Personal Narrative: My Family Trip To Tampa High School

WOW! We were zipping through the darkness, on the fastest roller coaster in Disneyland,THE MOUNTAIN OF DOOM, at first ,I was terrified (No really I was going to jump of my pants)to go on the ride some guy got his hands cut off[like omg], and for a long time I was terrified. Now, I was on the most fantastic ride in Disney. Finally ,I can brag to my friends. After, I got off me and my mom got some corn dogs and Ice cream,and it was so cold and Delishis, butt out know where one of the seagulls got my Ice cream I was so mad I tried to catch the bird and then BAM it flew away.

My mother’s irate words echoed deep in my heart for years as I tried to understand the simple words she would constantly repeat to me, “When will you ever change?” As a child, I was well known for being that foolish kid who would be put in the back of the class with his seat facing the wall. Eyes facing a blank white wall, fingernails tapping the desk, head down, and the smell of exasperation in the air. I was the type of boy who would sprint through the hallways cackling, furthermore resulting in repeatedly get scowled at by teachers for my obscene and inordinate behavior. In hindsight, I realized Freshman year after pulling the fire alarm that my behavior needed to have a parameter and come to a complete termination. Consequently, I spent the entire Summer in my room contemplating my life and my decisions.

When I was 3 years old, just 19 months after my sister was born, we went on a trip to Florida. We had to wake up at about 3:00 a.m. ,because it takes us an hour to get are luggage in the truck and to get everyone up and dressed. Our truck was a black Suburban. It took an hour and a half to get the airport, an hour or two to get our 3 bags of luggage on the plane,to get breakfast,to get coffee for my Mom, Dad, Nana Pat, and, Papa Daryl. Finally, we got a security check for all of us.

Prompt: Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.

Coming to Citrus Hill High school was a big transition for me within itself. I originally transferred from rancho verde to get away from the trouble and focus more on the things that were important to me, like my school work and baseball. I had heard from the people around that there was a good program there play baseball there. When I came I thought my year would be good new start, new school, new surroundings nothing could go wrong.. Shouldn’t have said that. When i got there my anger issues have gotten in the way and has held me back from achieving many of the goals i set for myself before the school year began. For example, starting off good in all my classes keeping my grades up and making the baseball team. I’ve had previous conversations

Clear Lake High School, I read that from my window car, the dance class is waiting for me. I roll my eyes, yes, it is those days when the only thing that you would lean at the pillow and look at the wall thinking and how your future is going. I heard my mom's music, halleluiah, my mom has goods likes at the music. I stared to mutter the lyrics when it came to my mind. "I find a new reason for me, to changes who I used to be". Finally, the red-light changes to green and my mom left me at the mean door of the place that is close to the martyrdom. I stared to walk across the hallways. Looking at al the trophies that my school has. I had to admit how cool my school is.

My first trip to Disney World, now that, that was a memorable trip. That trip was one of the most magical and happiest memories of my life. It was back in 2008, I had just turned 6 years old a few months before we left to go there. It was summertime, and the weather was perfect. I remember being so bored on the way there because I am an only child so I didn’t have anyone to entertain me besides myself. My mom’s side of the family went on this trip with us, and at the time I was the only grandkid, and the only kid at all. So once we finally were almost there I remember passing the big ‘Welcome to Disney World” sign and being so excited I peed my pants--my mom was pretty mad, but my dad thought it was kinda funny so I didn’t get in too much trouble.

For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.

Before I attended Hudson’s Bay High School I was part homeschooled, this meant I only went to school 3 times a week. However, I’m thankful I switched to being a full-time student at Bay because it introduced me to “the real world”. The public-school life was a unique experience for me since it introduced new friends and opportunities that were not available at my old homeschool. I was able to join four different sports, attend Cascadia Technical Academy, engage in student leadership programs like NHS and SALT, and finish my high school credits with Running Start. Participation in these activities has better prepared me for my future of shaping me to become an engaged and experienced adult, and with the aid of this scholarship I can complete

Hi Algina, I'm Carol and I also went to Ocoee high school but I graduated last year. I think it's really good that you decided to take dual enrollment because you'll be able to get your college credits faster. Even though you haven't chosen a major I think that you should try to volunteer or learn more about things that interest you, so that it will be easier for you to choose a major. Just like you I also enjoy cooking, but mainly desserts and also listening to music. For your two truths and a lie it's kind of hard guessing which one it is because you didn't give any clues on your post, but I'm gonna go with the second one that says you have lived in Florida all your life, because some people move to Florida after some time living somewhere

The sun rising and birds chirping, a fresh a breath air consumed my lungs. It was the start of my junior year at Coral Park Sr. High, and I was ready to enjoy my year with old friends and maybe have a girlfriend. As I pass through classmate and teachers outside the classroom; going up the main stairs in the back of the school entrance, I was interrupted by a wonderful fruity smell. As I turned to see what aroma lured me, suddenly I bumped my head and fell off the stairs. Once I realize what happen, I quickly ran up to the girl and held her hand; her hair was covering her face at that time so I didn’t pay so much attention. Ring! Ring! Ring! The bell rung and I was late. I apologize to her and told her that I would invite

I go to Mobridge-Pollock Middle School. We have a big lunch room with huge long tables going north to south. The tables have black chairs going on both sides. I will explain the west half of the room. You get your food on the east half then you sit down at your your table. The 8th graders eat with the 6th graders that sit on the east side, we sit on the west side and take up three tables. Usalley the boys and girls sit apart at two diffrent tables. So, when you are sitting down and facing west, the bathrooms and the water fountian are on the left side. On the rigth side their is a hallway leaving the room and the ala carte. Strait ahaid their are the gyms doors on both sides. Directly ahaid their is awards cabinate full of sport

I was seven years old and it was in the middle of the summer and I almost got run over by a car. The day was going really good just like any other summer day; I got up, got dressed, ate breakfast, and went outside to play. For breakfast that day we had pancakes that tasted like they were made by angels. Before Chris and I went outside our mom yelled, “Be back by lunch or I’m going to send your dad out there to get you!”

“You sound like a white boy! Why do you talk like that?” said one kid. “You sound like a gay boy! Why do you sound like a girl!” another one said. “Haha, aren’t you gay or something?” mocked another. Those words from my fellow classmates ripped through my ears. The echoes of their unruly and harsh words were always screeched on the playground. I was only in the third grade when I started getting teased and bullied for my voice, my weight, the way I spoke and the things I loved. My greatest challenge I’ve ever had to overcome was accepting myself and learning to love who I am.

For as long as I can remember, I have loved helping people, and my career at Osceola High School has helped me pursue this passion of mine. From Student Council and National Honors Society, to working as a teacher's aide, to volunteering at PeeWee Basketball, I have found that there is nothing I would rather do than help others.