilities. While some might find it difficult to work with down syndrome, autistic, or physically handicapped individuals, I find it rewarding and enjoyable. I have on many occasions volunteered at school as a teacher assistant to tutor or just accompany them to their classes. As I reflect over the past few years I find these moments

Throughout my high school career I have been involved in the band and the health and science academy for 4 years. The southeast high school band is the only club that is near and dear to my heart because I have not only traveled with them all the way to Florida, but I have spent so much time with everyone in the band. This years graduating class of band members only contains five people including me, so we are like a family within a family. With this being our last year of high school we have all taken the time to look back on the things that we would change, good or bad. One of the things that I wanted to change was how the band never got as much recognition as other clubs in the school did. I have voiced my opinion to the band director, as

As the T.V. light lit the room, my dad, mom, my two older brothers, and I quietly ate our cheap takeout food. Then as the commercials turned on, Dad stood up, muted the T.V., and calmly said, “I have some very interesting news to tell you about work today.” At first I thought he was going to give a lecture about how he does not want to get called at work saying how his son got an F on a Spanish test, but the truth is that I am in middle school and people always say grades don’t matter until high school, so why should we care about only one bad grade?

Shortly after, he responded saying he was not on campus but could call any time. However, similar with my mother, it was already too late. I had overthought the whole situation and chose it was best to push it down. I told him that I just got his email about our required checkup next week, and that I would talk to him then. Unsurprisingly, the meeting was solely school focused, and I told him the situation had been resolved. Preceded by months of pain, two cries for help in the span of two days that were both rejected, I was left in a very confused emotional state. As much as I hate to admit it, the night following these events was filled with tears.