Personal Narrative: My Senior Year

The beginning of the Highs School year,was a new experience for me,because of begin alone in the school without knowing nobody, not knowing the language and have zero knowledge of the academic level i need it to have in order to graduate, on the mid senior year of high school,i got a call from the counselor Mr.Calume,he told me that, in order to graduate i need it to pass 4 states exams that can be only due 2 times per year semester,and i was in my last semester of high school,so the chances of me passing those test were low for me.

I was hospitalized for over a week and missed a significant amount of school. Due to procedures and multiple appointments, I had missed around seventy days in one year. Even though I had a 504 Plan that excused my absences, I was still stressed. Getting an education has always been extremely important to me and being behind upset me. I had an abundance of work that needed to be done and I pushed through. There were many times that I convinced myself that I was going to fail, but I was determined to finish. At the end of the year, received straight A 's, another standard that I wanted to hold myself to at the time. Since then, I have worked hard to maintain my grades despite my health. I eventually found the balance between my health issues and

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. Not being able to keep up with my classes lead me to having to take incompletes in a couple of my classes and making them up at a later date. Through my freshman and sophomore year I struggled to heal and spent most of my time with doctors rather than teachers at school. Once my junior year came, I started to return to my old self and began being able to handle

A time when I was faced with a significant challenge, but learned to overcome it was sophomore and junior year in history. History has always seem to be the class I tend to struggle in, no matter who I sit next to or how many notes I take. Sophomore as time when on to second semester I realized I wasn’t doing well; I was procrastinating with homework, not doing well on test, and stated to pay less attention in class. I got a D for the first semester and when I saw that on my report card I knew I had to change something. I realized history need to become a much higher priority. I started paying more attention in class, studying for test, and making sure to finish all my homework as soon as I can and not leaving it for last minute. My friend

I believe the efforts we do not make in prior life can be mistakes or setbacks for our future goals. At the time, we may lack knowledge which could help us reach goals that we did not know we wanted in prior years. For me, this goal was to be a member of the Incarnate Word High School National Honor Society. I met all but one of the requirements which was to maintain an average of 94 or higher. As a freshman, I thought this was out of reach for me and pointless to work toward so I decided to put NHS out of my sight. I did not realize my potential as a young scholar; in doing so, I set myself back academically. My priorities were set on understanding the hectic schedule instead of the vigorous goals that I have now.

I could no longer afford to pay my cell phone bill because I had ran out of funds. Unfortunately, my phone had been turned off, After one month, I knew my family started to worry about me so I called one of my aunt to let her know I was fine. She said she was very worried and she even called campus safety and they told her to email me. Then, she offered to pay my phone bill so that my line could be turn on, I told her not to bothered because my phone is broken. I did not want to talk to anybody about what I was going through, I was miserable, I hated myself. At the end of of the semester, I knew I was going to be suspended because I knew how I performed. I wanted to run away, I did not want to return to my home.

In 2006 I moved to California with my parents, to pursue the American Dream that was dreamed by every foreigner It was seen as a great way to escape the danger and poverty we faced everyday in Peru. When we finally got here, the american dream was a myth, and working hard barely got you anywhere. Since day 1 both my parents have worked more than 40 hours a week to get food on the table, and the table back in Peru. They both support their parents and siblings financially, meaning there is no aid for me here. I wake up to do everything by myself, cook, clean, go to school, and especially homework. The workload from school kept getting harder each year, and it got worse during the start of high school. When I first arrived back from my first day of 9th grade I had to annotate a poem written by Shakespeare. As I sat down to do the homework I realized I didn 't know what annotating meant. I asked my parents for help and they didn’t even knew who Shakespeare was. The same routine happened everyday, it 's even happening now as I ask for advice on how to apply for college. No answer.

