Personal Narrative: My Sophomore Year Of High School

From elementary school all the way to ninth grade I was bullied on multiple occasions for not looking apart of the in crowd. I was not as skinny as everyone else, I wore purple cricked glasses, my hair was always in a bun or a braid; I had a uni-brow, and my fashion sense was immature. As the result of the way I looked during those years I was labeled as unattractive, un-dateable, and that smart weird girl. As I got older and the more I heard these things I started to see myself as unattractive.

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

Senior year of high school, the year that every person under the age of 18 longs for. I can remember mine vividly. The colors maroon and black and white were everywhere throughout our spirit filled halls. Usually most people would be able to remember there’s for positive reasons. Now don’t get me wrong, I did have a good high school experience; however this isn’t about the good times I had. I want to tell you a story about something else. A real life lesson that I learned in school, something truly beneficial to my future. My senior year of high school taught me many things, however nothing compared to what I learned when I hit rock bottom that year.

Ding! “Mom the timers done!” Anayelli rushes to the oven as if she was a Speedy Gonzalez. We all thought it would be a good idea to attack her because we wanted to get our bread fast. But since Anayelli thought differently then we all did, she decided it would be a good idea to smack our hands with a spatula. She cuts the bread and serves to all of us in a calmly manner exactly the way we didn’t want her to. Our whole family including her agreed that she would fail at working at a restaurant. I loved our family moments especially the ones that she got a chance to be in. I wish I valued those moments more when she was here. Then BOOM reality smacked me across the face and she still was truly very ill. Her face became pale as a ghost while her

A weird feeling surged through me as my friends, Gabby and Julia, and I were going to the Cheesecake Factory, but I pretended it was nothing because I couldn 't wait any longer to eat my Fettuccine Alfredo. When we arrived at the restaurant I felt in heaven because of the smell of Italian food cooking in the kitchen. Once we sat down, Gabby received a phone call. I could already sense something was wrong the second Gabby picked up the phone; my stomach was filled with butterflies that were trying to get out. “Mom what are you talking about…MOM!” Gabby said. Her face turned pale, while her eyes were widening and I could feel the room closing in on us. I never thought this day would come but now it was here right in front of us. I thought I knew what it was like to be in pain, to feel heartache and sadness. This was before I was holding my best friend sobbing in my arms when she found out her father passed away.

Freshman year was an interesting time because of all the things that happened to me. I really had few friends when I got here and my parents would talk this up to make it sound better than it actually was. Thank god i had a sister who was graduating here because she told me what it was really like. She told me it sucked your first year but you will make it and how we have a terrible cafeteria and the west just kinda sucks in general. But there are really good freshmen teachers and that is what makes it all ok. So my first day I almost missed my bus but I made it to school on time. But when I got to school I was so scared I hade science first and mr. Bailey was so cool and he had a snake in his room and when he feed it mice we all freaked

My body ached, I stopped eating and tried to stop feeling by sleeping for close to twelve hours a day. Luckily my parents, god bless their souls, fought tooth and nail with me almost every day just to get me to sit up and get out of bed never mind leave the house. In the winter of 2014, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. As time went on I was able to get treatment and by late spring I was back at school. When school ended in June of 2015 I wanted to continue on to my senior with the rest of my classmates. I wanted to move on like nothing had happened but I knew deep in my heart that I was not prepared for my senior year. For a good time after the decision to repeat my junior year, I looked at it as a failure. I hold myself to high standards and I could I not believe that I would have this “blemish” on my record. I was angry at myself for even being depressed in the first place and I felt like I had failed the basic requirements of being a human being. I held this sentiment for a long time and what helped me changed my mentality was seeing myself successful and happy at

My first year in public high school was horrific. I was not accustomed to the public education system. l felt like a plebe that the first month of my ninth grade. My math teacher, Ms. Misbah was our sergeant, commanding us to do our work. We had rules to obey in our classroom: Never talk while the teacher is talking, do your classwork and homework. We never dare to break these

Throughout my educational career I have been exposed to many different educational institutions. Since I did not grow up on an Indian Reservation I did not learn under the same circumstances or manner as Alexie so saying reading saved my life would seem to be an exaggeration. My family was uninvolved in most aspects of my schooling but I was motivated to achieve on my own. I became increasingly interested in books and would stay up into the early morning because I was so invested in what I was reading. Eventually a teacher recognized my ability for higher level thinking and recommended a magnet school. Here I was exposed to many books that encouraged rhetorical analysis with writing prompts. Because of the advanced curriculum of the magnet school I was put into advanced placement courses in High-school.

There we were almost time to go to High School, the last time I’m going to see my friends in middle school. To celebrate one last time we all are going to banquet so we can one last time of fun. Our banquet was at the Hilton Hawaiian Village where they have resturant, music, stores, beach, and a hotel where everybody is going to stay. The problem was it cost a lot of money, it was about $41 but my mom paid because she works there.

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.

As my mom woke me up at 6:00 on my first day of high school I was overwhelmed with feelings of excitement and dread. As I put on my new white shirt and crisp plaid shorts, I couldn’t help but reflect on everything in my life that had lead me to my first day of high school at St. Thomas More. After eating my cheerios for breakfast, I went outside where my neighbor Katherine and her mom were waiting to pick me up. The carline went on for miles and miles, but we still arrived to school promptly at seven. As I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t wait to see how my first day of high school would go.

In middle school, the graduating eighth grade class from my school attended Gradventure at Universal Studios. I had gone through three years of middle school and made a ton of friends. I was happy to be going to Universal for the first time ever with my best friends and favorite teachers. Of course, I had high hopes for the famous park – The Wizarding World of Harry Potter, Jurassic Park, Marvel’s Superhero Island and The Mummy – each stemmed from famous movies and books which left me excited.

I have always had a hard time expressing my emotions. I never want anyone to see what is really going on inside. I always have just gotten over what I am feeling and moved on. As my problems became more and more complicated I began to always feel anxious and sad. At this point in time my mother and I weren 't as close as we are now. When I thought I had hit my lowest point, I kept it to myself. I knew my mother already had her own issues and I didn 't believe what I was feeling was a big deal.

My first day of high school as a freshmen in a new level of education Is what I was thinking when I woke from slumber that morning in bed. Stepping foot on the campus wasn’t even the beginning, taking the school bus in the morning is where the first taste of being a freshmen and actually starting and being an high school student. I started to get really nervous and a sense of reality hit me. Walking towards the bus stop all I see is a huge group of high school students waiting around for the bus, calm and cool as I try to stay to be I approach the waiting area not knowing what to I’m getting into. This surge of anxiety