Write A Narrative Essay About Moving Away From High School

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

My heart leapt in my throat- I did my best to try and regulate my breathing so I wouldn’t give away my position with massive, choking gulps of air. Closing my eyes, I tried to re-collect blissful memories, ones that were far away from this state of affairs. I couldn’t calm down; this was so bad- what was I going to do? His steps were getting closer; they were getting louder. I panicked, I panicked.

was lost for words, the creature creeping closer by the second. My mouth was gaped open like a fish, the animal directly above me, so close that I could hear the humming breaths of the animal.

When I arrived in the office, the principal was red in the face, her lips in a rigid line, and my parents were on the verge of

The day she was set to leave Atlanta was so much fun she felt as if it was a vacation having days of not doing anything but running. On the bus and hours of driving feel so long sleeping most of the way, once everyone arrived to the rooms, off to sleep for the whole team pre limes tomorrow. Early the next morning as everybody was getting ready for their race; she got nervous feeling butterflies in her stomach, not knowing what to really expect today while consequently the race. Once we got to the track, everything that was a thought changed, she didn’t know what was going to happen now when starting the 300 hurdles race.

As the sun’s nutritious rays fuel my body; sweat races down my back and accumulates into the threads of my cotton t-shirt. I peer over my neighborhood park fence and gaze over the spacious scenery. The track field was well in shape, free of small debris and ready for a test run and light jump activities in the sand-pit. Soon enough the high temperature fills my head, leaving me in a state of allusion. Images of my friends and I sporadically unfold in front of me and unto the track; as if being placed in a desert mirage. I feel a sense of peace and eagerness surge through my body, while the images continue to appear. Then, a whisper comes into the mix saying some sort of gibberish. Stepping a bit more cautiously then I regularly would I walked

As the sun’s nutritious rays fuel my body; sweat races down my back and accumulates into the threads of my cotton t-shirt. I peer over my neighborhood park fence and gaze over the spacious scenery. The track field was well in shape, free of small debris and ready for a test run and light jump activities in the sand-pit. Soon enough the high temperature fills my head, leaving me in a state of allusion. Images of my friends and I sporadically unfold in front of me and unto the track; as if being placed in a desert mirage. I feel a sense of peace and eagerness surge through my body, while the images continue to appear. Then, a whisper comes into the mix saying some sort of gibberish. Stepping a bit more cautiously then I regularly would I walked

I shuddered and momentarily shut my eyes tightly. Thereafter, I looked up and the small bird was lost like a teardrop in a field of snow. "It is such a cruel world", I thought to myself. Abruptly, out of nowhere, the small bird reappeared from the crevice, puffed out her chest and made strong eye contact with the falcon's fearsome black beady eyes. The much superior falcon could only retreat and flew slowly into the distance as a big relieving sigh escaped my body. Cool soothing raindrops started falling on my face so I swiftly darted/scuttle/hastened

To all the high school seniors about to graduate, I first want to start off by saying you should be proud of yourself. There are plenty of people who never get to graduate from high school so don't take it lightly. Not only did you suffer through years of countless tests and pointless homework, but you also made it through the bullies, the breakups, and the endless drama. Don’t pretend it wasn’t a battlefield out there. If there’s one thing that I learned, it is that endings never work out the way you want them to—that they’re terrible, and this one is no different. Closing circles, shutting doors, finishing the last chapter of a good book or the last afternoon of summer. Endings are like flat tires and wet pairs

I sat up as my eyes started to fill with tears. I clenched my arm trying to forget the pain I was currently feeling. I was trying to catch my breath but my heart felt like it was pounding one million beats per second. The grass was drowning in the water rushing from my eyes. All I could think of was pain.

The beast flew overhead, its wings making a shadow on the ground at least eight yards wide. Suddenly, it began to descend. The ground trembled as it landed before me.

My principal had just announced to a lab filled with high school students that it was my birthday. After leading them in a boisterous rendition of the Happy Birthday song, one of my students called me over. I knew the inevitable question was right around the corner, but I didn’t realize how quickly it would come. “How old are you, Mrs. Smith?” the teenage girl asked. I really hadn’t had time to think about how I would answer that question so I did what any good teacher would do. I told her the truth. The expression on her face was priceless.

I’ve appealing because I have a completion rate that is less than 67 percent. I had previously withdrawn from the spring 2017 semester on the recent living accommodations that was one of the reason. The stress from moving three different times because of financial reasoning was not only stressful, but daunting to manage. Moving in a span of six months was causing a strain to my education, but my personal life. I would have never thought that this action would be my reason for withdrawing for the semester. Stress was the main concern of not being able to complete the semester with the highest regard and the reason to withdraw for any more damage to my GPA. This move was not at all plan since it happen so suddenly in such as short process.

Just then, a shrill wind blew past us, raising the hairs on my arms. I tightened my grip on the flashlight. My heart began to hammer in my chest. Something felt different now. We were walking out further than last time. The flames should’ve come by now. I was starting to feel the familiar sinking feeling. What if we were walking into a trap? And it was my fault having forced Gemma. In the distance, I suddenly caught a glimpse of a faint blue light.

“Let's get out of here.” Hairy sprinted and pushed one of them, knocking one of them back. Hairy and Thomas started running. The crazed shrill of their chasers broke even louder from behind. He sprinted. Hairy sharply turned left. Then right. Then left. Screams and groans slowly faded, but he couldn't stop to rest now. Hairy tripped over a hole in the ground and fell forward on his nose. He quickly got to his feet, back to full speed. Persevere filled him. He could not let those disturbing monsters come gnash them and rip them into sherds. After another turn, he stopped completely at a dead end, resting on the wall and catching his breath.