Personal Narrative: A Career In Post-Secondary After High School

It was May 25, 2018 at 7:47 in a steaming hot gymnasium when the name Anthony Joseph Sansalone was getting called from the loud speaker, the sixth to last person to receive their diploma I begun shaking the hands of all the board members and everything that I had known from the last 13 years at the same school was over and a new chapter of my life was stating to begin. A few seconds after receiving my diploma the Class President guided us to changing of our tassels from right to left then commencement was over and I was walking out with my future roommate at BGSU, Vincent Zhang, we looked at each other knowing that our high school career was descending and our college careers were lifting off together. High school was tuff for me due to the fact that I have know what I wanted to do since I was a freshman, I want to become an animator and work for an Academy Award winning company such as

As a junior in Early College I would more or less consider this my second year, as I have been taking college classes for three years now. However, I can still identify an issue I am facing with my courses. As I am trying to graduate a five year program in only four years, I have taken on a lot of responsibility as a 16 year old. I am currently taking 6 courses this semester, and I will have to take five courses every other semester to graduate on time. As I thought this would be a busy course load for me, I ended up quitting my job because they could not comply with the hours I requested due to school. I completely regret this, as I now have to work at a job that I am not making much money at and I have even had to take on some side jobs just to be able to pay my insurance on time. Sometimes, people make decisions that they think will better them and make life easier, but they make these decisions without careful consideration and at least trying the circumstance before changing everything.

It all started on the third day of sixth grade, I was assigned a new seat next to the new girl, her name was Izzy. We were both really quiet and shy so we didn’t talk to each other. The only time we ever talked was to ask for a pencil, piece of paper, or for partner work. We noticed that we have the exact same schedule except for one class. We started talking more and we started to invite each other to sit by each other at lunch. After the first part of school, we started to be good friends, but we didn’t talk or hang out that much outside of school except for on text meassage.

Once I hit fourth grade, school from then on all the way to my very last day of senior year in high school was a very difficult journey. Not only was I difficult for me but also I had made life for my parents very difficult. In school I was always more concerned with girls and my year round swim team. I was one of those student who would never do their homework, however I would get A’s on the majority of my quizzes and test. Once I graduated high school I felt like a huge weight had been lifted off my shoulders. I felt like a free man. I felt like I was going to finally be in full control of my path. Once I graduated high school, I felt confident and empowered to decide what next step I wanted to take in my education. My parent were just relieved that I had graduate and were thankful that I was even entertaining the idea of going to college. I kissed a full ride swimming scholarship out the window because I couldn’t commit myself to my grades. Even though I was a nationally ranked swimmer, I essential had no future in swimming without getting into an elite college known for swimming. These ramifications taught me to take the next step more seriously, which ultimately are the main reason why I try my best to get good grades in college. If someone would have told me that I would make the Dean’s list in college when I was in high school, I would of laughed at them. The choices I made in the past and feeling the ultimate freedom has influenced me to take a different direction in my education.

I daydream as our troop leader discusses the day’s events. Why am I here? The poignant smell of cheese puffs and unwashed scout uniforms ousted any thought of continuing my career as a cub scout. But there I sat: tiny, cross-legged, and curious. I tune back in to our leader’s speech at the exact moment he began to explain the races; “two cars at a time, first to hit the block at the end wins.” Excitement filled my body. Orefield’s pinewood derby was underway. I could barely contain myself. With my little yellow car in hand, visions of victory entered my mind. I imagined the seven ounce vehicle speeding down the track leaving a trail of flames behind. Not even the enormous line of competitor cubs eased my excitement. Ten minutes pass.

Throughout my high school career, I chose the recommended path. I followed the requirements and chose my courses based on the advice of my counselors and my older classmates: use high school as a period of exploration and growth. Whenever possible, I took classes that I knew I would enjoy; Digital Graphics, Sociology, World Religions, and French. Senior year, I chose to take Accounting and Statistics because of my interest in business (sparked by Business Principles and Ownership) and probability. In taking these classes, I hoped to explore potential career and major paths. Additionally, I chose to take classes that would expand my knowledge by stretching me to my limits. These classes included Calculus, AP Human Geography, American Literature,

I vividly remember my first day as a first year teacher. I was the youngest teacher in the hallway full of high school students, who overlooked me, and teachers who thought I was a student. It was a year of growth, frustration and thoughts that lead me to pursue a career in nursing.

It was just an after school job, or so I thought. I only wanted some extra spending money for the weekend, but what I received was something money cannot buy. This past fall, I started working at a recreational softball league, coaching kids on how to hit and the simple rules of the game. As well as occasionally umpiring the girls weekend games. Nothing of enormous importance, anyone can load balls onto a tee and learn how to swing a bat. I would show up Monday evenings for two hours and teach roughly fifty kids how to properly hit a ball, and given the fact that I played competitive softball my entire life, it was right up my ally. However, I did not yet realize how much this job would mean to me.

They started teaching us in middle school that we don’t ever get it easy after this. When they said we didn’t get it easy, I thought that just meant the classes weren’t easy in high school or in college. No. They meant life is not easy after this, they meant it was time for us to put our big kid pants on and grow up. Beginning my high school career is when I finally realized that life is not just handed to me, that I have to work to get where I want to be.

My goal after high school is to go college for 4 years and take all the class that requires for my career, bank service. I want this job to be my career because it’s an indoor job, and it has to do with helping people organizing their finances, and not only because it’s an indoor job but also because it’s kind of a challenging job.

Gerald had leaned forward and rested his elbows on the table as he’d finished his appraisal, and kept his gaze locked on the actress, keen to see if his words, deliberately constructed to appeal to her ego and self awareness had any effect. His lips curled up slightly at the corners, in what could be taken either as a smile, or an expression of curiosity, and he nodded as she shifted on the sofa, and began to speak, his own gaze never leaving her face, and attemptiedto gauge as much as he could from her expression as the words she spoke.

I have always been a good student, always getting good grades and never really getting in trouble at school. My parents always told my brother and I that we are completely different in a lot of ways when I was younger. Now, I am 13 years old andIam just your average, awkward, introverted band kid you would expect. I am just sitting in my room on my bed with my desk right next to me, my closet right next to that, and my door at the end of my bed. Lately, my parents had been bugging my brother to turn things in and try a little harder in class because, apparently, he wasn’t doing so well. It was a cold winter evening; it was so cold it felt like -1000 degrees outside. Ihave a Michigan State sweatshirt on with my blue comforter over my criss-crossed

As a senior in high school there was many things I was excited about the top choices were graduating, and starting college. Fast forward past my graduation and to the first day of college I soon began to realize I made a mistake, I let others talk me into joining a school that was never for me. A school I just didn’t fit in or feel comfortable attending, I pushed through the classes often times feeling depressed, and on the verge of a break down, but I did not want to give up. I wanted to succeed, and the only way I could do that was by getting a degree, as time continued on I became more depressed making it feel impossible to get out of bed. The thought of waking up early leaving bed to catch a city bus to a school where I did not feel welcome became so overwhelming, but I still forced myself to get up and tried.

I work for Westwood College, in-fact I started working for Westwood when I was 22

I always had my heart set on teaching third grade. I previously worked at the YMCA for the before and after school program when I was attending community college. I worked with middle school children, and I loved it. Prior to this, I had been contemplating studying international business and Japanese. However, these kids impacted my life. As a result, I decided to pursue a career in education. After finishing community college, I traveled to China, Thailand, and Japan. In Japan I had the opportunity to help at a language school there. This experience bolstered my newly acquired goal to become a teacher, and I decided to focus on improving my ability to teach English. After obtaining my degree in teaching English as a second language, I wanted