Start High School-Personal Narrative

Going through high school the days were all the same, except for game days. There was just something different about the culture of the school. You could almost feel the excitement in the air. Every “Good luck tonight,” that was received made it feel like the whole school was rooting for me. This was my senior year and tonight was an especially big game. The game that night would decide if we made playoffs and if I could step on the court as a Hawk again.

Coming into high school was amazing because it was nice to experience, a whole new school setting. But in reality my first year was the worst year. I lost my grandfather along with three uncles, and it shook my whole year. The fact that i am still in school is outstanding, when i look upon it. The most difficult obstacle for me was getting back on track after what i went through my freshman year high school.

My transition into high school was as easy as taking a breath. I had always found school quiet easy and I never had to put much effort into getting promising grades. Before high school I had my whole life figured out, or at least I thought I did. I had planned that I would attend a law school or major in English. After a while of being in high school I started to realize many things. My parents did not have the financial stability to send me to a law school, I was not as smart as all the other kids, little by little I began struggling with a negative mentality about myself and my future. I slowly let go of my dream of becoming a lawyer and decided to join the Health Careers Academy. Soon enough, I began to have a deep interest in the medical field but then again I continued to have the same question; how can I afford going to a medical school? I did not know much about college or what it took to get into college. I assumed I just had to have a pretty transcript and that was all it took. My self confidence began to lower as I saw how other students cruised through their high school years so effortlessly. I never wanted to ask for help because I did not want to seem “dumb”. I would bite my tongue and hold in all the unanswered questions I had. My junior year, I was having a very difficult time. I had a tight schedule which consisted of almost all AP or honors courses. I slowly began to give up because I did not believe that I could do it. I let my grades slip failing almost

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

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

We all have different kinds of the first day of school experiences, but for every student, I feel that stepping into the first day of school as a freshman would mark as the most memorable day in all high school years. Before the first day of school, I quickly thought that my freshman year would turn into the toughest and saddest year in my experience. My best friend would not attend the same high school with me, which already gives me many conclusions of how sad and hard of a school year it would result. However, maybe things will turn out differently than we think if we just change something about our way of living it.

When that year ended and I was transitioning to high school, Mr. Joyner made a decision to move me, Ja’quez, and Emmaus Holder up to the high school team known as HYPE. I was unsure of myself at first, I didn’t think I could or would make it on the varsity team of the organization. But that year, I saw a great improvement in myself. I got straight A’s that school year. I started becoming a better leader in the organization. That year we went undefeated and won the NC Step Show Championship, the Battle of the Border championship, and we even won the CIAA step show in the high school division. At one point, I was told I was going to be the next captain of HYPE. But, it was given fairly to my Immanuel Thomas and he is doing a very good job and has really taken up the mantle as captain. In the organization, I am know as “Grit” because of my impressive grit face. It originated from the first CIAA the organization ever went to and I was told I needed a new and

At Quickstart before freshman year I had a panic attack before I even entered the building. I saw how big the school was and I became extremely nervous about starting school. There was so much pressure to make the next four years, the best four years. Also, none of my friends were attending Lane with me and I did not know how to make new friends. Upon entering the building on the first day I got lost a couple of times but I made a couple of friends and lasting impression on my teachers.

One day I was at her house and she wanted to go out, but with me being so young I couldn’t go. I did not have a problem with her going out and I stayed at her house since her mother made me feel welcome. But she had other plans for me. She had gotten a fake ID with my face on it, saying I was 18; she figured if my mother allowed me to get a tattoo at a young age, she wouldn’t mind if I went out. I knew my mother and I knew she would have killed me if I had gone out with her. When I told her that I was not allowed to go, she got upset. I did not care though, because I honestly was not trying to grow up too fast, and going out partying too soon was doing too much for me. She went out without me, but I felt that she wanted me to be like her so I stop talking to her. My friend Joey, well I thought he was my friend. My cousin knew him so I thought he was a cool person, but boy was I wrong. At first everything was fine. He always helped me with my math because coming in I had a lot of problems with it. Every time someone would try to talk to me he would tell them that they couldn’t, but I thought he was doing that because he looked at me as his little cousin.

One reason I struggled in high school was because of hanging out with the wrong group of friends. When I was a freshman I had many “friends” (as many do when they first start high school.) By the time I was a senior I had two friends out of the whole group of friends I started with my freshman year. Hanging out with bad influences not only got me into drugs but got me into thinking it was okay to come home 3 nights out of the week at 2 am, when my curfew was at 11 pm. At that point in my life I was dealing with my mother’s sickness alone and feeling like I would never be good enough for anyone. I went to the drugs and told myself that I was “forgetting” everything. Sadly I didn’t figure out how bad I was ruining my high school years until I

I am the first in my family to go to college. i am a middle child of five other children. two older sisters, an older brother and both a younger brother and a sister. growing up school wasnt always important to me. as i got older and had already really struggled through my first two years of high school i relized i was just being lazy and i knew i needed to pull myself together and focus on things that were really important and crucial for my future. junior and senior year i worked hard and brought my grades and GPA back up. throughout the prosses of refocussing myself i relized i had a love for helping people. i decided that i wanted to teach but wasnt sure what exactly i wanted to teach. i started volunteering a large amount

I walked along the dim hallways practically clinging to the walls as we skittishly rounded the large corridors. It was obvious we were freshman by the terrified looks on our faces as our eyes darted back and forth searching for our next class. The high school hallways were not the most welcoming, as we soon found out.

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.

There is an undeniable feeling of excitement you get when you know that every single person in the room has their eyes set on you, that they are waiting in anticipation to hear what you will say next. The first time I ever experienced performing in front of a crowd was when I was nine years old and had begged my mom to let me audition for our town’s production of Scrooge. That was the moment that first began my passion for the fine arts, and as I have grown older that passion has been cultivated and expanded further.

Walking into the first day of high school i never thought i would have i experience i've had until now, honestly my experience of school did not meet the expectation