Personal Narrative: Junior Year Of High School

Sophomore year, I learned more about hard work than ever in my life so far. I doubled up in science, I was constantly bogged down by copious English assignments, and my basketball coach pushed me further than anyone had ever before. I made a lot of bittersweet memories in the hot, musty OAC that winter during those practices. Junior year was an absolute blur. I made an effort to engage in my friendships and learn more about the people around me.

Junior year was a bit challenging for me. It was not challenging because of the work, but I joined a career program. I had to keep up with both of my schools. For me to be successful with so many things going on, I had to stay organized and think ahead. My success was that I kept all my grades above a C+.

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.

While I do not consider it a failure now at the time I was definitely frustrated with myself and considered it a failure. When I had to repeat my junior year I was mad at myself for not be able to complete the school year. As time went on I was able to focus on the positives in the situation and I was able to finally accept that I was not prepared for my senior year both emotionally and academically considering I missed so much school. If I did continue on to senior year I would not have been close to prepared as I am now for college. I ended up repeating my junior year due to the fact that I missed close to two-thirds of school due to a medical condition.

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.

Barnes-Beasley. Session1.Journal As a former military dependent, I moved from one Military base to another. I attended 3 different high schools. Started my freshman year at O’Fallon Township High School in O’Fallon, Illinois.

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.

My story begins with my first year in Elementary school. On my first day of kindergarten I enter my homeroom and see these kids about my age and wonder “am i related to these people,cause they are my height how cool “. I walk up to this blonde girl and she was eating her booger .”ewww gross” i said and she walked away like i was dishonest. Days passed and i made a lot of girl friends and a few guy friends.

Thinking back to third grade, I can recall constantly getting in trouble in class. I was not a bad child and my classmates even considered me to be a teacher’s pet, but I could never get on this particular teacher’s good side. Every day, I would go home and my mother would ask me “How was your day?” I would tell her about what I learned, what we did as a class, and what I got in trouble for that day. On one instance, my best friend turned around in her desk to tell me a joke and I laughed.

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 is the anger I felt, building inside me when I was pushed down in kindergarten. It is the color of lipstick worn at my first high school dance mimicking how I was feeling: daring. It is blood rushing out of me, knowing it is something a band-aid will not fix. It is the color of my bloodshot eyes after crying for hours on end, wanting to be taken out of the misery I am in, hopeless and alone. It is my cheeks after having the attention for one minute too long.

1. During my first 2 year of high-school, I was on a fast track to success but everything changed my school tuition dramatically increased from 9500 dollars to 15,000 dollars. Since we lived on income of $47k a year, you could imagine how paying $25,000 on your children’s education (including my sister) would be extremely difficult. However, my parents always believed in granting their children with the best they are capable of giving.

If I could do anything over in my life, it would be my freshmen year of high school. My grades were not the best. My grades made it harder for me to achieve my goals now. During freshmen year, my grades were horrible in two class honors English and honors geometry.

Things were starting to get better; Aolani, my baby sister, was starting to walk and just got off bottle-feeding, my dad was getting out of jail, and my mom and I were starting to form a closer bond. Freshman year of high school can be difficult for anyone, but mine was particularly laborious. I have faced many academic challenges, throughout my high school career, but the death of my mother is the one that hit me the hardest. It had greatest impact on my life and academics.

When I was in my sophomore year of high school I heard: “Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose” (Lyndon B Johnson). A senior, giving their farewell speech to our band program, told us to all to focus on positivity, then you will, in turn, get positive results. This stuck with me. I like to plan ahead. I tend to stress so much that I forget to look at the light and instead focus on the darkness.