Personal Narrative: My Self-Taught In 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

I was always told that things would change in highschool. You would meet new people, find new friends, and even discover a new class that amazes you. No one prepared me for what was going to happen Sophomore year though; no one saw it coming.

Reflecting back to 8th grade I think is kinda crucial I learned how to stand up for myself. Kinda learned to love myself still working on it though. I had done a lot of things this year good and bad but I’m just finding who I am. I have gotten in three in school suspensions I had half a day of suspension this year. But it had helped me get caught up in my classes that is one thing that I really needed to do which was a good idea to walk out because my grades went up so much.

It all started on the third day of sixth grade, I was assigned a new seat next to the new girl, her name was Izzy. We were both really quiet and shy so we didn’t talk to each other. The only time we ever talked was to ask for a pencil, piece of paper, or for partner work. We noticed that we have the exact same schedule except for one class. We started talking more and we started to invite each other to sit by each other at lunch. After the first part of school, we started to be good friends, but we didn’t talk or hang out that much outside of school except for on text meassage.

I remember coming home eagerly waiting for my older sister to arrive home so I could tell her about everything I learned in my third grade class. I was looking out the window for hours, waiting for her to arrive home, my mother told me that she was probably staying after to make up a test before she left for work. It was evening when my father arrived home and she still was not there. He noticed me gazing out the window because he promptly asked me,

During high school, I feel that I’ve grown a lot as a person. Even though I still have a significant amount of growth left to do in college, my family, religion, community, and the various experiences I’ve had in high school have allowed me to mature and become a more enlightened person.

It was a bright sunny day and I was ready to play. I was on the playground at recess. It was in April. I was on the monkey bars when my friend told me to jump down and she would catch me. My 3rd grade self thought it was a good idea and jumped. When i jumped from the bar, she moved. I slammed into the ground. I learned from this experience that you can’t trust everybody, not even your closest friends. No matter how much you know a person, you never know when they could change just in a second. Even if she moved because she was scared, or she wanted me to hit the ground, it doesn’t matter. Through it all I learned that you can’t give your just to everybody.

Good to meet you! That is exactly the reason why I decided to give it my all at SNHU and finish my four-year education. The trade-off was just too important to put it off with any more excuses. I was a legal secretary for many, many years and in the last 5-10 year (more or less) I have noticed that employers will not even look at my resume if I cannot prove that I have a four-year education. It is really great to see you made that same decision.

This class is very different than my high school classes, especially in structure, organization, and pace. I have learned that I need to be better prepared for the time essays are due and the amount of time and effort it takes to write a good essay that follows the guidelines. In my writing, I have learned that I tend to write in passive voice and I need to eliminate my vague words that I use. This class has been very challenging but the biggest challenge I have faced this year is trying to keep up with the pace of the class. I struggled with juggling this class and my other high school classes work load, but I have gotten better and I feel more organized and prepared now. I think my best work was my first essay, I spent a lot of time and effort

During my planning period, 2nd pd., I went to make copies and I found keys left on the counter by the copy machine. I looked at the keys and noticed that there were many school keys attached to the lanyard, so I began to knock on classroom doors to asks if anyone lost keys. When I got to Mrs. Henderson’s class she told me they were not hers and when I walked over to knock on Mr. Wiberg’s door I tapped the door slightly (most know he does like for his class to be interrupted) and Mrs. Henderson stated that they would not be his keys because he always keeps his keys in his pocket. So, I moved on down the hall. When I got to the B-61, Ms. Patterson, Ms. McCain, Mr. C. Purcell, Mr. Purcell, and Mr. Pearson all looked at the keys and noticed the whistle and keys to many of the buildings. The

A life lesson that I have learned over the course of my high school years, is you need to choose wisely which crowd of people to hang around. I’ve learned that not everyone is your friend, even if they tell you they are. There are people out there who will claim to be your friend, and will stab you in the back when you least expect it.

Throughout my high school education, there have been many factors that contributed to my performance. Some were out of my control and others were solely my actions. I take full responsibility for not pushing myself to try harder in school. Some circumstances made this difficult, at the time I lived at home with my mother, sister, and brother but then one day it all changed. First, my brother joined the Marines and left home and soon after my sister followed and joined the Air Force and also left. Since my mother is a single parent, my siblings contributed a lot financially and helped her tremendously. For this reason, she began to work even longer hours. To attempt to help my mother, I started working a lot when I turned 16. My mistake was

Throughout my middle and high school years I have always been involved in many sports and activities, and that is a bit strange for a person that had never been interested in any type of sport and was very very anti-social, from seventh grade down. Athletics and Band where the two major components of my 7-8 middle school years. I was in all regular classes and my grades were not the best, with 70’s and 80’, I always did what I needed to do to get a passing grade. When I was in Band, I have to admit, I was pretty good even though I never really practiced at home, because my French horn was too heavy for a 4.5 feet tall girl to carry two miles home every day. In our district, High School started in tenth grade, and I actually did like it that

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

In the fourth grade, having transferred to my second school after a stay at a shelter, I was asked to introduce myself to the class and tell them a fact about myself. I looked nervously into the sea of new faces and said, “Hi, I’m Aleigh Crowder and I’m nomadic.” This introduction was met shortly with laughter that my new teacher quickly ceased.