Personal Narrative: I Did Not Participate In Activities During High School

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

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.

Recently I got asked the question “ If you could continue any one activity after high school what would you continue to do”. This question really fascinated me because I never really thought about picking only one activity to continue after high school. But after thinking about it for a while I finally decided on Diversity club as the activity I would continue if I could pick only one to continue. I would pick Diversity club because the world is made up of 7 billion people that are all different and Personally, I can’t even begin to fathom what a world where everyone is all the same would look like. Diversity club is a place where different people can all come together to learn about each other's differences. While still finding reasons that

I Am happy to be in 7th grade but also I’m not. I really like summer! I’m scared this year about 7th grade. I am afraid I will not get my book points, and my homework done. This year we have a lot of “new” things to get used to like schedule, teachers, computers, and grades. Last year we never had that many responsibilities. I also like having new responsibilities because it prepares us for high school. My favorite book I have ever read was Because of Winn Dixie it was a really good book! One of my goals this year is to get out of teen biz!

I quickly raised my hand thinking " I know it, I know it." "Yes Thomas", the teacher said. "MAN!!! " Oh I forgot to introduce myself, I'm the girl that always knows the answer, the one who always follows the rules, the teachers pet, better yet, I'm the know - it - all.

Pretty fucking stupid: Was with a few of my friends and we had went to my grade school (this was just before I started high school) to play basket ball and throw a baseball around. I happened to bring along my baseball bat if we wanted to do some pitching practice (as my friend and I were pitchers on rival teams). We hung out for a bit and played around. My one friend was hitting the basketball off of one of the walls with the bat like a tennis racket and it was fine. This was when the idea happened... I picked up the bat after my friend found something else to do and told my other friend (the pitcher) to toss the basket ball at me so I could see how far I could knock it. Turns out I couldn't knock it far as the rebound off the basketball/bat

I was a freshman in high school when I realized I was missing something, and no it wasn’t a boyfriend. Out of all the questions I was asked in high school, “What are you doing after high school?” was asked by a margin wider than Ronald Reagan’s popular vote in the presidential election of 1984. I was asked relentlessly by multiple teachers through out my high school career and I was always at a loss for a reply. I didn’t know what I wanted to be and I wouldn’t figure it out for a long time.

I felt it was very important to be fully involved in my academics and activities in high school. My freshman year I took part in Show Choir, Football Cheer, Basketball Cheer, and finally Softball. My class schedule consisted of accelerated classes like Geometry because I took Algebra I in middle school. I decided to stay a part of only Show Choir and Football Cheer during my sophomore year, while still being challenged in my classes. By my junior year, I was in Football Cheer, HOSA, and Key Club. I took classes such as AP English and Pre-Calculus in order to keep myself challenged. My junior year was when I started taking part in community service at the local middle school

"Things end, but memories last forever." My weekend was sure to prove that. Even though the seniors of 2016 are in readiness to graduate we will most definitely miss these times consumed together. On top of my roof, we sat chattering about what we are going to do after senior year. We discussed about how May 21, 2016, would arrive way before we wanted it to come upon us; once that day comes, we will realize only then that we might never see everyone out of our class again. As we all were articulating about how college will be contrary, how we will study so much more, and how tough it really might be; we promised to never drift apart from the best friends that we are. Finally, two a.m. crept up on us, and we knew it was time to get some

When i was younger, just starting to become a teenager and go to high school, that’s when it all changed.

After high school I wouldn't want to go straight to college if I didn't necessarily have to. I would want to take a year to travel and see the world. Yes it might be better to just go straight to college after high school but who would want to do that when you could travel for a year. I believe after high school you should give yourself a gift and travel take a break from school. Even going to see the world and see different places and cultures, before reality hits you like a truck. Everyone should travel before their to busy with work, school, and or even families at the time. Its good to take time off.

“Hey Katie,” the cute boy at lunch whispered to me while drinking his apple juice, “pass this down.”

My tail swishes back and forth ready to pounce as I watch for her head. It’s my turn to scare her. I turn to my side and cough up a hairball. Now ready I pounce! She lets out a squeak and jumps back. Both Emily and her mom laugh as I jump back down. The game continues, “BOO!” she ducks back. “BOO!” She pops up again; after a few more times of my jumping up and scaring her, she tells something to her mother and she pulls out her phone. The game ended there. Again and again Emily peaked over the couch but I just sat there. Eventually I flop over earning a chuckle from the two of them ; her mother puts the phone away and Emily flops over next to me and pets my head. She grabs the little, blue, crinkly bear that I’ve named Steven and crunches

BEEEEEP! That was the sound of my of my alarm clock telling me that summer is over. Today is my first day of highschool and I’m expected to do great things for the Tiki Island Bullfrogs varsity lacrosse team. I have a height of 6’5 with a 205 lbs frame. My best friends are Tyrone, Manjavian, and Cleedus, and they are going to be on varsity lacrosse with me. I have honestly had a very interesting summer with the whole vampire thing, but it’s been really tough trying to explain to them that I have met a vampire who can drink ink instead of blood.

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