Personal Narrative: My Eight Year Of High School

I honestly wouldn’t change anything about my lifestyle or how my years of high school have gone because I am truly happy with the person I have become. I might change my freshman year only because I didn’t really pay attention like I should have. I slacked a lot my freshman year and I now realize after the rest of my years at school, it really has been a struggle trying to get everything caught up. But now during my senior year I feel like I’m doing just fine and I am making it to the end okay. I have learned a lot throughout theses last 4 years of high school, I learned that high school goes by super fast and you really don’t get chances to redo any of the years. High School is a big deal and I learned to take it seriously my sophomore

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

Being a freshman is the hardest of your four years in high school. Have you ever been pressured to be the best person you can be? This is how my year was as a freshman. Freshman year was the most different I never thought I would of found my way around the school when I first started to go there. Freshman year was the best year throughout my years of high school and it was the only year I had friends. During this year I had a lot of anxieties which dealt with me thinking I’m gonna be alone and not have any friends throughout the year to support me through the whole thing. Also, I would think of the pressure of not doing good in any of my classes so I would think it would affect my GPA in the future. The transition from middle school to high school was a different type of thing to do.

I have always played the same three sports in elementary school, baseball, soccer and basketball but the summer before 7th grade I wanted the try something new and play football but because I didn't know much about it I was having a hard time deciding if I was going to play or not. But When football season came around i signed up.

There were plenty of memories in high school. Just making it to high school was a good memory. Most of them were during my freshman, sophomore, and junior years.

The summer before I started 7 grade, was long and intimidating. I threw an end of the year party and my friends and I were playing outside. My friend Sia was jumping on the trampoline and she became frustrated with a soccer ball so she kicked it off and it landed right into the fire pit. Ever since then, my friends and I have joked that the flaming ball represents our junior high experience. There have been numerous accounts of where I have fallen up the stairs like a few days ago, went to the wrong class or made a complete fool of myself, especially in math class. 7 grade was just the beginning of two gruesome years at the junior high. At first it was an intimidating school, which I thought had secret hallways and now I can stroll down the halls without being afraid of some teacher screaming at me or students towering over me. Although, I guess students still tower over me so not much has changed. I’ve learned from my numerous mistakes, became a better student and person overall in the past 2 years.

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.

The two and a half months of summer ended and I was ready to start 8th grade. I was excited and I found out I was in the same pod with my best friend. I felt confident as I walked into room B5 and greeted Mr. Gill. The year started great and I knew my way to all my classes. I studied a lot more in 8th grade. Nearly every test I studied. And by the end of the marking period I had all A’s and B’s. I brought my lunch from home more often and I participate more in class.

Have you ever wanted to do something very bad? So you done it anyway? It was between my 8th grade and my freshman year. I made a horrible mistake, but I learned something really valuable. I wish I never did what I did, but if I didn’t do it. I wouldn’t of learned the lesson I did. I lied to my parents.

Seventh grade sucked. Back when I was in the Junior High, I had to move schools from sixth to seventh grade. I started sixth grade in a private school, but near the end my parents decided it was to time to go to a public school. I entered the Junior high for my seventh grade, which is where my story begins. It was the first day of seventh grade and I was very nervous. For one thing, rumours of excessive bullying and harassment plagued the school according to those who went to my old private school. I was ready for anything. I had received all of my materials including notebooks, binders, and pencils and I brought them in two nice plastic bags as I walked into the school where I would spend the next two years of my school life.

“I am so sorry, what do you want me to do about it? Go back in time and magically fix everything?” I almost screamed at my best friend in the whole wide world over the phone. I had meet her is the 8th grade since then we had always been friends. We never ever if possible left each other’s side even it we were in the middle of a fight like we were then. In the same places we just kept on our poker faces. We loved each other to death and back then.

I began 8th grade year with a different mindset and mood than all my previous years at school. It was my last year of middle school. This period of time would never come back, and I had to make the best use of it. There would be no more time left to chill with friends, or any time to relax after this year.

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

When I first started 8th grade I wasn't really looking forward to it. Honestly I just wanted to stay home and cover my self with my blankets, and sleep all day because I didn't think I was ready for 8th grade. The first day of 8th grade I was scared out of my mind and so nervous that I felt nauseous and yeah it sounds kind of gross but it's the truth, but the first day ended up going pretty well. So I thought I would be fine the next morning but although the second day also went well I felt the same way that morning as I did the day before. For the second day of school we had music so I got to see a couple of my friends that were in the other class so that helped me get through the day, and the teachers are great so that's a good thing. The

Middle School---Growing Pains, Crushes, and Being a Good Sport My first day of the sixth grade year I thought I was going to be the same like I was 5th grade year. All bad and doing what I wanted and having the rules being so relaxed with me and having classes being super easy like the 5th grade. But it was so different from my 5th grade year, the classes were way harder, the rules at Forest Park was so strict, and It was nothing like 5th grade when I got in fights I just went home for that day and I came back the next day, but in middle school ill fight then i’ll be out of school for like 5 days.