Personal Narrative: My Middle And High School Career

Threw out my high school career, I have been at Camelback High School within the Montessori program that is relatively new to the school. I wake up early (around 5am) and take the bus everyday to school because I choose not to drive. I have thought about quitting more than once, but decided to stay because I strive for completion. I also pride myself on my honesty. The truth is I always do the bare minimum but I also attempt the extra mile whenever

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. I felt as if I should have stayed in middle school. I did not feel that I fit in with the rest of my peers not physically or mentally, aside from maturing I needed to work on getting fully comfortable with myself before I would be able to expose myself to others. You are so much more to me than just my mom, you are my best friend. Mom you are the

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.

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.

There isn’t much I remember from elementary school, I never thought anything I did before jr high really mattered. However there is one thing I won’t be able to forget about. Not because it was particularly significant to me, but because it was significant to my father who always brings it up. I’m sure if he hadn’t reminded me of it so frequently I would’ve forgot about it a long time ago.

Warren awoke to the buzzing sound of his alarm--6:30 in the morning. He threw his tan comforter blanket to the wall and slid out of bed. He walked heavier than an elephant across his wooden floor to the kitchen. His mother was making his everyday breakfast--two buttermilk waffles and a small glass of milk. He ravaged it to the last crumb. Right after, he got up, dropped his dishes in the sink and went off to brush his teeth and get dressed. Sloppy as ever he got through it. Man, he just wanted the school week to end, and the school year--only a month and a half left. But today won’t help him at all--a big test awaited him. He grabbed his backpack and his lunch, slouched out the door, said goodbye to his mother, and started walking down the street to the bus stop.

In the duration of my middle school years, I maintained excellent grades, except I had just one issue that held me back from a satisfying life. That issue was the fact that friends came very hard to me in my middle school years. Before my struggles at my middle school, Trafton, I had a very productive social life in the Elementary school I attended, Roberts Elementary. Here, it was very easy to make friends and have a great social life, since no hard work was required as a kid. Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me.

Middle school was an extremely rough time for me. I was bullied constantly. I was like the figurative punching bag of the school (I was never physically harmed). This eventually made me leave the public school system and go to a completely different Catholic High School. I picked the one High School in the area that nobody from my old school was going to. I completely left that and cut contact with almost everyone from there. I had to start completely new, I knew absolutely nobody.

I hated it. Everything about it made me want to run away. The students, the teachers, my classes, just everything. I sat alone in lunch and I had no friends to hang around with. I got bullied. I was a girl who had just moved out of Canada to New York. I was small, chubby, had glasses, and I wasn’t as attractive as most middle schoolers. I tried to fit in but, it caused me to get bullied even more. Finally, I had the chance to switch schools,

Everyone has had someone close pass away. Well in my case, it was my best friend Ethan. He pass away in 2013 from a mistake by the doctor.I know that he always wanted me happy, but that wasn’t always the case when he first was gone. let me tell you about our mind boggling years with Ethan.

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.

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. The years prior to my high school career were a blur of looking onward and imagining my life outside of the chains of community schools. Therefore, I was prepared to be out of high school before I even entered high school.

I hated school, so much that I would stay home often. But that strong hatred ended when I came to middle school. Most people hated middle school, but not me, I loved middle school. The new environment helped me meet my best friend, Delia. Delia, unlike me, is someone who isn’t afraid to make new friends. When I first saw Delia, I had a strong feeling in my gut that we would be friends, I just didn’t know how. We first met when we were in the library with one of our other friends. Delia and I had a few of the same friends, but we weren’t friends at the time. Our friend introduced me to Delia and I felt nervous, I wanted to be friends with her, she seemed nice. Our other friend had to leave the library, leaving me with Delia.

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. They told me that isolating the problem would give me strength. It didn’t. I was scared that people would judge me because I wasn’t perfectly healthy like everyone else.

Often times in a society where every aspect of life is dictated for you it is hard to find acceptance. In middle school I was beat up on a routine basis so most days I ate my lunch outside behind a wall. I had only one friend and even he didn’t hang out with me much. It wasn’t until I decided to come to cyber that I found a place where I fit in.