Personal Narrative Essay-High School For The Better

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

My family and I had lived in Oregon for my entire life. We had moved a couple times, but nothing enormous. I was getting to the age where I would have to go to high school soon but my mother did not want me to board, because she did not like it when my brother boarded. So she started looking around for a nice high school with a job opening in the area for her as well as my father, all of this going on without my knowledge of course. One day when I was on my mother's computer I “accidently” found out where my mother was considering we would move to. That was the day I found out we would be moving across the country to Virginia.

I grew up living in st.louis missouri. Growing up in st.louis wasn’t so easy for me. I went to a school called confluence academy walnut park.I lived in a two family apartment one side owned by my grandma and one side that my mother owned. This was until my mother got sick with breast cancer. So sick that the hospital had to bring in a portable hospital bed and move it inside my grandma’s house so my mother could be watched. I wasn’t that old of age at but i realized and learned more than a child my age should have. The house my mother had was watched by me and my brother but most of the time i just stayed at my grandma house to watch them both.

6th grade: Bayushki Baya was really bad I’m not gonna lie, the reason why was because they were off key I couldn’t hear the guys, and they had no pitch I thought.

I live in a suburban town whose families are well-off, each home has hedges trimmed to the needle and the downtown streets are lined with colorful-flags and flowerbeds in the springtime. It is a moderate-sized town but a quiet and simple place to live. Not a lot happens; it is quaintly bustling during the daytime, yet at night not even a car can be spotted parked on main street. The town appears to be an ideal, utopian establishment-- an embodiment of civilization. However, the only high school is bursting at the seams, the students are rowdy, and there is a surplus of rules but apathetic punishment. Troubled kids would wait through a tolerable one hour detention, then go out and reinstate their poor behavior. This evokes many questions about

Whilst walking down the hallway, I recalled the substitute teacher from Ms. Johnson’s Homeroom. Staring at the board I proceeded to enter the classroom, get my folder, and complete the Do Now. Glancing towards the clock I noticed that it was 12:15 and the entire class was getting ready for lunch. As we were walking out of the door the intercom suddenly goes off Beep! This is an intruder drill. I immediately seized the red bag from the closet, handed it to the substitute.

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

It was October of last year, my first scheduled debate ever. My cool laid back bravado was officially terminated in that moment as my stomach turned. “A kid with nerves of steel was now overwhelmed?”, I asked myself. As I stared at the face of my first debate judge, a great deal of nerves stampeded through my body. There were two debaters to the left of me ready to make their school proud. My body was in complete shock because I had to compete against complete strangers. The judge was also a debate coach from another school. I began to think,“what if the judge shows bias against my team” and “what if the other team has a better speaker than me?”. All of these things took place as I stood in a room about to do what I said I’d never do in my highschool career.

Angel Green is a seventeen-year-old girl. Seventeen year olds are usually preoccupied with exams, boyfriends, and how to live through high school. Not Angel. When everyone thinks, Sandy Anderson has taken her own life, it is up to Angel to solve her friend's murder. Her only clues? The dreams she experiences about Sandy's death.

Sitting there listening, waiting and plotting. The judge, above seeing into everybody’s mind. The jurors seem confused and interested. Guest, nervous. The room was quiet and mysterious filled with secrets. She stands up and argues for hours, now the secrets come out. Everybody’s interested yet impatient. The trials over and she win/lose the case.

Everyone gazes up at the sky and thinking soon I will boarding a big, spacious plane with the ability to go anywhere in this huge world. I never thought that I would be one person from my village to fly to the biggest country in the world United States. Lesya from the small village name Ozerna, Ukraine to go somewhere big and new. All of my friends didn't believe me that I could learn a new language in one year or I could go far away and won't want to go back. My first day of seventh grade was also my first day in American school. The first day of the school was very stressful for all students,summer was over, no more hanging with your friends, go on summer vacation. Students don't know what lockers they're going to get, or what classes they'll have. Also, students are really worried about if they are going to have their friends in all their . I was concerned about getting lost, and who to ask for directions. I didn’t know how to approach my teachers, since I only knew a little english. The thing that scared me the most was if I'm going to make friends. I got inside the school, and I thought what I got myself into. Friendship Junior High School was the biggest school that I have ever see. The lockers were blue like a sky.Students were talking to each other, looking over their schedules to make sure they are in the same class.

We all have different kinds of the first day of school experiences, but for every student, I feel that stepping into the first day of school as a freshman would mark as the most memorable day in all high school years. Before the first day of school, I quickly thought that my freshman year would turn into the toughest and saddest year in my experience. My best friend would not attend the same high school with me, which already gives me many conclusions of how sad and hard of a school year it would result. However, maybe things will turn out differently than we think if we just change something about our way of living it.

It’s the end, high school is finally over. It’s finally graduation day, and a wave of emotion hit, and I’ve never been hit with a wave quite this hard, not even at the beach. I’m not the type to get sad, but as I walk around in my long draping gown, my cap the doesn’t quite fit because of my abnormally large head, and my state championship ring I can’t help but be overwhelmed with emotion. Being the guy that I am I ignore it as always and I continue going around to teachers and give them hugs, thanking them for the help they’ve given me. Watching everyone take pictures, crying, talking about their futures, and how “they’ll have to meet up sometime” as if they’re moving to another country when they are just really moving to the next town over. I swore the day before, the week before, even months before I would be sad, and wouldn’t know what to do with myself when today actually comes, but I can’t seem to find the emotions. All of them are on the inside and won’t come out. On the inside I feel sad, and upset and I want to just hug everyone and cry, but I can’t. I don’t have time to think about crying, because of all the chaos going on around me. We only got one practice in ahead of time, just about nobody actually listened to what we are supposed to be doing, so everyone’s doing their own thing. I walk through the halls and realize this is my final last. I’ve had my last soccer game, I’ve attended my last football game and cheered them onto another loss, and now in

This was going to be a good day. I could tell now, even though the day just started.

High school. Where you get over 1000 teenagers together and make them feel as uncomfortable as possible while attempting to prepare them for their futures. Needless to say, some mistakes will be made by each and every one of them. Preparing for the future is scary but it’s something everyone has to do eventually. Of course every high school has that “college readiness” week where they try and scare students into thinking about what college to go to when they’re only 15. It can get pretty stressful, and when stress gets to you, it can make you do weird things. With all of the stress about the future coming at me head first, I had a hard time making the right choices. On top of that, I was only a little sophomore who didn’t have many friends while trying to push my way through this whole “high school” thing. So of course I made stupid choices, but who doesn’t. With all the new and scary things I figured I might as well add Chemistry to that list as well.