Individuality is a trait that everyone believes they possess, but more specifically is a trait that I have fully embodied. Throughout my entire life, I have always been drawn to everything that was deemed as different or even unlikable to others. At the age of only 11, I began to dye my hair a spectrum of colors, wore ridiculous suspenders and horrendous socks. Admittedly, it was a bit wild and semi-embarrassing looking back at yearbook pictures, but in those moments, I was having the time of my life being able to entirely express myself and even helping friends along the way to truly be comfortable with themselves just as I was. While there is a multitude of traits that distinguish me from the rest, individualism is the root of not only being

It was the middle of my Junior year as a high school student when I began losing myself. Every day tasks such as simply getting out of bed, eating, and talking about my feelings became harder and harder. I was no longer the passionate, positive, cheery Kelsy that my peers and teachers alike had grown to love. Instead I was quite, in hopes to avoid anxiety attacks, which were so embarrassing and physically painful. I found myself just going through the cycles to get by. Instead of living life, I was merely existing. I didn't even recognize myself, nor feel like myself. I grew very ill. When I looked in the mirror I saw what resembled a ghost. I was eventually diagnosed with severe depression and anxiety. After the diagnoses, I was placed into "Good Sheppard" due to my unhealthy ways of coping. Good Sheppard is a place for people suspected to be suicidal. But, this is not a sad story. Rather the total opposite; a story of how I learned the most crucial things in my life up to this point. And most importantly, I found myself.

When people see me walking through the halls of school, or walking down the street they may see me as an underachiever, or even a slacker; if they had seen me last year or the year before perhaps they would have been right. My Freshman and Sophomore year I struggled to pass many of my classes. I had begun to give up on anything school related for the purpose of "enjoying my youth while I still could". Back in November of my Freshman year my Uncle Gary passed away suddenly of a heart attack which made me begin to realize the importance of living a full life and doing what is important to you. To tell the truth, I despise the idea of becoming someone who works in an office for the entirety of their life in a dead

Why do I want to be in the Criminal Justice Program? I want to be in this program because I personally think it is a great experience. That it is something that you get a lot out of. Now I will be honest I did not really know what to write in this essay but the more I thought about it, I thought about my dreams. Who I wanted to become and what I wanted to do with my life. Many people go through rough patches in there life, and maybe some people do not but I did. In 8th grade I moved to Kenowa Hills Middle School where I wanted a fresh start. Meet new people and teachers. It honestly went great and i thought my life was going in the right direction. I started to hang out with the wrong people, but at the time I did not know that or see that in my own eyes.

“Nope”, the answer would slip off the tip of my tongue whenever the question, “Are you thinking of going to a Christian college?” was directed at me. By my freshmen year of high school, I felt emotionally stretched thin and constrained by the small Christian school I commuted to for 8 years. It was set in my head that I would not attend a Christian college. However, after my turbulent journey through anxiety in my freshmen year, I came to understand the importance of being part of Christian community.

Junior year was a total of 180 days of trials and turbulence. From the lowest of lows in my Junior year of high school to the highest of highs in my entire high school career. A roller coaster would underestimate the ups and downs. I was the new girl starting my first year as a Junior at Konawaena. As nervous as I was about not fitting in to my class before graduation, I felt comfortable within the volleyball community. I know the sport as if it is part of me. I wouldn't say I am the best, but volleyball is my passion.

A day I will never forget was the day that I graduated high school. All the emotions were overwhelming and hard to handle sometimes. It was hard to accept that one of the biggest chapters in my life was about to be over and I was about to start an even bigger one. Just the thought of not knowing what I was supposed to do with the rest of my life made the last little bit of my senior year, very stressful. I then found out that not knowing and being undecided was perfectly okay and I was ready to begin my freshman year at Saint Petersburg College.

School is one of the most memorable moments you will experience in your life, are those moments when you find a second family in your life called “classmates”, they start being strangers to classmates, classmates to friends and friends to brothers and sisters, you spent every single day of your life for more or less 2 years of your life that you start to know them more than anybody.