School Year-Personal Narrative

I have been a Spring isd student since 2008. The schools I have attended are, Northgate Crossing Elementary, Twin Creaks Middle School, and now Spring High School. Over the course of these eight years I have learned and observed a variety of ways students upset teachers, specifically English teachers. If you are looking for ways to upset your English teacher, you have come to the right place.

Senior year is finally over. Everyone keeps asking what I am going to do with my life now. I just shrug my shoulders.

Junior High can be hard, complicated, and draining. But having the key points to hold onto can quickly make junior high less complicated. Two years of junior high and I think I’ve learned quite a lot about myself, others and what makes me happy and successful. Throughout my experience at Westmount I’ve come to believe the importance of self-confidence, having realization and pay attention.

I didn’t really get into writing until my senior year. I had always been in Honors English (you know, the class for all the smart kids who were at a high school reading level in second grade). I had this teach for Honors 11, Ms. Mason, the coolest woman I’ve ever met in my life. My junior year wasn’t super good for me, but she encouraged me to keep trying and take her AP Lang class next year. We focused a lot on non-fiction research writing and I loved it. My senior year I also took creative writing with Mr. Day. Worst decision ever. Not only was the class chock full of freshman and seniors who don’t care, but Mr. Day was the type of person who graded you on how much you wrote like him. If he didn’t like your writing style (and he hated mine)

Usually in highschool it's your friends that make it worthwhile those are the people that you remember and the people that make it even more bearable but for me it's the opposite.

I live in a suburban town whose families are well-off, each home has hedges trimmed to the needle and the downtown streets are lined with colorful-flags and flowerbeds in the springtime. It is a moderate-sized town but a quiet and simple place to live. Not a lot happens; it is quaintly bustling during the daytime, yet at night not even a car can be spotted parked on main street. The town appears to be an ideal, utopian establishment-- an embodiment of civilization. However, the only high school is bursting at the seams, the students are rowdy, and there is a surplus of rules but apathetic punishment. Troubled kids would wait through a tolerable one hour detention, then go out and reinstate their poor behavior. This evokes many questions about

Half way through my senior year I sat in class worrying because I had no clue what I was going to do after high school. Every other week my major changed, and I was confused as to what was the right path for me. Eventually I sat myself down and made a list of my strengths and weaknesses to assist me in discovering my future. Sadly it took me until almost the end of the year to discover what I wanted to do.

“This is it, Jacob. this our last year of middle school”I Told Jacob as we’re walking into school

The first day of her senior year seemed like a pretty normal day, walking through the long never-ending hallways that had a sort of Harry Potter look to them. The elongated hallways were shaped like archways with arched windows going all the way down the halls.

There I was, in the corner of my bedroom,asking myself was I not attractive enough, intelligent enough, plain out good enough? My eyes were red as blood, my tears were falling down each side of my cheek. My heart fell into a million pieces. How could someone hurt you so poorly? But he did, he left me feeling insecure, and worthless. I’ve been trying to put myself back together ever since.

“Umm, yeah, I can mop the floors and... uh clean the floors best, uhhhhh yeah…I am done talking.”

Continuing on from 7th grade, 8th-grade year was definitely the hardship for me because I kept someone in my life that didn’t deserve to be there. She started taking advantage of my good heart. She would boss me around making me do everything for her. At that time I didn't think anything of it because I thought I’m friends with a high schooler. She forced me to start lying to my parents about things that I didn’t want to do. When she wanted to hang out with guys they were always older and creepy. We usually didn’t know by the end of the night how we were getting home. While she was doing bad things I would just sit and go off by myself because I didn’t do those things. She has left me in the middle of some random place with no ride. She cared

Sports are something a lot of people love, softball was my favorite. I had also played volleyball for a long time, however after my freshman year I lost the desire to play any longer. My heart was with softball, doing anything and everything I could to make myself the best player I could be.

Not everyone has memories from there junior high years, memories sadly aren’t great I wasn’t considered the best student in the eighth grade, I was always in the office, suspended, and in In-school suspension other than being in trouble all the time my eighth grade year was the best.

It was the first year of High School and I was very nervous because it was a new school. I see all of my old friends, we say “hi” to each other. Going forward a month I’m not turning in any projects and most of my grades are under 50 percent. I worried because my parents told me they will take my gaming consoles for 3 months. In middle school I was always applied myself to classes and I did pretty well. Sometimes I got pretty lazy and I didn’t do any work that was assign to me.