Personal Narrative-Roosevelt High School

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

The first time that Sean and I met was in the 7th grade at Washington Middle School. Sean was the new kid at school at the time, and when you're the new kid the teacher introduces you to the entire class. The teacher also wanted someone to give Sean a tour of the school, so she wanted to see who already knew him. I didn't know him yet, but when she asked who did I yelled out "I do!" She turned to Sean and asked if he knew me, he said yes even though he knew he didn't. As I was giving him a tour of the school he asked if I actually knew him. I told him no, I just wanted to get out of class. And that was the beginning to our

The drum majors are in their perfect rows on the front side line. The boom of the mic as the announcer prepares to give out terrifying results. As he begins to speak score in his loud, monotonous voice, the stadium goes silent.

For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.

I don’t believe what just happened! I just can’t! I won’t! I never knew that he could pull off a stunt as crazy as that! Landon Ashby, my friend, was basically on the verge of insanity . . . just because of me! I mean, what I said couldn’t do that to a person, right? You are probably wondering what I said to get into this dilemma. I guess, diary, I will now tell you what happened because you seem hungry for details of the incident. But first, you must promise not to tell anyone, OK?

Starting sophomore year, I began to take on an active role at our school's SkillsUSA IT club. Staying after school became a regular occurrence. I began to work in our club's computer repair shop: Wolverine Computer. We repair computers for the local community for a fee of $50. In addition, we collect hazardous electronic waste for recycling at no charge. The proceeds enable students at our high school to test for and obtain industry certifications. These certifications include the IT Fundamentals, A+, and Network+ certifications from CompTIA. For many students at the school, these certifications are crucial opportunities. Many students at La Vergne High school are from a background of poverty, many are immigrants or first generation students,

Yes! I am finally free! No more school! It’s June 9, 2017, and it’s graduation day. I am a graduating senior at The Greater Miami Youth Corps. There I was able to attend school and do well, after being asked to leave Booker T. Washington Senior High School due to repeatedly breaking school rules and getting in to trouble. Fortunately, The Youth Corps has been a saving grace for me. In the time that I have attended school there, my behavior has improved tremendously. I no longer skipped class and skipped class. At the Corps, the class size was much smaller than Booker T. and the teacher had more time to give each student a more hands-on approach. I liked it!

During the week on Mondays, Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Fridays I volunteer at pine meadow elementary. I get to spend some of my time with kindergarteners that range from an age 5-6. I leave Sartell high school at 10:05 ish by walking and get to pine meadow elementary around 10:25 the time I begin. When I walk in the front doors I go straight to the office and sign in on the sheet and on my time card while grabbing a number card to clip to my clothing. Right before I begin to walk to my designated classroom, I blow my nose and sanitize my hands just to be safe. It only takes about five minutes to walk from the main office to my classroom. I go straight to the locker Mrs. Drais gave me with a special magnet on it that says volunteer; I open it up and put my

RodFord High school was a big change for me and I didn’t have any classes with Lauren. The school had gray walls everywhere, I felt like I was in a jail really. Lauren and I were eating lunch one day when a group of girls started staring at me. I never seem to cause trouble but I stared back until one of the girls got up. The girl was: tall, skinny, redhead, big eyed and dresses in bright colors. She sat down in front of me and told me ‘What is your problem? Don’t you know staring is rude?’. I laughed in her face and told her, ‘you really need to go back to your table and not talk to me like that again’. That’s where my big change was, that redheaded girl made me lose my bestfriend.

This year felt different. I made real, good friends that I thought would last until at least until high school. They felt like family to me, and talking to them every single day in class was something I never thought would really end so soon. Of course, the world does not revolve around the lives of seventh graders and keeps on going.

Going to the twenty fifth annual Rivercrest high school class of twenty nineteen reunion, eagers, but nervous. I was excited to catch-up with everyone and see what they have made of themselves. Old friends and teachers I am ready to see. Nervous, because, you heard that some of the kids were living a goofy lifestyle. I even heard that one of the teachers went psycho.

A warm bead of sweat rolled down my brow in such a slow manner I thought that I had received a cut on my head and I was bleeding from whacking my head on the door panel when I exited out of the cruiser. I wiped it away as I leaned back against the hood of the car, sweating up a storm in the white polo that was supposed to be a uniform.

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.

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

Today is the first day of my sophomore year. This will be a great year! I think to myself as I get on my bus. The bus ride was always my favorite part of the day. Even though it was bumpy and loud. I mostly sit in silence, but this year i’m gonna put myself out there. I stand up so I could put my feet under me at the third stop. Glancing around i see a lot of people who were in the same grade as me. None of them knew me.