Personal Narrative: Mansfield Timberview High School

It was a nice Saturday evening, a cool gentle breeze, as Mason was playing soccer in the park. Mason had just turned 15 and was entering his sophmore year in James Grove High. He had a nice little family, living with his mom and being the oldest of 2. He had a sister named Melissa and she was 12 years old just entering the 7th grade. When he was just 2 years old his father sadly passed away in a gruesome car accident. Growing up it was hard for him not to think about this inccident. Him now being older it’s now his responsibility to be the man of the house.

My eyes repeatedly peered to the stands which had a crowd of at least four hundred students eagerly waiting as we were warming up. Observing the crowd I noticed the left side of the field was full of students in orange Parkview High School shirts while to my right students were in purple Brookwood High School shirts. It was the Lacrosse Region Championships between Parkview, the school I played for, and, Brookwood High School. Both of our schools were ranked top ten for biggest rivalries, we knew it would be a fight to win the most significant game for us.

Junior year was my first year playing football for Riverbend High School and having played soccer all of my life I decided to be a kicker and punter. By the time that we started playing games I was the backup punter on varsity and would not play until October 10; the homecoming game against Hylton.

It was a typical normal day during sophomore year as I and Kevin were normally having a conversation in the hallways of Neuqua Valley High School during a five minute passing period after class. After walking from the d-wing to the b-wing we just happened to look down at the ground and for a moment we were shocked of what we had found and couldn’t believe our eyes there were three one hundred dollar bills just lying there for the taking so I picked it up and looked at it and we took it for our taking because who wouldn’t like to find three hundred dollars I looked at kevin and said “ We need to get to class, but let’s meet up after school and split the money”. I held on to the money for the time being or at least after class. We met after class

“Fight, fight, fight,” was the chant that so often filled the halls of West Monroe High School. The teachers heard it every time but always hid in the teacher's lounge for fear of being attacked. This was the legacy of WMH, fights, student riots, and terrified teachers.

When I was a little girl, my grandma would always take me to her school with her and let me sit in on her classes throughout the day. I always begged her to let me go with her because I had loved getting to be there with her and getting to pretend that I too was a part of the class. Alvord Continuation High School was mainly composed of portable classrooms, the buildings were red and white spanish style buildings. The school my grandmother taught at was not a regular high school, this was a place where students over the age of sixteen were able to attend in order to finish school to obtain a high school diploma. The students she taught primarily looked a lot older than sixteen, they were adults trying to graduate to move on with their lives.

When I lived in North Carolina in 2012, I lived in a small school within a tight nit community. From day one I felt as though I didn’t belong, and the ones who made me feel most out of place were my teachers. My teachers told me to leave and go back to Maryland because if i stay I would fail. I couldn’t believe teachers would say that I was so shocked. My teachers rarely attempted to help me with my work as if I was unteachable because I didn’t learn as fast as everyone else.

Prompt: Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.

I am very concerned where I am attending school, which is at Fossil Ridge High School. Truthfully, Since I have attended Fossil In August 2016 my grades have been slipping, on the other hand when i was at Rocky i was doing a lot better at school than I am now. I’ve tried to have a good relationship with all my teachers and come in for help when I need it, but I feel like I am always left out and not cared for as much as the other students that attend Fossil, At Rocky I felt very comfortable with all of my teachers and had a great relationship with them and felt that they care about me as a student and wanted be to be successful, something I never felt with any of my teachers at Fossil. I have a lot of great friends at Rocky that i grew up

I have always been in love with the game of softball. I love all the competition and the thought of working at it brings joy to my heart. I could always go to the field to get my mind off things and just focus. But in May of 2015 my life changed and I had a whole new mind set on everything.

Throughout the seventeen years that I’ve been alive I have witnessed all the sacrifices my parents have gone through ensuring I have a better future than they did. I come from immigrant parents that weren’t fortunate enough to continue studying. I myself was brought into the country when I was two years old so I could build a different path than the one my parents had to take due to financial reasons. Short after, my sister was born my mom got remarkably ill with Diabetes. I would watch in terror as my mother would lay in bed barely able to move. I held her hand, wiped her forehead, with a cool wet towel, and longed she would get all better. Being the oldest in the

When I went to Rogers High School is was part of the Globe, which was a way for students to get involved with culture around the world. Talk to people that were from a different culture and see how they lived. Globe had a variety of meeting in which the member were invited to join and watch movies from different countries. I was also a mentor/tutor to underclassman, were I would help them with homework or prepare of exams. I was mainly a math tutor, helping them find different ways of solving problem instead of the tradition way that the teacher would show. I would also have the opportunity to travel to the elementary school around the area and help those who need extra help.

It was no longer just a report card that I was getting; in addition to each grade I receive will be a remembrance of my grandmother whom I so deeply loved. I am determined to not only graduate college, but to graduate with superior grades enough to please her. To this day, it is a constant struggle, like any older adults continuing there are

I believe the moment that means the most to me in life is the one that I thought I could never achieve. The feeling of uncertainty about taking the GED test was something that overwhelmed me. Every year I would pick up the books that had been stored away and try again to see if I was ready. Each time I would walk away thinking, “I’m just not ready yet,” and this became a pattern for many years. The day I walked out of the testing center for the last time I walked away with a feeling of accomplishment I had never quite known. Taking the GED test led me to believe that I should be proud of my accomplishments.

A moment in my life that stands out as an especially positive experience is when I graduated high school. The day occurred on June 15, 2015 at the Jiffy Lube live arena stage in my hometown of Manassas, Virginia. The people involved in this positive experience were myself, my mother, father, sister, family friends, my friends, administrators, teachers, and peers. I woke up in the morning around 9:00 am, showered, got dressed packed all of my essentials for my graduation, and drove to one of my friend’s house where all of my friends and I got ready for graduation. My friends and I spent several hours getting ready, taking, photos for our family members before our ceremony. Then we went to the graduation location and waited for an hour in our designated spots for when walk out. The ceremony began at 7:00, the speakers spoke for about 30 minutes, then names were called. My named was called early on, I walked across the stage, my mom calling my name out, I smiled to her as I spotted her in the crowd. Then I shook the hands of the administrators, received my diploma and walked of the stage. On this day I was thinking about how I was finally going to finish my four year long journey. At that point every choice I had made in my academic career led to this moment of accomplishment. I was also thinking of how it was a long process to get to my graduation day and that walking across the stage not only would be positive for me, but for others who were important to me and a