My Experience In High School-Personal Narrative

When I was in late elementary school, I like to play sports at recess, such as kickball, touch football, and basketball, even though I wasn’t very at them. In 4th and 5th grade, I was one of two girls who regularly played, but in middle school I was the only one. At first, the boys would rarely pass to me, but eventually I proved myself. Once, a boy in my class was unhappy that a couple of girls wanted to join a football game. The girls said that they had let me play, but he replied that I didn’t count because I could catch a football.

The ground that we were standing on was rough and slippery. I knew that one of us were going to fall. Everybody was good at the game in one way, some of my friends were slow but

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.

they thought my stories were so cool even though they were all bull shit. we ate lunch and had a great time on the bus then we arrived and the middle school field``. we were walking too our locker room and the other team walked right passed us and i saw him, the big boy. he was 20 pounds heavier and two inches taller

My heart was beating a thousand times a minute I was thrilled. I was starting to gain confidence in myself and in my game. About 3 months later our winter practicing began on the way there my dad told me, “No matter what happens out there, just remember it's about having fun.” As I came into practice I was greeted by the familiar faces that were at the tryout. The first thing we did was throwing with a partner.

In this case the place I called home. My home was in Inglewood close to the Forum. Because I said I lived there that meant I was definitely related to someone who was African American or Mexican and had to be ghetto. So when I spoke about my home or was ever brought up.

And after a Mile of walking, we would be there. When we got to the brick we scaned are cards. And we went to the gym and there are Two sides one for daycare kids , and one for people to play basketball , so the other court Was open, so me and my brother went to that court because it was less crowded. So we played for about an hour, and then the daycare kids came in, so , so me and my brother Where kicked off that court.

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.

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

I wish I could go back to kindergarten. “The same boys who got detention in elementary school for beating the crap out of people are now rewarded for it. They call it football.” Laurie Halse Anderson. High school is a rough place like elementary with testosterone and steroids. It’s extremely fast paced and people won’t slow down for you nor anyone else either.

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

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.

Growing up, people would always ask "what do you want to be when you grow up?" flash-forward to senior year of high school where the most common question asked became “where are you going to college?” Time was flying by and although I had a pretty good idea on where I wanted to attend in the fall, when I was accepted to all of my top choices, the decision became a challenge. Strangely enough Xavier University of Louisiana was the last school I applied to. It was nowhere on my radar until I did my research.

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

Personal Narrative Essay Believe it or not, sometimes a gracious action can bring a huge influence on a person. When I read the introduction that instructor Heller wrote, there is a sentence she wrote: “Sometimes the most influential moments in our lives are smaller moments, events that we may not recognize as influential until years after the experience.” For some reason, I related to it strongly. My story is about my high school experience. Also, I will share some significant moments in my life, and how these smaller moments changed my personality.