High School-Personal Narrative

It was the first month of my high school years, I was as nervous as an incoming freshman could be. I had no idea how long and strenuous my years at Bensalem High School would feel. As many others, I had a hard time adjusting to the transition from middle school to high school. Unlike others, though, I struggled about twenty

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my

In my previous years I hadn’t been as committed to my development as I should’ve, and now wish I had been. I made a vow to myself after that game to get serious. It was time to step up as a leader on the team, and show everyone that I had it in me to be great. I couldn’t suffer another season like the past three: promising signs throughout the entire regular season, but continuous disappointment in the postseason.

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.

Throughout the following weeks, I had several opportunities to reflect on our season. The hard-earned wins, the repetitive losses, the adjustments we made. My senior year wasn’t the dream season I had hoped for, but I realized that from unexpected losses true leaders are born. I honestly hope that I left an impression on the underclassmen: to have determination, to be a leader, and to never quit on yourself or your team. These qualities don’t always lead to wins on the field, but they do lead to success in

It’s always been a goal for me growing up to go to college, but you have to like school to be able to apply yourself completely right? Throughout elementary school and middle school, I hated school mostly because I never had a good relationship with my peers and was bullied growing up this would make me really not like going to school and not like my time there. In result, I never enjoyed school or applied myself as much as I wish I did in my years leading up to high school. When I got into high school is when it all changed My freshman year I went completely out of my comfort zone and tried out for cheerleading and made it. Freshman year through senior year cheer completely changed my relationship with the school and my peers. Freshman and sophomore year I started to involve myself into a lot of community service activities and clubs. I

After sitting at the same desk for three years, I figured I was beyond seeing anything new. I was wrong. After that third year I saw a lot more than I thought I would. I went up to high school and everything was so much different. The grades were harder, the assignments were harder and the teachers were harder.

Through my time growing up in Corona Queens as a kid I had come to realize something, I was beginning to get shorter as time progressed, the odd part was that I was the tallest in my class, standing at 5,10 in the 7th grade I was considered tall for a kid my age, in addition to only being 12 but regardless as I kept on coming home, I only felt as if I'm getting shorter. one day returning from the library and my reading session about the book Nature I was still in shock about what Henry David Thoreau has said about "sucking the marrow of life", and as I was attempting to think of how I can accomplish what he said, I fell and nearly broke my skull. it was then that I realized that what seemed like a footstep to walk into my home was a 10ft fall.

High School has definitely given me many potentials. Transferring from Leuzinger High School to Moreno Valley High School has made me noticed that I’ve learned a lot such as: how to problem solve, how to not give up on myself, and how to accomplish difficult tasks. For example, when I attended Leuzinger High School, I wasn’t open-minded. This is because I didn’t take any useful opportunity for granted such as tutoring or extra credit. Then, when I moved to Moreno Valley High School, I finally took a chance to take any opportunity into consideration because more people influenced me, which made me believe in myself. The first opportunity I took for myself was going to tutoring for honors pre calculus. Because I played sports, I had to balance

School was exactly how I had imagined it to be while I was in grade school. I had the privilege of having recess, early lunch hours, and most importantly, naptime! The day I started sixth grade, my whole world seem as if it flipped upside down. I was no longer at the top of the “food chain”, school was way more stressful, and I had, in fact, found new talents within myself.

The summer of 2012 was the start of the downward spiral into my high school career. This ass hole guy decided to dump me and my dumb ass kept going after him when I know I shouldn’t have so I got hella drunk one night (as a 14 year old) and made this hilarious video with my bff that people hated apparently even though we looked hot. And so we got kicked out of cheer lol. Stupid mrs hatfield even had the vid on her phone like wtf lol. So yeah great start to high school.

He told us there was no question about it. Everything felt like a whirlwind as we made our way up to the stage in front of thousands of people. As I nervously stood on stage, I took the time to look at each of my speech kids, sitting there celebrating their success. This was definitely a team accomplishment. I thought about the 104 students who participated in sixteen groups this year and all of the students who have touched my heart in previous years. I also thought of my time serving as an assistant coach to an amazing head coach, Joel Stauffer. I smiled as I thought about all the times Todd McDonald made me laugh aloud during practices this year. I reminisced about my time working with an awesome coach, Tracy Jacobsma. I realized how blessed I am to have the opportunity to work with such wonderful students, parents, teachers, and

At twelve-years-old, starting Junior High was struggle for me. It wasn’t because anyone was bullying me or because my friends left me and I was surrounded with drama, it was actually personal inflictions. Junior High was stressful, the natural fear of not being accepted at me, a few months before my dear friend Ruby moved from Clovis to San Francisco. It was all just a lot, and in sixth grade I felt a little… betrayed by my long time guy friend. It hurt to know we’d never be friends again, no matter how hard I wanted to start over. That, and just being a normal teenage girl, I was often feeling misunderstood and under deep pressure from my family. It was a very depressing few years and there were even times when I became jealous and hateful and I

As I respectively shook hands with the other team, I could taste the warm salty tears in my mouth. My head hung low and the lump in my throat felt like it was going to come out of my mouth. I was aching of defeat. I always thought losing the first year would be hard but failing a second time seemed unbearable. I know in life I will face bigger failures, but I am confident that I can overcome losing in a softball game, I will work harder than ever before. Sometimes you’re going to get knocked down, but you learn to get back up--that is

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this