Personal Narrative: The Seneca High School Community

Each morning, students are dropped off by family or school busses, filling the school with friendly and respectful faces. At Earle Brown I have had the opportunity to interact with a variety

Two social institutions that seemed to play a role into the performance of the team were the school they attended, Manassas High School, and the church that the members of the team attended. The school seemed to be an institution that hindered the performance of the boys. The major reasons for this include the lack of athletic equipment and funding, as well as the overall budgeting of the school. A speaker in the film stated that when Manassas high school was being remodeled, they seemed to run out of resources at a certain point and never ended up finishing the athletic portion of the school. In addition, not much equipment was purchased after the remodeling job.

If anyone has any questions they expect you to give them a direct, honest and truthful answer. Everyone relies on you to keep everything in order. Their expectations are high for the outcome of the book and everyone is willing to put their best effort to make sure this book is better than the years prior. The yearbook committee meets every other day in the same room for last period. Everyone sits at least two to three seats away from each other but when someone needs help or it’s time to start to working together as a team we all gather in the center of the room and it instantly feels like a family.

Bissinger concludes his argument by depicting the harsh realities of life beyond high school football, demonstrating the idea that high school sports create a make believe world, leaving the players unprepared for life after they graduate. Football in high school is filled with excitement and glory. In high school the players are the kings who rule their towns. Upon leaving high school they are faced with a rude awakening to reality. In the words of former “Golden Boy” Joe Bizzell, “it had been victory after victory...

The moment I walked into this new small town school; I felt strained. I went from PS 60 in Queens to some place called Cocalico Middle school. I walked into my first day hoping I’d be indifferent, but feelings don’t work that way. The first thing I noticed was the lack of diversity; I noticed this when I was at school and then when I went to the local grocery store. I observed everything, but tried not to make myself noticed.

“Darn, surrounded by all of these nice homes and communities, this High School should be really nice,” is what I thought once I got to the North Druid Hills Rd and North Cliff Valley Way intersection. In front of me all that I could see was vibrant communities that displayed their affiliation with the Lenox area, which is a very rich area. Making a left onto North Druid Hills Road, I continued to see beautiful homes on my right and my left I began to see the campus of Cross Keys High School. Due to the tons of leaves that had fallen, the bare trees that occupied the front of the campus, and the splotchy patches of grass, viewing the Cross Keys campus was not as striking to the eye as was the view of the surrounding homes. Having such a bare

An eager Freshman takes their first steps into the Commons on Link Day. They look around at the green and silver painted walls, swallowing the lump that formed in their throats from the uncertainty of what their first day of high school will be like. Among the unfamiliar faces around them, the new Freshman looks frantically for the familiar faces of their friends; for some sort of reassurance that they’re not alone in this new environment. Every year, floods of Freshmen and new teachers join Conifer High School.

In the fall of my eighth grade year, I was sworn in to NJHS, an event with as much gusto and bravado as can be expected of a middle school celebration. For the first time, I faced a new frontier. While others slaved over the idea of mandatory community service, my stomach clenched at the thought of new people. Interacting with strangers? I came close to

Summer has come to an end, the school year has just started and Professor Steven Currents, a staff member at the Danville University for the last 27 years, is preparing to teach his first lesson. Life in the town of Danville is just as expected in an average size town, many people know each other and have regular jobs. Danville University is the only college in the 3 surrounding counties, which makes it rather large, holding around 16,000 students. Although the town is average size, the University is large. Professor Currents begins taking attendants when he realizes that 5 of his students enrolled in his class are missing.

When I contemplate about my years at Pine Forge Academy I realized that I had numerous fond memories. "Little Lake” was a factory that made redwood patio furniture. While on the bus to Little Lake I recall how the group of students would make up songs to sing and how fantastic we sounded. I remembered the long days and how many of us would return to the campus covered with wood shavings. I reminisce on the many summers that I did not return home for summer vacations.

People line up from the Frenchtown Elementary School all the way to Frenchtown High School, throwing candy and cheering on the Frenchtown Broncs football team as they go. After the parade, the community goes to the small stadium behind the High school and watches the Broncs compete against some neighboring football

Little kids always want to make it to the pros, as they get older they narrow it down into smaller goals. I will never know what it’s like to go to a small town school; I graduated with a class of over 500. In this school of approximately 2,000 students, I can only imagine the pressure that was put on our football team when their season started to become a winning one. Odessa is a small town located in western Texas, home of the Permian Panthers. The Permian Panthers are only a high school football team, but the way the town acts you would think they were all going to receive major scholarships.

During the summer of 2015, I drove to Lipscomb University’s campus with my mandatory khaki shorts and a positive attitude. I knew it was an honor that I was given the chance to attend Volunteer Girls State, but I had no idea to what extent. I grab my bags, walk to registration, and instantaneously get fixed inside a cloud of smiles, greetings, and positivity. It was almost overwhelming just how cheerful the atmosphere was, but it was tremendously refreshing. I told my mom goodbye and glanced over my busy itinerary with my roommate just before heading to the first of many Davis City meetings.

The girls look at each other with a mutual feeling of sadness knowing exactly why no one is there. Just then they hear a whistle from outside and it’s like salt in a wound. Each player knows at that moment, the student body of our high school is outside in the cold. They are sitting in the bitter stands watching the football team, who never win or barely ever get a touchdown, play.

My first day of high school as a freshmen in a new level of education Is what I was thinking when I woke from slumber that morning in bed. Stepping foot on the campus wasn’t even the beginning, taking the school bus in the morning is where the first taste of being a freshmen and actually starting and being an high school student. I started to get really nervous and a sense of reality hit me. Walking towards the bus stop all I see is a huge group of high school students waiting around for the bus, calm and cool as I try to stay to be I approach the waiting area not knowing what to I’m getting into.