Sophomore Year Of My Life-Personal Narrative

The hill that life is, only gets steeper in your teen years. In high school anxiety, depression, stress, and fear kick into high gear. It only gets tougher. As the years pass you keep climbing that hill until you reach the peak. For me, I have yet to reach that peak. In 2015 I started freshman year, good grades flooded my report card making me think that school wasn't really that bad. Sophomore year came too soon and hit me with a wave of assignments that were hard to swim through, Don't get me wrong, I made it through the thick water but with a lesser GPA than the year before. Junior year is now kicking in, “Welcome to the hardest year of your high school lives” was what we were greeted with from the now seniors. Thinking, I tell myself,

Sophomore year of high school was a very different experience than the other years of school, mainly because, in English class, we had to use a blog. Most of the time, I used the Chrome browser to access it, but I occasionally used the Internet Explorer browser or Firefox browser. The host of the website was Weebly.com, a company that allows people to create their own website. When we made our blogs, we included many types of essays and reviews to videos or items we saw in class. Often times, this included attaching a hyperlink to a picture or text so that it would be easier to access a certain resource. This class allowed us to learn about certain websites and how they are formatted, like a wiki. Although it wasn’t a good source, we sometimes used Wikipedia because it was the easiest to use and find information about our topics.

Sophomore year was extremely difficult for me. You know how most people go through a rough patch at some point in their life? Well, that was me all of Sophomore year, everything just seemed too big and scary to deal with, and so I basically put everything off. The guidance counselors always use to say when we were going into high school that we would need to stay on top of things before they started to pile up. I just thought that they were just being dramatic to try and scare us into doing our work, but they really weren’t. By the time I realized this, however, it was a little too late, and I was faced with two options; attend summer school to regain the credit that I had lost, or face my peers when school started up again and be two credits

Most thirteen year olds crave the attention of older kids, particularly boys. In my case, I dreaded it. I was born shy. My natural instinct when someone approached me was to look away, and if they talked to me – heaven forbid – I would smile, blush, and then quietly mumble something inaudible only to become more embarrassed. It wasn’t necessarily my fault, my entire family had a natural shyness about them. We rarely craved the limelight and for the most part it worked out just fine, that is until we were forced into an assertive role. Along with the attention, most kids want to be the kid who hits the big shot, has the token girls on his arms and is adored by just about everyone. That’s every kid’s dream – except for mine. My experience in

Sadness, desperation, and the thought of failure plagued my brain as I went into my second day of Sophomore year in high school. I had grown to dislike school a lot as it felt like all the fun I used to have was slowing diminishing into nothing. As I walked to my next class, I looked down to make sure I had the right room number. I did, it was time for English which I was not looking forward to. But, to my surprise, this English class would change everything

Being a freshman is the hardest of your four years in high school. Have you ever been pressured to be the best person you can be? This is how my year was as a freshman. Freshman year was the most different I never thought I would of found my way around the school when I first started to go there. Freshman year was the best year throughout my years of high school and it was the only year I had friends. During this year I had a lot of anxieties which dealt with me thinking I’m gonna be alone and not have any friends throughout the year to support me through the whole thing. Also, I would think of the pressure of not doing good in any of my classes so I would think it would affect my GPA in the future. The transition from middle school to high school was a different type of thing to do.

It was during my Sophomore year in high school that I was failing classes like math and science. My parents and I where very concerned about what to do and what help I needed to get. So they decided to test me to asses where I was academically, and to gauge the ways to get me where I wanted. The results of this test concluded that in subjects like math and science along with reading. I was still on a middle school level, and on a fifth grade level in math yes I said fifth grade.

My sophomore summer was ok I really didn’t do many things besides play baseball and mow hay. To begin with I was really excited for baseball to start because it’s my favorite sport, but by the end of summer I was ready for it to be over. Mostly because I started playing baseball in the middle of March and didn’t get over until the end of July.

I didn’t really get into writing until my senior year. I had always been in Honors English (you know, the class for all the smart kids who were at a high school reading level in second grade). I had this teach for Honors 11, Ms. Mason, the coolest woman I’ve ever met in my life. My junior year wasn’t super good for me, but she encouraged me to keep trying and take her AP Lang class next year. We focused a lot on non-fiction research writing and I loved it. My senior year I also took creative writing with Mr. Day. Worst decision ever. Not only was the class chock full of freshman and seniors who don’t care, but Mr. Day was the type of person who graded you on how much you wrote like him. If he didn’t like your writing style (and he hated mine)

Imagine: a 99 lbs, 5’4, skinny, shy, ginger kid. Doesn’t seem like the athletic kind does it? This was me as a freshman, and I was really self conscious about myself, granted I was taller than the shortest people who were once taller than me about 2 years ago, I was still skinny and light. I was a good runner, placing 1st in my very first track race, but I hurt my hip during practice and didn’t say anything to the coaches because I was scared they’d say, “Wow, I knew this kid wouldn’t be able to do it, he’s so weak! Just look at him!” so I continued and placed last every race, but I still tried right?

Freshman year was mostly fun for me, but you must watch out for the people who are not really your friend. There are lots of people in this world that act like your friend, but they really aren’t. Those type of people only want to be in your business. I made a lot of new friends, there were a few upperclassman girls that told me high school is scary,and people will not like you if you did these certain things; Stand in the middle of the hallway and talk to your friends, walk slow up the stairs, take forever to open your locker, is not athletic in p.e.. Those are a few of the things I was told as a coming in Freshman. Some of the Juniors would try to start drama with me, but I did not let it affect me. I stayed true to myself and did not let other people bring me down. I stayed laughing and having a good time with my three best friends; Kelsey,Angelica, and Taylin.

My junior year I had taken on multiple advanced courses in addition to working almost everyday after school and it took a large toll on my health. I would come home exhausted and stressed. My parents would urge me to quit my job since they felt that was causing me the most stress, but I was determined to conquer my difficulties. After a lot of time and effort I managed to overcome these obstacles and had success in and out of school. Even though I have proved that I am fully capable of taking on challenges, I wanted to have any extra time I could get in order to explore any other opportunities I may not have been able to be a part of before. I have looked into more volunteer opportunities and have planned out when I am eligible to take part

In my junior year I over thought everything and brought myself down in many aspects. At first I had no intention of doing anything, in all honesty I couldn't care less about coming to school let alone doing work because I had these elaborate thoughts on how whatever I do would hurt me whether it be mental or physical. In all reality by not doing anything, by over thinking that hurt me the most. I slowly tried to get out of the habit of overthinking and not doing anything but it was extremely hard. I lacked the willpower, I lacked the motivation, but most of all I lacked the common sense. I didn't realize that by not doing anything it would really mess me up in the long run. I started to understand what I was doing to myself later in my junior

Freshman year of college, a time to spread one’s wings, figure out the rest of one’s life, and express oneself. One way that I was able to express myself throughout my first year of college was through writing. This semester I expressed myself in two major projects, the first project was an evaluation on Fellowship of Christian Athletes Organization and what makes it a good organization. The second project was about why colleges and universities in South Carolina should serve fresher, healthier, non-processed foods in dining halls. While writing these papers I came across my strengths and weakness as a writer and as a student.

Freshman year was a stressful year. I had to instantly adapt to a new, challenging curriculum. It was a whole new environment for me because I just came out of a private Catholic middle school where I did not really have to think of deciding for myself, and into one of the most prestigious public