Personal Narrative: Moving To 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.

Although I personally feel like I have accomplished a fair amount for my age it was definitely not easy There were many hardships faced on my journey which started freshman year in my second semester and sophomore year it began with my parents arguing a lot after my grandparents died which we were very close to they would argue all the time in front of my little sister and I so during school that 's all I thought about because I wanted to make sure my parents stayed together which led to my grades dropping, forcing me to fall behind which made me not strive to get the grades I

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 also provoked my emotions, because it’s never okay for anyone to think of themselves as “dumb” or “stupid”. This stereotype of people is the reason why we have so many hurtful and harmful people in our world. If we stop setting these examples and start sitting positive ones, we will surely live in a better place. It is difficult to understand the reason why so many people in this world are too embarrassed about how they look, think, or talk. We are taught to behave and act certain ways that may not be “normal” for others, and the result is teasing and bullying.

It did, however, drive me to break out of the worn down shell I was in and become plenty better at socializing as no one knew who I was and there wasn’t my mom or older brother to talk for me. Especially after my first relationship ended during sophomore year, leading me to get a better grip of who I was, what I didn’t like, and what I needed to change. I dyed my hair red and can confirm that blondes do not have more fun, I started to really put effort into band and landed a flute solo in last year’s Christmas concert and a spot in Troy’s SEUS honor band. Needless to say, Nicki Minaj would be proud of

By the time I entered middle school, I had greatly improved my English speaking, reading, and writing. I learned to embrace my accent, and take pride in my Hispanic heritage. I still can't believe how much I have grown as a person in the last 9 years. The struggles that I endured growing up, strengthened and prepared me for the future challenges I am yet to face. I will be a first-generation college student next fall, and I know that I will be successful because I have always been able to overcome the obstacles I face.

One of the proudest moments of my life came in 2012 when I received my Associate of Arts degree and graduated as the class valedictorian. I realize that for some people earning a two year degree may seem like no big deal, but the fact that I did it while incarcerated at San Quentin made it extraordinary for me. Before coming to prison, I had failed at my two previous attempts at junior college without earning a single unit. It would take getting locked up and separated from society,before I 'd start to buckle down. I was 33-years old when I completed my first Coastline College course in Geology and received an A.

High school has impacted my life in so many ways. High School taught me so many things, from personal relationships to creating a relationship with my education. As a freshman, I made a huge amount of mistakes and I regret doing foolish things, but I’ve realized, I was only maturing into the young adult I am today. Freshman year, I was out of focus and I was only trying to find myself. I would also prioritize other things and ignore my parent’s advice, where they would tell me to focus in school and give it my full attention.

My life before FCCLA, I would ditch class or not even come to school at all. I didn’t care about my grades, and I wasn’t thinking about my future. I got into a lot of trouble because of the choices that I decided to make. I also got involved with the wrong group of people. During that time, I was cyberbullied and bullied by people that made me believe that they were my friends.

After leaving Jewish day school in the sixth grade and moving to a public school, I struggled to maintain my connection to my faith. It was difficult for me to return to synagogue on Saturdays, as there was a social pressure to make connections with new friends, and manage the new workload. Slowly but surely, I saw the parts of made me Jewish fade into the background. In the seventh grade, I had an enlightening conversation with my grandmother, who suggested I take part in the Ivry Prozdor program at the Jewish Theological Seminary, where my grandfather had received his rabbinical degree. On Sunday mornings, I engaged in fascinating classes on Jewish law, heritage, history as well as conversation Hebrew language. I have studied at Prozdor every

Making It Through High School While Becoming A Young Adult 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. Well, my first piece of advice is you can 't let everything people say get to you by being very stoic about situations.

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.

As high school went on, the workload grew, but I also grew, so I was perfectly capable of keeping up with the work. This type of growth came rather easy to me. It was important for me to have one thing I could be confident with through all of the drama and chaos in my life. Growing in my community was not challenging thanks to the Live Algoma movement. Our community itself has experienced so much growth over the past four years, which allowed many students, including me, to grow in their community involvement as well.

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.

The funny thing about life is that everyone "knows" it's unexpected, but you don't actually understand it until you experienced it first hand.