Personal Narrative: The Start Of High School

Unwilling to leave before I had an answer, I headed into the hospital searching for an elusive answer to my health concerns. The pediatrician I met with expressed her concerns for medications that I was on and she decided that weaning off of them was the best solution since they had been altering the way my nerves sent and received pulses of pain. I agreed to try because I was so desperate to be better. Nothing is as simple as it seems though.

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.

My 7th grade year is when everything broke loose in my life, my parents split and the hurtful choice of what parent did I love more. I was forced to move with my mom into my aunt 's then to Battle Creek, Michigan. My anxiety had made its presences known on my first day of school,hundreds of new peers and it was a rough start with stares from everywhere. I shakily kept my headphones in the longest I could putting music on to try and distract myself before I gained more stares by crying. I kept my eyes on my desk keeping my mind focused on the tempo and counting them.

Freshman year, what an awkward time in my life coming out of middle school with my poor grades I promised myself and my parents I was going to succeed while in high school. Did I though? My grades for sure improved but I still was not putting in as much effort as I should have been. I struggled to be able to communicate with all these new faces and in a completely new school but even outside of school struggled to talk to new people.

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.

“Started from the bottom now were here”is a lyric from Drake and Drake got to where he is by accepting his first opportunity. Had Drake not chosen that option he wouldn 't have gotten to the top. Drake jumped at his opportunity like a kangaroo and made a living out of it. In the same way, Drake took his opportunities one should embrace all of their opportunities. When an opportunity presents itself, one should embrace it.

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.

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.

In 2007, my mom, sister, and I all moved to Houston from Pennsylvania. In elementary school and most of middle school, my dad seldom called me outside of school, and it was hard for me to talk to him even when he visited me. In 7th grade, my mom would frequently get mad at me, and I would have nobody else to have a conversation with about my troubles, because my Dad was often busy with work. Although these problems seem troubling, long, and difficult, I still got through them. I ended my 7th grade year at Trafton with a very low self-esteem with hatred for everything, but was ready to take on the challenge of a new school,

It was in the yearbook class that I saw everything happen in full force. People would just stop talking to me, people were distant. I was losing myself in the whirlwind of the drama. It got to a point that even teachers were noticing but my mindset was to just get to graduation and I would be free. I got there, unharmed free of any physical damage, maybe a little mental

When everyone says High school goes by fast they’re not lying at all. Junior year was big for me at both school and outside of school. I was hired at Weedman lawncare where i learned about real estate and how to stay warm walking around in the cold. Everyday during my lunch period me and a couple of friends would help and play with the special needs children in the gym. I ran cross-country and track my junior year.

Remember High school. Each person had their own group of people of close friends. Each day you would have eight total periods a day, including lunch and that one random class to make sure you have your arts and english classes passed before graduation. The only real time you had any time that was not about school was when there were assemblies and activities such as Prom/Homecoming or basketball games. The assemblies were always either something related to regulation, such as bullying or drug prevention, or a celebration for basketball/football.

Struggling to make things go straight was not easy for me as I had no friend to guide me through the town and to school. Being new in the city came with negative things such as boredom at school, and as such, I remained silent most of the times when there were no lectures. I remember I was mocked by one of the students in our class and this lowered my self-esteem since I did not understand why she looked at me and started laughing. This moment seemed to be the most harmful experience of my life since I dislike people who mock me. I have had positive experiences in life, but the most impactful in my life is when I started working as a nursing assistant and home health aide in a health care facility.

As my mom woke me up at 6:00 on my first day of high school I was overwhelmed with feelings of excitement and dread. As I put on my new white shirt and crisp plaid shorts, I couldn’t help but reflect on everything in my life that had lead me to my first day of high school at St. Thomas More. After eating my cheerios for breakfast, I went outside where my neighbor Katherine and her mom were waiting to pick me up. The carline went on for miles and miles, but we still arrived to school promptly at seven. As I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t wait to see how my first day of high school would go.

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.