Personal Narrative: Lone Star High School

Tony proclaimed, as the rest of the class groaned. It was another twenty minutes before a bell rang, Tony shut up, and Reynolds told us to forget the assignment again. I walked over to the classroom across the hall and sat in my regular seat. I was preoccupied in twisting my own golden hair that I did not notice the air grow heavy and someone claim the seat that was always empty behind me.

Observations have been made over the past week from September 11th through September 15th on subject x and their behavior. Three periods in a day subject x was examined. At the end of the week I made conclusions on subject x on who they are as a person. Many of the same behaviors were repeated over and over giving me a clear understanding of why they do what they do.

I hate being on the bus alone, it makes me have to think of the past. Normally Pat or Ski is here with me but Pat’s sick and Ski’s dad picked her up today. We all are the school’s Math Club. I am the President, Pat is my Vice, and Ski is our PR Manager.

The past four years I’ve spent at Pascack hills High School has matured me in many ways. However sports is the one thing that helped me grow the most as a person I don 't know what kind of person I would be if I didn 't play sports. Activities such as football, basketball, and lacrosse have done so much for me as a person. Without participating in these activities I wouldn 't have matured as quickly as I did in high school. I started football in fourth grade, and I can honestly say that, the decision of playing football in fourth grade was one of the best decisions I have made in my life.

For most of my life lived in Wisconsin. I graduated from Mahone middle school and had mostly A's and B's from my class. Most of my classes were not honors and it never appeared to me that I would go far in life. So when I enter Glen and Fike High school, everything changed dramatically in my academic.

Growing up, I went to a small town school in Kieler, Wisconsin. It was a class of 12 from kindergarten to eighth grade with no new kids. Growing up in Kieler made me who I am, it made me think about how close you can get to know others. Being with them for 9 years you get annoyed, frustrated, excited, and thankful. Going anywhere else I could never imagine.

1.  Please explain one or two of those experiences.  Was it for class?   For work?

I sense it bubbling through my chest, causing an eruption of butterflies in my stomach, really contrary to popular belief. My head is telling me to literally run, to get out before you make a mistake in any way. Tell them you’re unwell and can’t continue, but it’s too late for that I’m already here and you..only watching me no distractions to ward off your defiant gaze and nothing too, for the most part, stop you from paying attention to everything I generally say, man there are those butterflies once again, which mostly is quite significant. But here I am for all intents and purposes standing in front of you giving this oration today. Just like any other speech I have given, it always ends up the same, okay.

Before I knew it, I 'd finished telling my story. The spotlight felt like a warm glow. The audience clapped. I noticed someone wiping a tear from her eye.

In addition, I let fear consume me and be victimized by it, I started stuttering and stammering with the words as I say “broom” instead of the word “groom” in my wedding customs speech. Furthermore, my professor was not fond of my speech even though she was the only voice

Outside Reading Project - Essay Former British Prime Minister Winston S. Churchill once said, “Success is not final, failure is not fatal: it is the courage to continue that counts.” In Deborah Ellis’s book, The Breadwinner, 11-year-old Parvana is a girl who pretends she is a boy in order to earn money for her family while her father was captured by the Taliban. In Edgar Guest’s inspirational poem, It Couldn’t Be Done, a man proves society wrong by doing the impossible. Despite being written 81 years apart, the two writings have a very similar theme.

Faces turned to look, curious, yet surprised to see the young girl enter. The tension in the room was so thick one could cut it with a knife. The young girl walked with long strides in hopes to escape the tension. As she began walking, gossip began to ooze from the mouth of students. “It’s a wonder she came to school” whispered one girl to another.

Mrs. Youmans was not happy. For what seemed like almost an hour, she ranted to the class about disrespect and manners. She stammered around the room with anger, looking at each and every one of us with her bitter blue eyes. To my good fortune, she didn't know it was me. I trembled in my chair, red as a cherry, with tiny beads of sweat collecting on my palms.

Personal narrative I remember that day better than I remember what I ate for breakfast this morning. I woke up like any other day at 7, except it wasn 't any other day, it would be the first day of School for me in an American school. I was partly excited, partly nervous. I had put on an outfit that my mom told me to put on.

Many say high school life is one of the most difficult times of a student’s journey, but mine was both challenging and exciting to cherish. I had stepped on my first day of eighth-grade class feeling the butterflies warm up my little self. I could still vividly remember how terrified I was of failing and disappointing myself. But as I come across this path I took, I had faced many ardent obstacles that had positively pushed me out of my comfort zone. Nothing could beat out the moments when I unraveled new horizons in learning academically and growing personally.