Personal Narrative: A Change In Highschool

My dad picked me up from school that day. I felt really uncomfortable trying to ask if he had heard anything about my mom. He felt really uneasy and I knew something was up. I just thought that mom was hurt and he was trying not to alarm me. Once we got home he told me to “Sit down. I have important news to tell you.” I responded “Why do I have to sit down.” “Just do as I say” He said. I sat down pretty confused. “ Your mother is dead son. I knew how much you loved her and she meant to you.”He said. When I processed what he said my entire world came crashing

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

The funeral started and I didn't cry at the beginning. I sat over in the corner and listened to great stories about my uncle, he really was a good man. As I sat there, I kept going over in my head how many times I had seen him, and it wasn't that many times, he lived close, why didn't I go see him more often, I started regretting everything. Right when I finished thinking about how I'm a bad person, and should have seen him more, they started calling up rows to say one more goodbye. I was proud of myself, I was trying to be strong for my mom and sister, I didn't want to cry. My sister and I walked up together. We were 3rd in line, we were getting closer and closer, I felt it, the feeling you get. I started to choke up, I coughed a little bit. By the time we were 2nd in line, I had totally lost it, forget being strong, I wanted to get down on my knees and just apologize for everything, I know it wasn't, but it felt like it was my fault, everything. We said our goodbyes and walked away, we were family so we got a back private room, I went in there and started bawling. Someone else from my family walked in, I don't even remember who it was, all I know is I needed someone to cry on. They walked over and gave me a hug, I cried for about 5 minutes, and then pulled myself together. I kept on thinking about everything,

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.

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.

The switch from middle school to high school is very difficult for many people. Once it is about one month before the school year begins, most have unfeigned emotions of nervousness and exhilaration because they have no idea what to expect. I am familiar with these emotions because at that time, I could rarely find complete repose and stop thinking about it. What many ponder, before they embark on the long journey through high school, is whether they will make new friends or not. Friends will be made, but diffident people, from my experiences, have had the hardest time because they are more reserved and quiet. Ones who have indomitable courage are not as afraid to approach others, introduce themselves, and find things in common. Additionally, many worry about the difficulty of their classes and what each teacher will be like. Most students hope hope their teachers will be altruistic and be the type of person to always offer help and advice. However, other students enjoy being challenged by having to handle all situations on their own.

As the hallways emptied, the three girls gathered into Desiree’s blue saturn car. Ironically, though her car was beat up, she had managed to dress in only the best and most expensive clothes items. Many were skeptical of her work ethics, and the fact that her bag cost more than her car, but her friends were not. She had always been brutally honest so her friends never questioned why she would never wear the same outfit twice.

I lived in Sterling, Illinois, in a decent sized house outside city limits. I never actually attended middle school, as I was home-schooled for sixth, seventh, and eighth grades. During home-school, I got to spend all of my day dealing with my siblings (which is worse than it sounds). If it wasn't my siblings, it was my dad, who I don't really talk to as is. Nothing is the matter between us, I just don't talk much. Most of my time not in school or dealing with my family was spent in video games or exploring a nearby forest. There wasn't much between those two, as I only had two friends I talked to. I worried for the longest time that I would go my middle school AND high school years with only those two friends. I wasn't one that could be described

It was a bright sunny day and I was ready to play. I was on the playground at recess. It was in April. I was on the monkey bars when my friend told me to jump down and she would catch me. My 3rd grade self thought it was a good idea and jumped. When i jumped from the bar, she moved. I slammed into the ground. I learned from this experience that you can’t trust everybody, not even your closest friends. No matter how much you know a person, you never know when they could change just in a second. Even if she moved because she was scared, or she wanted me to hit the ground, it doesn’t matter. Through it all I learned that you can’t give your just to everybody.

Throughout my four years of high school I have been apart of many school activities. I have been apart of basketball for one year, volleyball for two years, and tennis for four years. I have also been apart of spanish club for two years. During freshman and sophomore year I fundraised by selling butter braids and cookie dough to many of the members in my community. I also put many hours into working the concessions during the basketball and football games. During the summer I worked at the concessions at the pool. I also helped Mrs. Lonner paint the Concessions stand. After two years I had finally raised enough money to go on trip to Costa Rica with a few of my classmates. During homecoming I'm also apart of all the activities. I have dressed

Immediately after Thanksgiving break was a time that everybody dreaded the most: finals month. These were the last three weeks of the semester that were known as probably the most chaotic during the school year. When I was a freshman in high school, I didn’t stress much about it because in middle school, finals were much easier and a collective effort. We took almost all of our finals in April and we studied for all of them in all different classes. “Let’s work on some science,” my math teacher would say. It also wasn’t uncommon to hear my reading teacher say,” I’ll find some Algebra problems for us to work out.” This served as a great help during this time. Although, this would all change in high school.

The first day wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be, but it wasn’t great either. I got lost so many times and the only thing more embarrassing than being lost in the hallway is asking someone for directions, which I had to do twice. I only had one class with my friends, but all three of us were in there. And Samantha Kline was in my second period social studies class. We had started hanging out during school for the last month of eighth grade, and I didn’t have her number, but we liked each other. I don’t know about liking each other. I liked her but I didn’t know if she liked me. She was cool. Popular but quiet. And very pretty. She had played basketball in middle school and had practiced with the high school soccer team for the second half

A life lesson that I have learned over the course of my high school years, is you need to choose wisely which crowd of people to hang around. I’ve learned that not everyone is your friend, even if they tell you they are. There are people out there who will claim to be your friend, and will stab you in the back when you least expect it.

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