Personal Narrative: UCLA High School

He gains peace and his willingness to accept Big Brother. This is proven when “[t]wo gin-tears trickled down the side of his nose. But it was all right, every-thing was alright, the struggle was finished. He has won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother” (298).

Janet Arlene Stroup, at the age of 79, has quite a few stories about her days in school, and lucky for me, she was happy to share them. Janet attended Evendale Grade School from first grade to eighth grade. Every morning she walked two miles to school with her five younger siblings. At the beginning of the day, someone would ring the bell on top of the school and the children had to begin coming in from playing outside. If they weren’t in their seats by the second bell, they were marked tardy.

On Wednesday, February 1, 2017, Chino Hills High School was out of power, resulting all the students got released early. I walked into the school campus about to sit at the normal table that I wait at. I usually get to school thirty minutes early because of traffic. I did notice something was off when I sat down. The area where I sat was a bit darker than usual.

Over the years, Nando went back up to the crash site to visit his mother and sister graves. His dad tries to go there at least once every year and visit the graves as

As soon as the people started walking out of the courtroom, we all embraced Darry in a big hug. I knew then how it must have been for Darry when he lost me. After we were all reunited, we headed home without a fear in our minds. I guess we were just glad that we were back together, because I knew that there would be troubles along the way, but for now everything was golden.

Everyone loves the story of a sports hero, no one is going to work out that it’s fake.” “Now we have to leave soon because we have to get to the Arcadian hall and I need to make some adjustments to your speech.” The two of them walk out of the building when they are approached by a young boy. The boy asks for a photo and an autograph which Michael happily accepts.

So, after an agonizing twenty minutes of receiving compliments by strangers about completing the pretest after five minutes and having the teacher call me to the front to demonstrate long division, while she went to have a conversation with the principal about what to do with me, they decided to put me in a class that had both fourth and fifth graders. Right now, I was

As I spoke, I felt his eyes gazing upon me, taking in my initial appearance and associating it with his own experience. “Well it’s a pleasure to acquaint myself with someone of your immense beauty.” His way with words exasperated me. Such a proper, sophisticated young man, I’ve never seen anybody like him. He appeared to be an incarnation of one of my dreams.

It is narrated as follows: “The knowledge that Doodle's and my plans had come to naught was bitter, and that streak of cruelty within me awakened. I ran as fast as I could, leaving him far behind with a wall of rain dividing us” (Hurst 8). The narrator, also known as brother, has met his peak and completely let himself be taken over by his pride. Brother knows that Doodle can not run fast so he takes advantage of that and forgets about the plan and does not care about it anymore because this is the moment were his pride gets to the best of him. Brother is thinking that if Doodle can catch up to his speed, that means Doodle will be normal.

Throughout this course I had to read a different chapter every week and had at least 3 assignments due at the end of each week. This was extremely challenging for me because I was already taking two other classes as well and working a part-time job. I ended up receiving a D because I had to join my family on an emergency trip to Mexico; therefore, not allowing me to finish my final project since I had no access to the internet. So,

High school was an extreme thrill from the first day of my freshman year. As I stepped off the school bus and entered the building, I knew that Brewbaker Technology Magnet High School would be my home for the next four years. BrewTech was ranked the number five school in the state, so I knew I was among the elite and had big shoes to fill. As I began to stroll the halls to locate my class, I was greeted by smiling faces of students and teachers a like. With minor bumps in the road, I completed my freshman year in high school acquiring friends that I still have today.

my teachers started to tell me that I need to pull up, or I wasn’t going to graduate 8th grade. So, during my last few weeks, like five, to like, 6, I buckled down and got everything I needed to get done, done. All my homework, all my other assignments, you name it from my class, I got it done. So, when I

One problem that I have faced personally was that I was a bit of an introvert. It was a significant problem for me considering I was not entirely confident in social situations. This all began to change through events that transpired during my freshman year. My family moved to Bentonville, Arkansas, where I attended Bentonville High School for the majority of ninth grade. In an instant, I had transferred from a school with a class size of 250 students to a school that was six times larger, consisting of 1500 freshmen.

“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.

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.