Write A Narrative Essay About Moving Away From High School

I, therefore, a student at Anaheim High School in Anaheim , California , present these facts to the rest of the country and the world. We now declare that every teen in the United States are to be free and independent as well as having the same freedom and power as adults do. We are now to be treated equal , not anything less. By this we mean , we can no longer be told what to do or when to do it. For the moral support of our declaration , we pledge our lives , and all that we

For centuries, teenagers have fought with their parents over the amount of freedom they should have. Parents always fight to reel in their child’s freedom, while teens argue that they need more privileges. While parents certainly have an argument in protecting their kids from the big, scary world, ultimately teenagers need to be exposed to the dangers of everyday life in order to prepare them for entering it on their own. If they have no real-life experience, they cannot be expected to handle it well when they leave their parents’ houses. In order to teach kids responsibility and life skills, kids should be allowed freedom to work and be out on their own, but have certain restrictions on a case-to-case basis in terms of curfews and household obligations.

I dropped out of high school my senior year. If you asked me what was going through my mind at the time I would have answered with a sarcastic response along the lines of, “I don’t plan to be alive past 25 anyway.” Here I am, at 28, alive and well. Looking backwards through time, I can easily pinpoint what moments and decisions in my life have become cemented as pivotal in my development. Dropping out of high school was one of those moments. I spent the entire senior year wasting time, and when it got towards May, I realized I had no chance of passing. I dropped out and did what you would imagine any high school drop out would do, I partied a lot. It set me down a path that I would later call my personal “Dark ages.” It was here that I found out that life is nothing like the movies and my career in high school did little to prepare to for this world. I earned my GED and would work jobs I wasn’t proud of just to make some cash. I wasn’t great at everything, but I discovered a passion of mine. I was accepted as a shift manager at a pop-up Toys R’ Us, and I was good at selling. I’d learn everything about every item in our store so I could answer any question at any moment. The key to a good sale, was investing, and investing into the person you are dealing with. If you are interested in the person, then you aren’t just handing off a product, but you are taking care of their need. I could outsell anyone in the store, on any occasion. So much so they kept me on past seasonal work

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.

Looking back at my high school years I would say it was not easy. I was not the person I am today, I was careless and dull. I wasn't concerned about my standards or entity. The start of high school is the most critical year that will set your GPA for the future. Raising your GPA will not be an easy thing to do. As for me I had started out with a moderate GPA, but throughout the rest of my high school years I had to work very hard to bring it back up.

\Mostly, the world went by so, so slowly. It took everyone ages to get even a simple sentence out. They all walked like they had nowhere they could need to be, and every time they ate it was a whole big production. Then they all conked out for eight hours a night-- just had to check out and bid the world a fond farewell. Peter found it much more efficient to take quick naps throughout the day, mostly between people saying "um" and the eternity until the next word. This left him free for a bit of late night sight-seeing. Something about the dark made people believe no one else could possibly be watching.

Walking to the principal's office. Hands sweating, really nervous. I open the door. The door slowly creaked open and I walk in the sweet smell of flowers hits me and I sit down. Different thoughts raced through my mind. What was going to happen? Was I going to get in trouble?

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.

The years of 2017 and 2018 have been incredible, but emotionally draining, and I feel like a summer break will do me some good. Some of the things that happened in 2017 were: meeting Dylan, grieving over the death of my nana, starting my last year of high school, and going to the city of light with my mom. In 2018 I experienced becoming an adult at the age of eighteen, helping my boyfriend move from house to hotel multiple times, and the best of all, graduation. It’s been a rough school year, but I honestly would not change anything because all of this happened and made me the woman I am today. It took me a while to decide on the things I wanted to carry and the things I wanted to leave behind and I have made that decision.

*BANG* I smirked as I flipped the guard onto the mat punching him as he went down. He was not as bad of an opponent as I expected when he challenged me this morning, but in the end I ended up winning. As always. I sighed as I watched him lay there out of breath, I just wanted something harder, something that would get my parents’ attention once and for all.

Before we danced you'd fold your fingers into a gun, point it at my face, and say "blam." Embarrassment seeped like split garbage bag juice when the school forced nine year-olds to pair up and dance. Your sweaty hands, slippery guns would clutch my cold ones while we tapped across the gym floor. Every morning you'd point your nervous gun at my grim fish face, smiling. We found ourselves in the same gym

The cold burns my lungs in the way that cold air does. It creeps into my chest and makes each breath painful, the same way the smoke did when it all happened.

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

From a young age, I loved singing and performing and I had it in my mind that I was going to be a famous singer. Eventually, however, that dream changed into something different.

The last bell rang, and all the kids at Southport County High School bombarded the door of the classroom. It was Friday and all the kids attempted to jam through the door at once. Jane, who sat at the back of the class, waited quietly for her peers to leave. When all the kids clogging the door had left, she rose from her desk, told her language teacher, Mrs. Phyllis, “Goodbye,” and sauntered into a stream of shouting kids.