Personal Narrative: My Trip To High School

I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out. It was the day of gym. There was basketballs and volleyballs. As far as in the corner it could be, there was tetherball. I thought it would be fun to go and join them. Try and make friends, but it was not like that for them. The ball came around to the girls’ side and Boom. My face was bloody as it ever could be. My glasses were thrown off my face, my eyes were starting to bruise and finally, I could barely see out of my eyes. It went on for weeks after weeks.

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.

I am white female and raised in the early 80’s, I went to Longwood High school and as most of us know it’s a very diverse school district. A lot of the teenager’s romantic relationship were interracial and it was pretty much expected. Other students wouldn’t think much of it because it was so common. The older generations (grandparent and parents) disliked the whole interracial couple thing because they are stuck in living the old school lifestyle which whites and blacks date/marry their own ethical race. For the most part our society is still stuck in this mind frame to this day. I remember when I would date a guy that wasn’t the same race as me, I would have to hide the relationship from my parents and if he was to ever come around my parents’

My middle school experience has been filled with many ups and down. In fact, one could even say that my middle school experience has been pretty mediocre. I dealt with stress and made stupendous memories throughout my years here, but while being in the middle school I have truly discovered who I really am. Middle school can be a challenging place at times, but I have really discovered myself and morals that are important to me. In sixth grade, I was dealing with the transition of being a new middle school student. In seventh grade, I began making more memories socially and really began recognizing my academic strength and weaknesses. In eighth grade, my year was filled with stress over academic challenge. Overall, I have experienced many changes in my life throughout these past three years, including becoming more mature, being a risk taker, and learning the importance

Beep, beep, beep, beep, bee- “Ugh,” I groaned. It was Wednesday morning and I had a big math final today. I got up out of bed and went to go open my white curtains, that hung low to my floor. The sun welcomed my face with a warm, bright embrace. Trying to avoid stepping over my school books and clothes, which are currently sunbathing on my dark hardwood floor, I went to go check my phone in bed. I saw nothing unusual, a bunch of Snapchat notifications, couple texts from my boyfriend, messages from my friends, some pictures that I was tagged in; the usual. After looking through and answering them I checked the time, 6:04 am, then went to go get ready for school, of course, with some music. After getting dressed, doing my makeup, and freshening up, I grabbed my keys and my ID then headed to the bus stop.

Many choices, a lot of responsibilities and nevertheless the consequences. The one thing that jumps out on me when i think about life in the future is that i want to be successful. Its either you 're eager to learn or dumm away with something you 're not interested in. Who i want to be, it 's not going to take two years or so, i probably won 't accomplished who i want to be in such little years i have yet to live, i want to make a difference. Die with my name still living.

I was sitting in the Doctor Who covered room, looking at the confusing, empty schedule, I had 30 minutes to fill in my life for the next year. Junior High. I am going into seventh grade. I thought of a younger me, walking through the halls of Webster, thinking, "I 'm a second grader now". But, she has a long way to go. And I do too. One year later, I 've only kept 2 friends, and gain many more. I must have chosen right, by luck, one year ago. Yet, I have another empty page, 30 minutes, and life to

Entering high school my freshman year, many things were new to me, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to get involved in as a student. The only thing I was sure of was that I was going to play high school soccer. I’d been playing soccer since I was about 8 years old, and finally having the ability to play for the high school I grew up watching was exhilarating. My main goal going into the soccer program was that I wanted to make the varsity soccer team by my senior year in high school- my brother had been a former varsity player, and I greatly wanted to fill his shoes and leave my mark at the school. Throughout my four years in the program, that was my main focus, but I was happy to discover that I was also making friends along the way. Although

In my life, I was witness a lot of events, scene, and moment happened to me. But, I never forgot the first day that I went to high school in America. I came to America in April 2011, but until Mid-August, I could go to school. That’s day, I cannot forgot it. It was such a terrible day. My sister and I went to school at 7:20 am, then we going to cafeteria to pick up a schedule. We do not know where is cafeteria at or anything, we just following people walking. In school, I meet new schools, new people from a different country and gather in America, and everything new to me. I feel very strange and it not belongs to me. I am going to pick up my schedule and starting to look my class. My schedule is English, Math, General Science and World History.

During middle school, I experienced many fun activities, including sports, entertainment, band ,and learning. Since the first day I came here, and the last day I will ever be walking through these walls. When I came here, I was scared of walking through those doors that gateways to the middle school. My dad was next to me, I didn't want to leave his side. As I walked, tears filled in both my father and I. Once I got in, I couldn’t look back. I was scared, and pretty much lost, but as the day went by, I tried finding my way, and learning the whole building. As the weeks and months went by, I soon started seeing how friendly everyone was, my teachers were all nice and amazing. I started noticing middle school wasn’t that bad as other people

There was no warning, no dramatic police report, nothing that resembled the movies I watched growing up. I shouldn 't have been surprised, seeing how Yuba City was so insignificant to the rest of the world, but I suppose deep in my heart I was disappointed.

Service is what I love to do. Throughout my high school experience, I have had the opportunity to work in my community which has lead to many rewarding experiences. I have been an active member and Vice President of Latinos in Action (LIA). In LIA, I have had the extraordinary chance to work not only with Hispanic students, but our larger community. We worked with Westvale, West Jordan, and Riverside elementary schools; tutoring students with their assignments and homework. In my sophomore and junior year, LIA and I picked a date around the end of the school year and had a bus drop us off at the canal, we walked back to school while picking up tons of trash in our neighborhood. In addition, in December, we created a project called “Hats for

The walk to the airport security was fast and we seemed to get there within a second. Clutching my ticket, I could feel my face getting red and my eyes puffing up. My mom stood in front of me, looking at me like I was about to take on the world. As she pulled me in for a big goodbye hug the tears came in full force. I quickly turned away from her and ran to the security line. The check point man looked in a way that said “pull yourself together”. Head down I proceeded through security. The plane started up and I realized this was the first time I was alone and completely on my own.

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.

I check my watch as I race to catch my first ever Austin Metro bus home. My