Personal Narrative Story In My School

Julio: Probably the first Cape trip, the first year we went to Cape Henlopen, we were making cardboard boats and that’s where I made most of my friends. I made most of my friends by doing impressions of celebrities, like Brack Obama and all that stuff it was funny.

When I saw my friends walking toward me, that’s when I finally stepped into the building. As I walked into the building, I was astonished by how enormous the school was compared to my middle school. Some teachers welcomed me to the new school, and asked me if I needed any help finding the classrooms, while the other teachers were too busy typing on their computers. The moment when I entered my homeroom, it surely was much bigger than the one at my old school, the room makes me feel more comfortable with the new environment because the teacher was very friendly and very professional because of well-prepared clothes, and the way she talked. I finally realized that I have entered the world of reality, such as passing all my classes and graduate high school, then off to

I laugh. Word gets around so fast in small schools like mine. “You knew that. You told me I would never have the money to go to such a good school. Seventh grade you were so mean!”

Mrs. Wilson instilled a love for reading in me. In first grade this didn’t seem like much, but as the years went on I saw her impact on my life in many different ways. In fifth grade I was given the opportunity to be “student leader”, presented the opportunity to go to the young grades and read to the kids. I of course chose to read to Mrs. Wilson’s class. This

I open the door to the school hallway. Inside I hear the chatter of many students at once. There were dozens of people in the area, and I was slightly overwhelmed. This place I have entered is what I wold come to know as Quest Middle School, one of the most stressful, but interesting two years I have had in a long time.

Roosevelt High School, home of the Wolverines. What made this school so special was that it was full of privileged and prestigious students. In Oklahoma, it was only the best school any student could hope to get into. However, most of them were only there because of their parents’ money. Others, were on scholarship, struggling to keep it as they kept up their grades while battling the horrifying dangers of being a teenager in high-society.

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.

It was soon the end of August which meant school was right around the corner. I wasn’t too excited, but I was a little anxious to see what God had in store for me. We hopped in the car, and were on the way. I walked into my new school, Country Day, and acknowledged the wind carried the sound of the chitter-chatter of my fellow classmates, lockers slamming as hard as nails and the howling of the spider-monkey. The halls were outdoor and you could see the never ending mountains and feel the gentle breeze swaying back and forth. I enjoyed the first day and couldn’t wait to go back for more. Throughout the day, I met someone special, someone who would soon to be my best friend, partner in crime, my other half, Sibley. She helped me see the good in situations and inspired me to be outgoing and carefree. Our families became best friends and went on adventure after adventure together. The year

In the beginning of 2010 everything came to a stop in our lives it seemed. I was 15 years old when it happened. Apparently there wasn’t any money left to help pay for the house. My sister Christina ended up pregnant, Amber wanted to move out. My parents had to think about Elaine and I. My parents couldn’t save the house, electricity was turned off. They had to foreclose on the house. My parents literally didn’t know where we were going to live. My sisters Christina and Amber arranged for an apartment to share together. But because they did that they were unable to help my parents. This caused major resentment between my parents and my sisters. This alternatively affected me and Elaine. After they moved out we were allowed to stay in the house

Annie seem to distanced herself from me, but I could still see her. My feelings for her was unchanged. I told myself, “If I could work harder, I would impress her.” I was doing that to someone who never cared.

At one point she even asked me if I was an introvert and if that was why I did not like sharing my work. Which obviously I was, so I knew she noticed, cared, and wanted me to succeed as much as I wanted to. She saw potential in writing and presenting. After going over some of my not so well written papers, we realized my mistakes were mostly nitty-picky things such as margin size, header setup, and some minor grammatical errors. She told me fixing these would help me have a boosted level of confidence in presenting since I would have already won half the battle. I knew everything I could control was okay so it allowed me to think I would feel

As sung in Good Riddance this year was “another turning point, a fork stuck in the road” for me as far as friendship. I met a lot of new people who made this year particularly special and created many memories, inside and outside of school. Not only did I make new friends with students, but teachers too. Teachers are the ones who brought many of us students together. An example would be in Creative Writing this year. In this class Mr. Fouts taught me most about the value of friendship and how important it is to be there for one another. I like my time alone doing things I enjoy, but I dislike feeling lonely just

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.

Coming to eighth grade on the first day was slightly scary for me. I was afraid that I wouldn’t have any friends on the same team as me and that I wouldn’t have a class with any friends. When I arrived to the homeroom, school didn’t start off as bad as I thought it would. Apparently I had more than one friend in my homeroom, which made things less awkward for the first time being in class.

“Hey girly, what’s going on”? Said, Mandy, As a grin went ear to ear. I replied in the most sarcastic voice “Oh Mandy I’m doing great.” We walked into school today talking about what happened on