Personal Narrative: My Freshman Year Of High School

After meeting with my older brother, we told my mom and then asked my dad to leave the house. I didn't talk to my dad for the next several months. But on Father’s Day, he showed up at the house while my mom was out. He locked us in and told us that he was going to take care of us now and that my mother was the one who would be kicked out. I told my siblings to get out and then I tried to talk my dad down.

In my first three years of high school, I have had many struggles that have taken me on a different track than what I expected. My freshman year I had received four concussions. Some of these were sports related while others just happening by accident. These accidents left me missing tons of school and made me fall behind. Classes were hard to keep up with mentally as well as emotionally.

I always made sure, with the reassurance of my parents, that I had the best grades possible and I went to school everyday because I was taught education was extremely important. I have dedicated a lot of time, work and effort to maintain my 3.8 GPA. Unfortunately, my Senior year was not how I pictured

Freshman year, what an awkward time in my life coming out of middle school with my poor grades I promised myself and my parents I was going to succeed while in high school. Did I though? My grades for sure improved but I still was not putting in as much effort as I should have been. I struggled to be able to communicate with all these new faces and in a completely new school but even outside of school struggled to talk to new people.

The first day of school just ended. At first I wasn 't really that interested in school but then I found out that my classmate is Cassidy. My day went from uninteresting to interesting. I 'm really excited for the following days of this school year.

During my last year of Middle School I was diagnosed with depression. This illness caused me to discourage my abilities and it deeply affected my social skills. At the same time I was also being bullied by other kids at school. I remember silently crying every day as I walked home from the bus stop. When I was first diagnosed, the doctors told me that isolating the problem was a good thing.

I started the year fresh out of a car accident which left me with blinding headaches and back problems so bad I had to show up to school in a wheelchair at times because it hurt to walk. From the start of the year I tried very hard to work out the issues with my teachers and make up for any work I missed

In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at Kaneland Mcdole Elementary, I decided to cover for my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4.

When i got to high school i didn 't hang out with any of my old friends from elementary school or middle school. So i was lonely and spent my time in the library reading and by myself. The only time i would talk was if i knew some one in my class and then after class we wouldn 't say anything to each other. One day in my P.E. class I started talking with these group of girls because there was no boys in our class . The one girl that was kinda the leader of the group was your average snobby blond, invited me to hang out with her and her other friends at there tree at lunch.

Transcripts My freshman and sophomore years I did not do so great. Mainly in English, Math, and Science. I believe that I earned those poor grades because I wasn’t trying my hardest in those subjects, and I wasn’t paying attention in those classes. Once my father and grandmother pointed out that my bad grades will affect my future, and my ability to get a decent job I began paying more attention in all my classes, and started trying harder. Although I admit that I messed up in my past years and I have earned some unappealing grades my junior year

During my high school days, I was a really shy person. I didn’t like to talk in class because I was nervous what my classmate will say about my response, I didn’t join anything activities or sports teams and I didn 't have a lot of friends. But I knew it was something I need to overcome sooner or later. During my Sophomore year, I wanted to change who I am, so I decided to join track since I like to run. But if I didn 't join track I wouldn 't be who I am today.

Due to the excessive amount of work my father had to endure, I would always arrive to school late and I would have little to no time complete school work (which required a computer most of the time) and even train my mind for the SATs and Bio-Olympiad. It soon became clear that I was going from an AP scholar, to a high-school

I mostly had Ds and Fs throughout the. I didn’t take my homework seriously thus forcing me to attend homework help for the rest of year for honors geometry. I had a 2.9 grade point average all causing my high school years to become difficult. My goal is to get a gold sticker on my diploma due to my freshmen failures, I’m struggling to reach my goal.

During the four years that you are in high school, almost everyone will come in contact with extremely joyful and great experiences as well as a few confusing and lousy ones. I, of course, encountered both. One experience in particular that has had a lasting effect on me is my participation as both a competitive cheerleader and sideline football cheerleader during the first three years of high school. To give some backstory, I was a competitive gymnast for seven years. Once I got to high school, I discovered we did not have a gymnastics team, but my high school did have a competitive cheer team where I could tumble and compete (two things which I love) at the same time.

When I was in my sophomore year of high school I heard: “Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose” (Lyndon B Johnson). A senior, giving their farewell speech to our band program, told us to all to focus on positivity, then you will, in turn, get positive results. This stuck with me. I like to plan ahead. I tend to stress so much that I forget to look at the light and instead focus on the darkness.