Personal Narrative: High School

The cool air swoops in and out behind me as the door slams close. Immediately I feel the pressure of hundreds of eyes glaring at me. I glide my feet down the school hallway, secretly hoping that today will be different. Today I can avoid all the drama and pain. I arrive at my locker and open it, only for it to be shut a second later by the wannabee herself Ms. Amber Jones.

At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.

The transition from middle school to high school is what shaped me the most and this adjustment has changed me in both good and bad ways. As a freshman, I enrolled in a private school, called Bridgemont High School. It was a very small school and did not have the same help as the public schools offered. I didn 't have an ELD class and classes providing extra help were limited. Eld means einglish language development, these classes are classes to help develop your english speaking skills even though i can speak english i had poor grammar.

I woke up early and put on the clothes that I had laid out from the night before. I went to the kitchen grabbed a Poptart and headed out the door to find the bus coming up my street. Walking onto the bus gave me a whiff of Expo Markers and and an overload of Axe cologne that I’m guessing an awkward teenage boy showered in. I sat on the hard, poorly cushioned seat next to a small girl with pigtails and a Doc Mcstuffins backpack. Man, this is my first day of being in the Middle School; first day of sixth grade, I thought to myself.

That was a time where I didn’t have a care in the world. I wasn’t plagued by the never-ending perturbation of homework, tests, or projects. For the first time in a long while, I felt free. But that freedom was short-lived as the bell confined me back into a colorless classroom filled with my jaded companions. You could say that feeling disappointed was an understatement.

Narrative: 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.

If granted a single do-over of any moment of my life, it would be the day that we unexpectedly lost a friend, brother, and a son. The anguish that relentlessly lingers around that day, at times, seem unbearable, and to re-do the moments preceding that nightmare would bring solace to both my life and the others that were affected. Friday, September 13th, 2013 started off similar to every other day; my classmates and I walked the hallways, laughing, discussing weekend plans, taking "selfies", and making witticisms among one another. My friend, Lester Levine, exuberantly ran throughout the school as he always did, knowing precisely what to say to turn gloomy day into an ebullient one.

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 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.

It was a cloudy fall day, this particular morning in first grade. The air was cold and wind slowly crept up my back mysteriously. The walk to John Stewart Elementary School was horrible. Yesterday, I had gotten into a fight with my friend, Ava about what she thought I said. To make matters worse, it turned out to be Thursday which meant that I had to walk with Ava to school.

5th Grade Graduation I was nervous. We all were. We filed into the classroom wondering if we would do okay. As we took our seats on the stools lined against tables at the back of the classroom, I felt so anxious that I thought my head was going to burst. “Focus on something else”, I thought to myself.

It’s not my fault that my phone rang in the middle of class and Mr. Mills gave us all F’s on our semester tests. It’s not like i planned it or anything. I even tried going up to the superintendent and tried fixing things. On my contrary, it didn’t work. I was so upset not only because everyone hated me but because that was the first time I had failed anything in my whole entire life.

I believed that high school would be a great difference from middle school. I remember that most of my classmates were scared of the adventure we had before us. I, on the other hand, was excited. Ever since the sixth grade, I have longed to walk those halls. I was tired of the strict rules and limited amount of freedom.

The bell finally rang at my little elementary school. I left my home room, and walked down the white hallway. There were a set of steps On each side of the school but we weren’t supposed to use the left side but we always dead anyways.

Junior year of high school most definitely did not go as planned. As a matter of fact, so far, the hardest year, especially because of my AP English class. Having several other AP classes and some honors classes, AP English seemed to be my greatest struggle. Being a math and science lover, I never took interest in reading or writing. Last year in AP English, changed my perspective in life for everything.