Personal Narrative: Going To High School

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.

When I look back on the memories I 've made the friends that I now have the struggles I 've been through and the goals I did all most likely did not I realize that going it all went by in a Flash I know I 'm going to miss SMS I cannot begin to explain how much I have come to love this place the positive vibes and the smiles that welcome you into every day although it wasn 't always easy and there were some bad moments I 'm going to miss it here but I am happy to be to be moving up to high school I hope that you enjoy have enjoyed this year as much as I did what I will almost remember my first year SMS from the drama to crying on the last day I 'll only be able to remember the best moments one of my favorite moments was the winter carnival my

This is the story of me being a bystander for my own benefit. Back when I was in high school I used to change schools often due to my family moving. But after we settled in our new house, I joined an English high school and it was my first time at an English school. Everybody there happened to be so friendly and very helpful.

"Did you start yet? " I mumbled through a numbed mouth filled with medical tools. The doctor chuckled and replied, "I am actually almost done. " My mouth felt swollen and bubbly and I could not see his work at all.

Hello Mrs. Kim. I hope you had an amazing summer. I can not believe how summer has gone this fast. And I never really expected high school to come this early. It is as if middle school was still on its way trying to find ways to squeeze in my life, or at least that’s what I feel. But I guess I just have to accept this reality that I am actually starting high school. Now, I had many thoughts before entering this place which some people call living nightmare, and big part of those“thoughts” were dreams. Dreams about my future, Both long and short terms, and inside classes and outside in my social life. And as you read this, I think this will sort of open up myself about who I am for a quick introduction as we start this new and “exciting” school

I grew up learning Spanish as my first language because that was my parents’ native language. I had to learn English in school and practice at home, but it was difficult when my parents could not help me. Therefore, I mostly kept to myself and puzzled over words that I simply did not understand. My parents understood that I was having a tough time in school because of my lack of communication skills and decided to place me into the English Language Development program in my elementary school so that I would not get behind the other students. This program appointed me to a counselor who would check my progress in class on a weekly basis.

Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.

During my freshman year of high school I struggled in many areas of my life including personal, social, and academic. I was in an emotionally abusive relationship, struggling with my self-esteem, and fighting to keep my grades above c 's. Since then I have grown, learned from my experiences and it can all be seen through my transcripts and the friend group I now surround myself with.

Entering high school my freshman year, many things were new to me, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to get involved in as a student. The only thing I was sure of was that I was going to play high school soccer. I’d been playing soccer since I was about 8 years old, and finally having the ability to play for the high school I grew up watching was exhilarating. My main goal going into the soccer program was that I wanted to make the varsity soccer team by my senior year in high school- my brother had been a former varsity player, and I greatly wanted to fill his shoes and leave my mark at the school. Throughout my four years in the program, that was my main focus, but I was happy to discover that I was also making friends along the way. Although

Let’s move on. Moving to high school, this is where it becomes permanent. Between the ages of 13-17 I had figured out for certain who I was and what I wanted to become. So I did it. The first two years were a bit rocky, I’ll be honest. Then I became New Mexico’s largest school’s student body vice president, obtained scholarships, won student of the year, participated in multiple clubs and extra-curricular activities while the other kids flunked and smoked weed every day, (not that there is anything bad with weed it just so happens there is a correlation with failure and weed quite often, ther are the excepts however) grew my skills as a programmer/dancer/DJ/entrepreneur/everything, participated in many state conferences and western regional

I was sitting in the Doctor Who covered room, looking at the confusing, empty schedule, I had 30 minutes to fill in my life for the next year. Junior High. I am going into seventh grade. I thought of a younger me, walking through the halls of Webster, thinking, "I 'm a second grader now". But, she has a long way to go. And I do too. One year later, I 've only kept 2 friends, and gain many more. I must have chosen right, by luck, one year ago. Yet, I have another empty page, 30 minutes, and life to

Before I was completely cleared to go to Northern, I had to appear before the school board and tell them why I wanted to got to Northern. When I arrived to the meeting, it seemed that the hallway stretched out as I walked towards the door. Soon enough, I made it to the door and made my appearance. This is just one of the few obstacles I faced to get to high school.

For a long while, during my time in middle school and the start of high school, the thought of doing really well in school never dawned on me. I’m the kind of person that always think about life in the near future, never extending far enough to think about what I really want to do and where I want to go. My grades had always been average, never dropping low enough to hurt my future but also never rising high enough to push me far, until I reached tenth grade. My laziness got to me and I just didn’t care anymore. My GPA dropped so low, seeing it can make anyone gasp. People swarmed around me, pressuring me to do better. I managed to pull my grades up but I didn’t do it for myself.

I am in the middle of my freshmen year as I write this Narrative. Now, that you are reading this I am a sophomore and you are a freshmen. I will be telling you what you can do to make your year or years better here at NorthView High School. I remember thinking it was going to be scary I thought I wasn’t going to have that many friends. But, the truth is Middle school and High school is not that different then you think. I graduated out of Middle school at Arbor Hill and it was almost time to go to school again. I am in band so, I woke up early for “Band Camp” and because of that I wasn’t as tired as everyone else in the beginning of the year. But that brings me to my first helpful tip, get as much sleep as you can. Sleep can do a lot and if

The air had a certain smell to it. The fresh morning dew, the smell of the new blossoming flowers carried through the wind, the smell of fresh pies being set out to cool on the window ledge. It’s been almost 15 years since one of the most tragic things happened, and the smell is still the exact same. I smell it on the early mornings in the April, just as the winter is ending and a new spring is beginning.