Personal Narrative: John Edgar Howard Elementary School

She says, “…in an overcrowded and unhappy home, it’s incredibly easy for any child to slip away. The high levels of frustration, depression and anger in my house made my brother and me invisible” (Barry 857). Barry describes how throughout her early life she learned how to cope with her situation of being neglected by her own parents. She mentions that she would always go to school a couple of hours earlier to play on the playground and talk with the janitor at the school. For Barry, school was where she would feel secure and it would help her escape from all that she went through at home.

Since countless schools start early in the morning, it forces students to wait in almost pitch-black conditions for the school bus. After Sandra Himmel, school superintendent, pushed back her school’s start times, she saw drastic changes, “These include safety concerns. Having the youngest children in the district waiting for buses before the sun comes up is hardly an appealing situation...children 's safety concerns are uppermost in parents ' minds”(“Give Start Times a Chance). With the uncertainties of today, there should be no question as to why parents are afraid to leave their children out in the dark of the morning, waiting for the school bus. Since early school start times have already proven to cause depression and anxiety among students, it is common that because of it, suicidal thoughts can generate as well.

Freshman year came along and I wanted to attend Sullivan High School. I wanted to come back to my hometown, I was just missing the people I started it all out with in the beginning. My dad and I had all of the paperwork finished already to go for me to attend Sullivan High School in August, but my mom refused and wouldn’t budge to let me go. She didn’t want me going to Sullivan, she wanted me to stay with all of my new friends I had made at Owensville. She thought my best bet would be to stay and proceed to go to OHS.

That then leads to a really good relationship. A few months of training for basketball, being focused, being under the radar, going unnoticed for so long, he finally was able to try out for the team. The coach walked in and he realized that it was Elizabeth the same girl he 's been in a relationship with. He knew she was an unemployed basketball coach and personal trainer, but didn 't know she got a job.

The fact that these two events coincide, perfectly describes how closely my life has been connected to basketball. As the child of a college basketball coach, I have fond memories of time spent in the gym from an early age, whether it was dreaming of being as incredible as the guys on the court or

This was a big step for me, I was really getting out of my comfort zone. I did not know the guys that were older than me and I did not really talk to any of them either. So I was kind of going in blind but the coach was Dave Lange and he was a great coach who believed in me and helped me with my skills and helped improve basketball intelligence.

It is a cloudy morning in Frisco, TX a small city thirty miles north of Dallas. I had just arrived from Amman, Jordan two month ago and I have been going to school for a month now. I hear my mom calling me to wake me up like an alarm clock “BASHAR WAKE UP, YOU’RE GOING TO BE LATE AGAIN TO SCHOOL” I act like I didn’t hear anything and cover myself under the sheets of the bed and went back to sleep. I never liked school, Growing up I never thought to myself that going to school and obtaining a degree is the best way to secure my future and to be successful.

Helping the people around me has definitely always been one of my top priorities because I have always been taught to take time out of each day to give to others. I believe that self-discipline is one of the biggest keys to success in college because college is a time when a person starts finding who they are. In high school, I have always made time to study and work and I believe that the limits that I have set for myself have prepared me for the rigors of

Going back to school has always been on my mind but never a priority. I allowed other life distractions to interfere. After what seems like years of trying to find my identity and motivation, I have finally decided to go back to school to better not only my life but my daughter’s as well. Being a single mother of one, I want my daughter to see that not only your skill set, but a college degree is a great way to start your career and meet the expectations you set for yourself. The expectations I have for myself are finishing my Bachelor’s Degree in Business Management and eventually finishing with my MBA in Human Resources.

Moving from one school to another is hard but moving from one continent to another is harder. At the age of 11, my mom and stepdad gathered up all our stuff and flew my family to the USA. I had to leave everything behind and live this new life. I was very nervous to start my first day of seventh grade in Sherrard Jr. High but the people here were very welcoming.

I was lost. Friends were not at my disposal. Time was in abundance. Thoughts was all i had. Freshman through Christmas break of my sophomore year I attended Berks Catholic High School, but before that I graduated from a feeder school named Scared Heart School.

I had one defining experience that really showed my transition from childhood to adult hood. I had the fantastic opportunity to participate in a residential high school, the South Carolina Governor's School for the Arts and Humanities, and the first year I had attended this school was my junior year. Going there I had known what I was required of both academically and artistically because I had already attended both of the summer intensives that they provided for my vocal performance. But my junior year is when I had experienced this change into my adult life and when I had left behind my childhood.

I was still in Bookman Road Elementary school my 4th grade year, I had the same teacher who taught me for my 3rd grade year Mrs. Tammie Hunter and had the same best friends. When I ended my 4th grade year at Bookman Road I was told I’m going to a different school; being young I was very confused but when the new school year started I then realized what my mother meant by a different school. That morning when school was starting I was excited, I’m going to my favorite school around my friends I felt like my 5th grade year was going to be the best year but that didn’t happen. When I was going to get ready I noticed a blue collared shirt and a plaid skirt, I was thinking to myself Bookman never had clothing like this it was a public school we

During middle school, I experienced many fun activities, including sports, entertainment, band ,and learning. Since the first day I came here, and the last day I will ever be walking through these walls. When I came here, I was scared of walking through those doors that gateways to the middle school. My dad was next to me, I didn't want to leave his side. As I walked, tears filled in both my father and I. Once I got in, I couldn’t look back.

All my life, I have I lived in Texas and considered it my home; however, I have a difficult time pinpointing exactly where “home” is, considering I’ve moved four times. I am more of a displaced resident than anything else. Being exposed to many different communities and circles of friends, I’ve been forged into the resilient person I am today. At Faubion Elementary in Austin, I didn’t have any real friends there, and consequently, barely remember attending.