Narrative Essay High School

So, I got lost in the middle of Silverwood in Idaho with my little cousin…

At the end of the Summer I return back to Cherokee, AL to get ready for my senior of high school. Spending the summer with my dad not only taught how to cook but also made me realize I didn’t want to be a

I never thought the day would come where I’d have to admit to myself I had an addiction. The hardest part was to except the fact I was an addict of painkillers and admitting it to my family so that I could get the help and support needed to get clean. The road leading to my addiction started with the factors of my childhood, always trying to fit in and not being supported emotionally from my parents. Having a child at the age of sixteen was the second factor, which made me grow up faster than a normal child at my age would have had to. Living the life of an addict was a struggle everyday but, getting help was the hardest part of it all. I’ll live with this disease for the rest of my life because recovery is a

For my senior project I ventured into two different possible careers I held an interest in. I adventured in the art career field and am determining if would be a viable future. This project also helped me determine whether I wanted a future career with domesticated companion animals or wildlife, both of which I love but needed to determine a career focus upon.

As I saw him walk towards my locker at school, as he usually did after 8th period everyday, I could tell what was about to happen. My name was all that I would let him say before I finished what I already knew he was going to say. "You're breaking up with me". And then I just turned and walked away as he called my name yet again but did nothing to catch up to me. I walked down the hallway by the counselors office in the B building where my group of friends usually hung around and exclaimed that he had just broken up with me. They offered me quick condolences before I walked to my bus and sat quietly till I got home. What then felt like a bitter goodbye eventually felt like a necessary sadness in order to obtain happiness.

My eyes were the worst mixture of bloodshot, purple and torture, my body in the worst state possible having gone seventy two hours without sleep, a meal and a proper shower and my mind, a complete mess. I was physically and mentally exhausted, my body and face displaying it all, yet I don't think I had ever came to know who I was more than at the very moment I saw myself completely shut down.

In recent light of writing my narrative essay; I discovered how much I like to write from my head. Instead of Having to constantly refer back and forth from resource material, statistics, graphs, and just plain data. I feel exuberant in being allowed to just freely write what I feel, or what has happened in my life, mostly my story. Writing essay after essay in Highschool felt tedious and dreadful; mostly since we were always writing about a book or some sort of report.

Sunset Beach High School. It is a rough neighborhood there especially in sports. If your going out for sports you must know these three essentials to staying alive. Number one is do not ever be a try hard in practice. Number two is if you're not a starter stay away from the starters or it might get violent. Number three is never upset Oliver.

Students, teachers and parents all had differing things to say during the experience. “Hey we didn’t have a party like this when we were in seventh grade, this is mutiny,” cried out an eighth grader. “Shh I want you guys to be as silent as mice while in this library,” Mrs. Miller scolded at her eighth graders. “The eighth grader teachers are scrooges” smirked Billy, an eighth student. Scrooge was a very grumpy old man who did not treat others well. “Wow the students are actually paying attention, at least over here,” said a seventh grader’s mother as she observed kids close to her read. “Hey did you know Alyson likes John, her best friend’s boyfriend,” a seventh grade girl (not being monitored by a parent) failed to whisper. “November

Gowing up to spend the past 18 years of my life on the Chicago Westside has been an interesting journey. I currently live in the Austin community, where there is a population of 98,514 in 2010 and 85.1% is Black, 8.58% is Hispanic, and 4.43% is White. Growing up in an area of complete violence and poverty felt like a game. Making sure you stay on your side of the block, making sure you’re home before dark, and even making sure you never walk alone. Never. A lot of people get scared when they hear about a life like this, but it's reality for me, and I honestly feel pretty comfortable with the people surrounding me. They look like me, talk like me, and even dress like me. We all watch out for each other. It's a family beyond blood that was built in my community. I live on a block where it is 95% Black. Besides my family, there is only one other Hispanic family. I never really left my community or the type of people I surround myself with either. I honestly didn't feel comfortable leaving and going into a “White” community. But my comfort level was really tested when I left for the summer to the

As my 8th grade year in Willis Junior High began to come to a close, the pressure of high school arose earlier than I expected. Transitions weren’t something I was unfamiliar with, but losing all strong connections with great friends and amazing teachers scared me severely. I knew that after middle school, my closest friends and I would be separated. With busy schedules, contact was uncertain and limited. For the first time, I felt what real anxiety of entering a new area of my life was like. I thought of nothing but everyone’s expectations of me, and how I might fail without the support of my friends. Unfortunately, I concluded right away that I did not look forward to entering high school. The change in my emotions during this time was important

If you were in the store and you see some old lady gets her money taken.The boy starts running away would you speak up or stay silence? Well let me tell you the whole story. I woke up and turned on the news that there have been a lot more crimes in maryland the past few weeks I could not find any nice clothes to wear. I had to go to the store to find new clothes. So i called up Ethan to say I would be a little late because I had to find new clothes.Ethan said its ok because I need some to. I was driving with Ethan And we were talking about the cake,location, and decoration. We were hungry so we went to ihop. I had the original short stack buttermilk pancakes. Ethan got the Strawberry Banana Pancakes. We left ihop got in my car and went on

A couple of years ago, our class was separated into small teams of two and tasked to see who could create the best float out of tin foil and 5 straws that was durable enough to hold over 100 pennies in 10 minutes. My partner, who happened to be my best friend, told me to create the float because he was sort of confused on how to actually construct the float. I was a little confused myself at the time. Since this task required building I felt a little more confident. So, before I actually started to create the float I took a minute or two to actually visualize the float. After a couple minutes I just jumped right in and threw the float together exactly how I pictured it. Compared to others design ours looked fairly simple, we were a little worried. But, surprisingly, we ended up winning the challenge with our float holding well over 100 pennies.

I think the best way to use my time more efficiently is to plan out what I need to do for the day. Creating a to-do list in advance makes it easier to decide on which tasks are the most important. I usually base their importance on due date or amount of time required to finish it. I also realized that I have to plan a certain time of each day to study for my exams, instead of just focusing on homework. The biggest obstacle for me is spending too much time with my friends. For example, one time my friends wanted to go bowling, but I had a lot of homework to do and a paper to write. However, I realized that to improve, I have to also understand that I do not have to spend every waking moment with them. In other words, just because I miss something,

Graduation day is something many people will never forget. One of my biggest moments in my life was the day of graduation and the weeks leading up to it. It was one of the most exciting but nerve-racking moments in my high school years. Hearing my name being called to receive my diploma made things so surreal. I realized I was walking toward a new beginning in life and at that moment I realized how fast time had past. I was no longer a child anymore.