Personal Narrative: Why I Had To Get To High School

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

Hello Mrs. Kim. I hope you had an amazing summer. I can not believe how summer has gone this fast. And I never really expected high school to come this early. It is as if middle school was still on its way trying to find ways to squeeze in my life, or at least that’s what I feel. But I guess I just have to accept this reality that I am actually starting high school. Now, I had many thoughts before entering this place which some people call living nightmare, and big part of those“thoughts” were dreams. Dreams about my future, Both long and short terms, and inside classes and outside in my social life. And as you read this, I think this will sort of open up myself about who I am for a quick introduction as we start this new and “exciting” school

When I look back on the memories I 've made the friends that I now have the struggles I 've been through and the goals I did all most likely did not I realize that going it all went by in a Flash I know I 'm going to miss SMS I cannot begin to explain how much I have come to love this place the positive vibes and the smiles that welcome you into every day although it wasn 't always easy and there were some bad moments I 'm going to miss it here but I am happy to be to be moving up to high school I hope that you enjoy have enjoyed this year as much as I did what I will almost remember my first year SMS from the drama to crying on the last day I 'll only be able to remember the best moments one of my favorite moments was the winter carnival my

High school is a crazy place for most because everyone is not going to be popular, very athletic, or the smartest person in the classroom. Also regardless of how it looks outside looking in everyone will have a hard time in high school whether it 's an athlete trying to keep his or her grades up so they can play in the next game. Also, if it 's one of the smarter non athletic kids not making one of the sports teams because lack of athletic ability and the coach has his or her picks.

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

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.

The doctor chuckled and replied, "I am actually almost done." My mouth felt swollen and bubbly and I could not see his work at all. He removed the tools from my mouth and set them on the counter. I glanced over from the chair and he ambled back over. He was a slightly robust Indian man wearing a white lab coat. When he arrived at my chair, he explained, "I had to put four stitches in your mouth. They will dissolve when the wound is fully healed so you will not have to come back in to get them removed."

Let’s move on. Moving to high school, this is where it becomes permanent. Between the ages of 13-17 I had figured out for certain who I was and what I wanted to become. So I did it. The first two years were a bit rocky, I’ll be honest. Then I became New Mexico’s largest school’s student body vice president, obtained scholarships, won student of the year, participated in multiple clubs and extra-curricular activities while the other kids flunked and smoked weed every day, (not that there is anything bad with weed it just so happens there is a correlation with failure and weed quite often, ther are the excepts however) grew my skills as a programmer/dancer/DJ/entrepreneur/everything, participated in many state conferences and western regional

The lunch bell rang loudly in my ear as I packed up my materials from math class. As soon as Mrs. Millie released our class, I raced everyone else in our grade to my locker so I wouldn’t have to wait in the back. I quickly entered the combination into my lock, snatched my lunch box from the top shelf and met up with Whitney by the cafeteria doors to get a good table that wasn’t in the back corner where we normally sat.

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

I had to persevere in high school because school is hard because I have learning disabilities. I have ADD which causes a few problems. For one thing, it makes comprehension and doing work slower because I lose focus and have to come back into focus. Another thing is it makes it hard for me to sit still without being quite fidgety. I was that kid at story time that the teacher had to give a ball of wax to, so that I could fidget in order to sit quietly and listen to the story. Another thing that really matters in high school is organization, and ADD makes it hard to stay organized. But school is important to me, and I like to do things well, so I’ve worked hard, used strategies, and tried new ways of doing things when my initial way hasn’t

Have you ever thought about going through time and rewrite the wrong you did at some point? Was it because you failed that math test or you messed up with your high school crush? Or did you simply do something so wrong that you ended up burning that bridge of trust. Say you do go back in time and alter that specific event. Would everything go back to the way it was. I believe that if one were to change any point in their life everything that they came up to in the present would be gone forever. What I am trying to say is that you should live your life with very little regrets as possible.

The entire ride had been an interesting one. No one had thought that anything like this would happen to a small band from SFT. Many of the students were thinking about the night before. Why wouldn’t we considering our basketball team had won state. Which was definitely better then what our current situation was.

The past three years of my high school experience can only be described as a roller coaster. I remember my first day of high school, sitting in the auditorium and hearing the counselors say "high school is what you make of it, so make it count". I was encouraged to join sports, clubs and extracurricular activities, which I did. I played Volleyball in the fall, ran track in the spring, joined clubs, and marched in the marching band. Even though I was very successful in playing sports, marching band was the most impactful to me.

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