Personal Narrative: Junior At Smithville High School

3 years ago I was a green belt in taekwondo. I liked taking taekwondo lessons and my goal in taekwondo was to reach a black belt. But my mini story is about when I was a green belt at a tournament at the Northglenn High School gym. Tournament day was a really fun day because all the taekwondo schools in the district got together to spar, and show what we learned to the other schools. The sparring was my favorite part of the tournament, I was not the best at sparring because I wasn’t aggressive enough as the other teachers told me constantly. But today I was doing really good in the sparring tournament and was beating all the opponents that I faced. I was getting really excited because if I kept doing really good I might get to the finals and win

Change, for me has always been quite a scary and difficult concept. I want constants. I want to feel comfortable, and I am too stubborn to try new things. Though undesired, change is inevitable and I know life must move forward; so here I am, a shy, insecure, seventh grader moving forward onto my first day of junior high. I knew this was going to be terrifying simply by the size of the school; all four foot nine inches of me stood paralyzed at the main entrance of Poston Junior High. Not knowing who I would have in my classes or who I would sit with at lunch had to be the worst part. As I walked into my third hour, which was choir, I realized I knew nobody; sheer terror flushed over my face as I peered around looking for the friendliest face

When I first stood at the bottom of the B-building stairs on August 19, 2013, almost every sixth grader was anxious. We were all waiting for the three-chime bell, and when it did ring, we all stampeded up the stairs like a herd of elephants. But I don’t think that it had ever come to me or any of my peers that change would hit every student, including myself at fifty miles per hour and as loudly as the sound of our feet running up the stairs.

As the sun started trickling into the windows, students were just starting to arrive at South Christian High School. As the few students that showed up early walked through the halls making their way towards their light blue lockers, one of the many lined up along the walls in between the classrooms. Some were decorated with sports signs, some of those with anchors lettered with the surnames of the owner of the locker. You could hear the clock ticking, counting down every minute until it would send out an ear-piercing ring and send students shuffling off to their first class of the day.

Personal growth is inevitable for a teenager going through high school. As much as my freshman year self didn’t want to admit it, I knew walking into the doors freshman year that my life, and myself, were going to be different when I left Lowell High School. Throughout my high school career I watched myself change, becoming more confident in myself and more curious about the world around me, but unable to pinpoint why that change was happening. I still had the same friends, did the same sports, and had the same hobbies as I had all throughout high school. After some deep reflection, I realized that I didn’t just wake up one day, suddenly more grown up and mature. It happened slowly throughout my junior year. And why it happened? Junior year

Junior year. My junior year I realized things about myself that I hadn’t previously known. Things I’ve never done before and things people thought I couldn’t do. Situations I thought I wouldn’t be in and there I was. Junior year, I did it.

I am an eighteen-year-old senior at Sumter Central High School. I am from a small community called Pine Grove. I am the youngest of three girls. My parents are Diane and Tony Jones. I come from a loving and supporting household. My family supports me in all of my decisions. My family is my support system. If no one else believes in me, I know my they do. They give me the motivation to do my best in every aspect of life.

The day was a bright one an exciting one, I was ready to take on the world, the world being this year of school and the year as whole. It was my sophomore year in Skyview high school and thus far it was going splendidly. My grades were great, my physical condition was better than it had been in years, and I was ready for wrestling to start.

I have been a Spring isd student since 2008. The schools I have attended are, Northgate Crossing Elementary, Twin Creaks Middle School, and now Spring High School. Over the course of these eight years I have learned and observed a variety of ways students upset teachers, specifically English teachers. If you are looking for ways to upset your English teacher, you have come to the right place.

I am currently in my Sophomore year at Loveland High School. I have been working hard toward saving money for my own car so that I am able to commute to work and school. I currently have my temps but will be able to receive my drivers license on my birthday in January. I have ran the idea past my mom of buying a second car for Catherine and me to use. Although, with the financial circumstances we are currently in we can not afford to pay for a second car with just her income alone, as it is far too expensive. This is why I am working hard to make some extra money. I currently have about $1200 saved and I can not work during the school year because of my academic involvement. If i only work during the summer it will be quite difficult for

High School has definitely given me many potentials. Transferring from Leuzinger High School to Moreno Valley High School has made me noticed that I’ve learned a lot such as: how to problem solve, how to not give up on myself, and how to accomplish difficult tasks. For example, when I attended Leuzinger High School, I wasn’t open-minded. This is because I didn’t take any useful opportunity for granted such as tutoring or extra credit. Then, when I moved to Moreno Valley High School, I finally took a chance to take any opportunity into consideration because more people influenced me, which made me believe in myself. The first opportunity I took for myself was going to tutoring for honors pre calculus. Because I played sports, I had to balance

Brooke knew that she should’ve been awake thirty minutes ago to get ready for school, but she had absolutely no motivation. Brooke was a student at North Shore High School, in San Jose, California. It was her first day of the last year of high school at the school she had nothing but hate for. Brooke loved sports, but didn’t like the fact that she had to go to school to play sports. She was involved with many activities and clubs, like volleyball, basketball, art club, choir and many others.

I was told in the 4th grade that school will get harder and harder, I was told that middle school and high school will get harder than elementry school.

I am Gloria Carranza, I attend Porterville College. Throughout my education I have had bad experience in English and as the time went by English has not been my favorite subject. I think I don’t like English because it’s my second language and sometimes I have trouble communicating and writing papers for my English classes. My favorite subject is Math, since I was in seventh grade it has been my passion to learn and learn more about math than any other subject except Art. Art has helped me develop new ideas and picturing myself on becoming someone that could help other students in different ways. Art is one of my best things I enjoy doing in my life. It helps me develop my future by making a picture of all the things that I want to accomplish in my life.

During my junior year at South San Francisco High School, I took a chemistry course which turned out to be one of the most satisfying classes I’ve taken. The material was difficult for me to comprehend at times, for that reason I would often take advantage of my teacher’s open classroom at lunch. I went in after absences, before tests (which I conveniently took in the period after lunch), and for any issues I struggled on where the concept could not be explained during class time. I found that the sample problems and essay topics that the teacher provided when I went in were closely related to the ones on the actual test. This motivated me to continue to stop by, especially the day of the test; as well, I was able to form a bond with my teacher.