Personal Narrative: Being Back After High School

Transitioning from high school to college has many hardships; however, my most difficult struggle is mentally realizing that I am now an actual college student who cannot have any faults. Back in high school, I was able to study lightheartedly because there was no money involved, and second chances were offered on assessments. In present time, I have to do well on an exam the first time it is given with the mindset of fulfilling the expectations of my scholarship donors and others. Since I am not the biggest fan of my major, I miss the high school version of Heather who was able to dream and imagine where she would be after graduating. My distress is realizing that the people I shared my interests to have gained and is out accomplishing them

Something such as returning back to school was long gone and in my past goals. After a couple of years I never thought I would end up going back to school since everything that I wanted was going good and according to plan. However sometimes we are faced with tough situations where we must find other resources in order to improve and better ourselves. Going back to school was one of the most important and wise decisions that I have ever made. Finding well-qualified candidates for a job or career nowadays is a challenge, especially in the field that I am currently in; law enforcement.

How much luck does one need to get drafted by their favorite team right after college? A lot of people say that all it takes is hard work and dedication but I am going to do a little more. Its not my dream to become pro, its a goal because not all dreams become true. If my goal fails, I would like to be in sports medicine.

“You guys ready?” , my mom asked us as she closed the moving truck and hops in the front seat. As I load my bag in the truck, I remember facing the continuous struggles of moving. Growing up, I constantly moved from state to state, and being so young in the processes just caused a lot of stress in my life.

My entire life has been me looking forward. Always looking forward and rarely looking back. Learning from past occurrences and planning the next; I have been a sure handed planner all my life. When I was younger my maturity of very advanced for my age, therefore I only had a select few friends. This helped me keep a level head and remain focused.

Coming back from summer vacation is difficult, but coming back and having to start in a totally new environment makes it even harder. I remember coming back and being confuzed. Not just academically, but also socially. I would wonder how I would fit in with my new peers, and if I would start falling behind in my classes. Lucky for you, I have some advice for you, so you can do your absolute best in Jr. High, whether it’s academically, socially, or anything about personal responsibility, I’ve got you covered.

If you were to ask me what my dreams were before high school, I would have told you it was to simply be happy. Before high school I had such a simple life and could only think the endless possibilities I had waiting for me in the future, but now that time has come and everything is becoming a reality. All throughout life obstacles will be placed in your path, but it was not until now I realized that they are not put there to hurt you, but to make you stronger. A while ago, my mom had been married to a man named Martin, who happened to be the father of my two youngest sisters, Wanjiru and Wanjugu.

The entire ride had been an interesting one. No one had thought that anything like this would happen to a small band from SFT. Many of the students were thinking about the night before. Why wouldn’t we considering our basketball team had won state. Which was definitely better then what our current situation was.

Boom Senior year has only yet to begin. Senior year is finally here! Everyone has lived for the moment of starting and ending senior year. It’s the last year we have the opportunity to be with everyone and the last year to live as children before real adulthood comes. At the beginning of the school year I knew this was my year to live my life to the fullest… then BOOM!

Junior High years were pretty… interesting to say the least. Seventh grade was my first year in the high school. Yes, I was pretty nervous going into a school with kids who were much, much older than me. I knew I wasn’t the only one nervous. That kind of helped my brain chill out a bit.

Fifteen and naïve, there was nothing my father could teach me that I already didn’t know or at least I thought. At times, I can still be seen weighing the many advices he gave me growing up. At the tender age of fifteen, my father decided to move back to Colombia. While it has taking me a while to forgive, I understand his many reasons for doing so. His leaving left some ramifications, especially for my mother and eleven year old sister.

There isn’t much I remember from elementary school, I never thought anything I did before jr high really mattered. However there is one thing I won’t be able to forget about. Not because it was particularly significant to me, but because it was significant to my father who always brings it up. I’m sure if he hadn’t reminded me of it so frequently I would’ve forgot about it a long time ago. You see, in fifth grade I had a really scrawny nerdy friend who’d get picked on quite often for being like so, and one day he told his dad who also worked with my father and told him that I would stand up for him when he was getting bullied.