Personal Narrative: My High School Placement

In the mist of one of my games I was unknowingly struck with a concussion but continued to play the game. Two months had gone by before I was able to fully return to school. Overwhelmed with all the material I had missed, I simply struggled in returning. Test, quizzes, and homework from various classes began to conquer my confidence in a successful year. I soon accepted the false thoughts that consumed my determination, I had given up on the year not even half way through it.

Returning to school is one of the most life changing things I have ever done for myself. After high school, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Therefore, for a year and a half I stumbled through life trying to figure out what to do. How was I supposed to get a job if I did not have any experience? Luckily, I managed to land a job as a camp counselor, but something was still missing.

To Write Well or to Not Write Well In the article The Writing Revolution by Peg Tyre, the far too common unfortunate example of a school system failing to equip its students with the proper writing skills necessary to be successful students is examined. While this failure is a phenomenon that ails students worldwide, I was fortunate enough to receive a high school education that excelled in this area and helped prepare me for college and beyond. The first method my school used was to assign mandatory writing assignments every week, which forced me to practice repeatedly and prefect the skill.

Not only did it put stress on student it also pressure the teacher because if any student was to fail it would put the teacher in the line of question why the student wasn’t able to pass. Now think about standardized testing in a work environment. Picture it you come in to work every day on time do all the project your manger assign you. You’re the ideal employee and after three year they make you take a one test and you don’t pass the test by a few point. Now that promotion you were in line to get goes right out the window along with all the other effort you put in the previous 3 years.

When I first started Unity high school I was nervous high school was going to be rough and hard to make friends but I 've been enjoying high school so far in freshman year. The biggest fear for me in high school was that there were going to be little bit of people to hang out with. This freshman year I have not joined any clubs but sophomore year I would consider joining clubs. This freshman year I don 't think I 've changed much from middle school

This really made me feel down, as just the year before, I was the 2nd overall chair in my class. For a few weeks, my confidence really wavered; However, with the encouragement of some upperclassmen, I eventually decided to move on to the next thing. All-Region, the real deal was only a month away. By using my failure as motivation, I discovered a work-ethic I never knew I had, practicing more than I had before. Every day, I would get back home and the first thing that was on my mind was practicing the trombone.

The teacher was Mrs. Peterson, and I had a bunch of my good friends in the class. After the first day, I could tell this was not going to be a good class. First off, like I said, I could not keep my mouth shut. I would always be trying to talk to Zach, Dylan, or basically anyone. Mrs. Peterson tried everything, she moved me spots multiple times,

Throughout my life, I truly believed that I was amazing at writing due to the grades I received on my essays in the English class. I thought it would be totally impossible not to be enrolled into Honors English my freshman year. However, the impossible became possible, and I was placed into regular English which devastated me. This made me seek revenge towards the school, to show them the mistake that they had committed, so I set up a goal to be accepted into Honor English 2 my sophomore year. To this day, I remember the anxiety flowing through me as I received my sophomore schedule from the school staff.

Mrs. Spooner, my fourth grade teacher, took me aside and ask me about if I actually was reading the books or not. As we both discussed, she knew I could read, but did not know I was not understanding the material. We decided to tutor every Monday after school. I would read a book paragraph by paragraph, and once I was done reading one paragraph out loud, I would have

Whenever I was in the eighth grade I was put into a few classes with a teacher I knew that I was not going to like. The first day of school I walked the dreadful walk to her classroom after science class and knew that Mrs. Jackson was going to be horrible. I was never really the student who had to study throughout middle school, so whenever I was put into Honors English, I just knew that I had set myself up for failure. Mrs. Jackson was one of those teachers who loved her job, you could see it in the way she smiled, she loved the way that a book could change someones

During elementary school, I rarely struggled with the difficulty or workload. When I tested in and attended Whitney M. Young Magnet High School for 7th grade, I was soon overwhelmed by the stress and workload. Because of how independent I was in grade school, I struggled with figuring out how to lessen the stress and deal with it. I rarely approached my parents, because of their lack of knowledge about my coursework. Even though my grades began to drop, I continued to believe that I could handle it on my own.

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.

My entire life has been me looking forward. Always looking forward and rarely looking back. Learning from past occurrences and planning the next; I have been a sure handed planner all my life. When I was younger my maturity of very advanced for my age, therefore I only had a select few friends. This helped me keep a level head and remain focused.

For me, literacy has always been a problem to this day I am still learning how to speak, and write using proper literacy. Literacy is not just reading and writing, anyone can do that but the ability to understand such things, to comprehend them that is, true literacy. My development for literacy has always been a struggle as I have spoken about before. I had a speak impediment when I was younger which used me to go into different classes which took me away from formal English classes.

“You guys ready?” , my mom asked us as she closed the moving truck and hops in the front seat. As I load my bag in the truck, I remember facing the continuous struggles of moving. Growing up, I constantly moved from state to state, and being so young in the processes just caused a lot of stress in my life.