Personal Narrative: Growing Up With High School

I believed that high school would be a great difference from middle school. I remember that most of my classmates were scared of the adventure we had before us. I, on the other hand, was excited. Ever since the sixth grade, I have longed to walk those halls. I was tired of the strict rules and limited amount of freedom. High school was an experience I was ready for.

There are many ways high school has prepared and shaped me for my future. Ideas shared between both myself and my peers and also teachers like where they’re going or where they went. There are many paths to choose from after high school such as going straight into the workforce or I could join the military/reserves and assist my fellow countrymen. I do plan on going to college after high school but I am still not sure what I plan on going for.

I was always told by my parents to live life, and enjoy every moment I got. Like every other kid, I am a reflection of my parents values. Through various means, my parents taught me to be mature, optimistic, and cooperative.

As I heard my grandparent’s conversation I came to realize what was going on. It was time to be with my mom. I felt excited but at the same time scared, It feels like it was just yesterday. Two days later I found myself packing. I packed everything that’s when I came to realize what was truly happening. I was moving to a different country, leaving behind my culture, my language, my family and friends. Finally, the day had come, as I kissed my parents goodbye I stared long and hard at my house begging for just one more day. Tears kept running down my cheeks as we drove further and further away.

Going to school was always a huge challenge. Not that I didn’t like school, since I always loved to learn new things. It was the fact that I felt different from everyone else. Growing up, my parents would only speak Spanish in the house. When I start kindergarten it was alright since the class was taught in Spanish. I was in taking Spanish classes up to the fourth grade. Then we moved to Berwyn which was a whole different environment. As I entered the fourth grade the only language spoken to us was English. I had trouble understanding what was being said to me so my teacher requested I would be put in an ESL course to help me. I didn’t like it at first, then I noticed that I was learning another language so that kept me motivated. I didn’t like to read out loud because I would get made fun of since I didn’t pronounce words the correct way. I

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. It was the day of gym. There was basketballs and volleyballs. As far as in the corner it could be, there was tetherball. I thought it would be fun to go and join them. Try and make friends, but it was not like that for them. The ball came around to the girls’ side and Boom. My face was bloody as it ever could be. My glasses were thrown off my face, my eyes were starting to bruise and finally, I could barely see out of my eyes. It went on for weeks after weeks.

If I were the person that I used to be back in high school, or even directly after high school, I would fail these classes with straight “F”s. The reason is not because I was not smart enough, but because I was not willing to put in the effort, concentration, and dedication needed to get a good grade. This is hard work! Good thing I decided to grow up a bit in the past 14 years so I take it seriously.

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. He removed the tools from my mouth and set them on the counter. I glanced over from the chair and he ambled back over. He was a slightly robust Indian man wearing a white lab coat. When he arrived at my chair, he explained, "I had to put four stitches in your mouth. They will dissolve when the wound is fully healed so you will not have to come back in to get them removed."

High school is a crazy place for most because everyone is not going to be popular, very athletic, or the smartest person in the classroom. Also regardless of how it looks outside looking in everyone will have a hard time in high school whether it 's an athlete trying to keep his or her grades up so they can play in the next game. Also, if it 's one of the smarter non athletic kids not making one of the sports teams because lack of athletic ability and the coach has his or her picks.

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

The lunch bell rang loudly in my ear as I packed up my materials from math class. As soon as Mrs. Millie released our class, I raced everyone else in our grade to my locker so I wouldn’t have to wait in the back. I quickly entered the combination into my lock, snatched my lunch box from the top shelf and met up with Whitney by the cafeteria doors to get a good table that wasn’t in the back corner where we normally sat.

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.

“Started from the bottom now were here”is a lyric from Drake and Drake got to where he is by accepting his first opportunity. Had Drake not chosen that option he wouldn 't have gotten to the top. Drake jumped at his opportunity like a kangaroo and made a living out of it.In the same way, Drake took his opportunities one should embrace all of their opportunities.When an opportunity presents itself, one should embrace it.

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

When I started high school I felt like I did not belong here. High school was very different from my middle school. Some of my teachers tried to tell me how high school was going to be like for all of us in the moment I believed them but the only advice I valued was my older brothers. “No one is really going to help you or give you direction. In fact, the odds are against you.” -robert greene I picked this quote because teachers are not going to going to hold you hand throughout high school. Their just their just their to teach the students who want to make it in life and some do not care if you pass or not.