Personal Narrative: A Day At St. Xavier High School

The first thing on the agenda of my visit was my official tour of the school. As I walked around the main campus I began to picture myself as part of the pack. With each new building I saw, the more I fell in love with the school. Everything from the glowing red-bricked education buildings to the exquisite student building, Talley Student Union. After I had walked the magnificent campus, it was time for my meeting with the head coach, Bryan Bunn. I had never met Coach Bunn or even talked to him, only email. When I stepped into his office with my mom every one of my senses was heightened. I could hear my heart beating out of my chest. I could hear every pipe that had water running through

Eisenhower High School has shaped me into the women that I am today. At first, the transfer from private to public middle school was difficult. I did not know what to expect from public schooling. Immediately, I was met with friendly faces and extraordinary teachers. When the time came for me to decide if I would attend a private high school or Eisenhower High School I didn’t hesitate on my decision. Since my first day walking through the newly renovated Eisenhower halls, I knew I had found my home for the next four years.

I was riding the school bus back to the closest stop to my house, Trail Wind Elementary School. It was quite a large elementary school, a beige color, with a sharp maroon outline. Then again, everything in Boise was large, from the mountains to the sky. Even though Trail Wind was closer, this bus was returning from Collister Elementary, 45 minutes across the city. It was a small school, but a very good one, one of the three schools in the nation with an advanced curriculum program. Since it was small, almost all of my friends rode the same bus, so I could always count on an interesting bus ride. Today was no exception. But it definitely wasn’t going to be a normal day.

Two years ago after Eric Garner was killed and Darren Wilson was acquitted the sounds of protest filled New York City. Union Square, the unofficial protest capital, was boisterous with the outcries of angry people feeling the pains of injustice. I was moved by the compassion of the masses and looked quickly to my school, Xavier High School. The beautiful Jesuit school on 16th Street was just a block from the protests and in my mind apt to participate in the work of justice that was to ensue. I was a sophomore, so I was about two years into the AMDG’s and the seemingly incessant reminders of a “faith in action” and being “men for others”. But in the face of slaughter, Xavier was silent and she became indifferent to racism and in doing so she

A true masterpiece of a bong, the likes of which I had never seen before, stood on the floor, surrounded by, Austin and Greg, two of my other friends. Charlie and I took our places around it.

I arrived in the school gym and noticed the abundance of people and noise. Then I noticed my friends. Elliot was on the other side of the gym floor and, Maggie and Nick close to where I was standing. We talked about how we would would like our teachers to be. I made my way to my first class. Math with Mrs. Aldridge, up the stairs, to the left and a few doors down. Mrs. Aldridge was a typical homeroom teacher, very nice and proactive. Her room was not as full of color than I was used to but it was typical.

I thought I knew everything about high school then I met Da’kevus Arceneaux. Well it was 7 o'clock in Ms. Phyllis’s English 1 first hour when De’kevus Arceneaux smoothly cruised into the classroom with a smile from ear to ear. De’kevus discussed with me how high school changed him and helped him grow and he answered with a bright smile and clear answers. Speaking with De’kevus, I learned more about the high school experience, coming of age and making future plans.

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

 “Thank you sir,” I said as I walked in the auditorium. Similar to everything else in the school the auditorium was small, and smelled like cow manure from the farmer’s kid’s boots. Hamilton Community

The school gave me an insight into the sights, sounds, and smells of an urban, middle-class community. The principal’s assistant guided me to an empty classroom, where I met

Today’s experience at my site-base was much different than on Monday. I came at the very beginning of the school day, so that I could observe the procedures that Mrs. Wright uses when the students arrive to school. Furthermore, I was able to participate more frequently during this observation than the previous one, which I appreciated because I was able to get to know the students better.

Explanation1: My Upper School friend, Daniel Zhao, telling me about this school changed my whole life. On a special particular day, I shadowed someone and after, I knew that I was part of something special.

Good afternoon parents, administration, staff and students. I am deeply humbled and honoured to be up here on this beautiful day of celebration.

Upon arrival on campus, I had no time to spare as I pulled into the student parking lot. I got out of my car and went straight to class. I took a seat, making sure I kept my dress down enough. I watched as Mason came into class and he sat next to me.

Early on a frigid Sunday morning in Boston, I prepared myself for the long haul to the much-anticipated Phillips Exeter Academy. “Top boarding school in the country,” now that's something to be proud of. Especially since the word “top”, was never something I labeled myself. The sun was now beaming down on me as I found my way to the science building for registration. This was quite easy to find since there was giant lettering on it which said “Science,” and it was the only building that wasn’t colored red, white, and made of brick. As I checked in and got my room key and ID card I made my way to my dorm to unpack. Less than an hour had passed and it was time to say bye to my parents for the next five weeks. The would have turned out to be the most amazing five weeks of my life for that matter.