Write A Narrative Essay About Moving Away From High School

Times were tough when I was 8 years old. However, it was at this time that my mum decided that it would be best for us to move out from our house and change my schools. An obnoxious bar just completed construction across the road and the presence of such homeless and corrupt men would only hinder my growth. That is what my single mum, that had to look after me and my two sisters, thought. But then again, who would think that living in downtown alleyways would be a promising idea for a single mum with three kids.

Some people fracture a bone in their body; some break the same bone twice. A few rupture a bone from slipping on a rug. I happen to be one of the very few for whom both of these scenarios are true. Between the ages of five and seven, my parents enrolled me in a gymnastics class because I loved to tumble and twirl. I knew how to execute everything a little gymnast aimed for: a cartwheel, a handstand, and splits. I always tested my limits with the dream of getting to the Olympics. So, as any athlete, I practiced outside of the gym. However, a normal practice would turn out to crush my dream of winning the gold. Outside at my aunt's house, my cousins and I decided to practice what we learned in the class that week. I had diligently watched the older kids master a back handspring so I thought that I could tackle the challenge. All I remember is falling backwards, thinking I had stuck the landing. However, lying on the floor, I realized that my arm appeared abnormal and shooting pains came from all angles. I had broken my arm for the first time.

‘Crash’ the smell of my mum’s homemade peanut chicken curry mixed with textbook ink, wafted through the school locker rooms.

I was standing with hundreds of my peers in an extremely claustrophobic and humid hallway, awaiting to receive my high school diploma. My hands trembled as I slowly walked alongside the podium where my principal quietly congratulated me and handed me my diploma. As I proceeded to my assigned seat, I gawked at the high quality piece of paper that seemed insignificant at the time, but would knowingly open many doors for me in the future. I was nervous. Nervous about walking down a path without a final destination, all alone.

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

In my lifetime, I hope to achieve many things. I want to leave my mark on the world and leave something behind to be remembered by. There are several steps to becoming successful in life and graduating high school is what I am trying to achieve currently. That being said, I want to leave the things I have learned in high school behind to those who may face the same challenges that I have during my own high school experience.

I started my high school career in the fall of 2014 at Euclid High School. It was a humid day. I was scared that my hair was going to be ruined due to the humidity and, ruin my day being that it was my birthday. I wasn’t nervous about being in the high school. I was most excited about getting out of school early and, that I only had four more years of school left. The transition from middle school and high school was pretty easy for me. Seeing as though that my best friend brother’s were already in high school, they would tell us stories about school, and that it isn’t what they show on tv.

My mother kicking me out of the house should have devastated me; instead, something extremely negative turned out to be positive, or a “blessing in disguise”. It all began one late afternoon when I arrived home from high school to unexpectedly find all of my possessions neatly stacked on the front lawn. She was forcing me to leave because she could no longer handle the constant arguments between my overbearing father and me. Homeless without any advance warning, I turned to my boyfriend of six months to help me relocate to my brother’s place. Unfortunately, my younger brother , was only seventeen and shared his apartment with a couple of rowdy roommates who threw wild parties every weekend. Not in the best neighborhood, the tiny run down apartment

High school was a successful journey for me. I thought I would become someone successful by the time I was 23 years of age. I had done everything right and did my home work and never went to parties like most of the other teenagers in school. Then I met a girl and she became pregnant. My dream was to attend a school out of state. After learning of having a child I decided to attend college in state. In the year 2005, I moved to Pueblo, Colorado with my infant daughter and my girlfriend, who was also the mother of my child. I was not only going to college full time but I was also working full time to support my family. While in school, I began to struggle due to the fact I was working full time and helping to take care of my daughter. My grades

The term "life-changing" is often thrown around. Whether is be a new diet, a summer camp, or a mission trip, many things can be considered life-changing depending on who you ask. When I started high school, I had no sense of who I was or what I wanted to do. I was a young freshman who just tried to get by with decent grades and a group of friends, but not much more than that. At that point, there was no path for me to follow, but there was an open field for me to explore. And boy did I explore it.

The clock strikes 3:30 and the bell rings, signaling the end of another school day...setting off the silent timer situated within my head. I ignore the all too familiar sensation and quicken my pace ‒ time has started.

It was October of last year, my first scheduled debate ever. My cool laid back bravado was officially terminated in that moment as my stomach turned. “A kid with nerves of steel was now overwhelmed?”, I asked myself. As I stared at the face of my first debate judge, a great deal of nerves stampeded through my body. There were two debaters to the left of me ready to make their school proud. My body was in complete shock because I had to compete against complete strangers. The judge was also a debate coach from another school. I began to think,“what if the judge shows bias against my team” and “what if the other team has a better speaker than me?”. All of these things took place as I stood in a room about to do what I said I’d never do in my highschool career.

Sitting there listening, waiting and plotting. The judge, above seeing into everybody’s mind. The jurors seem confused and interested. Guest, nervous. The room was quiet and mysterious filled with secrets. She stands up and argues for hours, now the secrets come out. Everybody’s interested yet impatient. The trials over and she win/lose the case.

Second semester was about to start there was only a couple of days left. Roberto was on the edge of either graduating or failing his senior year. Roberto set a goal to himself so when he returns back to school he will work harder, and focus more. He starts to organize the papers he knows are due right when he gets back from winter break. Roberto went to the store to buy school supplies that he needed to have to in order to be prepared for the start of the second semester.

I have many obstacles or challenges that I am currently facing. I am not going to list all of them, because there are very many of them. One of them is passing the eighth grade. I want to accomplish this to move on to high school. I have many ways that I am planning to do this.