Personal Narrative: My Junior High School

Growing up school was never my forte, but I was always taught to be a student-athlete, not just an athlete. And it never made since to me until I got into my junior year in high school when I had to miss football games due to my grades. I always tell myself to live and abide by these quotes, which are: “Those to the left and right of you are who you will most likely to become, so surround yourself around those of the same goals and interest as yourself”. “Success is what you make it”. “You are not finished when you lose, you are only finished when you quit”.

Everything was going well until I faced my first real incident my junior year. Our team was successful during the last couple years, however it was not without sacrifice. Practices were long and grueling and our bodies were pushed to their physical limit, but the cheer of the crowd and the glowing feeling of winning made it all worth it. It turns out however, that the aches and pains of practice were not the only sacrifice to be

My eighth-grade year, I tried out for the school’s co-ed soccer team and was confident that I would make the team. During the three hard days of try-outs, I pushed myself to improve each day and received several compliments from the coaches. On the last day, the head coach pulled me aside to tell me

There isn’t much I remember from elementary school, I never thought anything I did before jr high really mattered. However there is one thing I won’t be able to forget about. Not because it was particularly significant to me, but because it was significant to my father who always brings it up. I’m sure if he hadn’t reminded me of it so frequently I would’ve forgot about it a long time ago. You see, in fifth grade I had a really scrawny nerdy friend who’d get picked on quite often for being like so, and one day he told his dad who also worked with my father and told him that I would stand up for him when he was getting bullied.

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.

Despite my shortcomings, I started to improve thanks to the kind people who took the time to help me. The next year, I joined the CYO Basketball team, as well as track. Once again, I was not at the same level of talent as the other kids, but my coach was kind and patient with me. Throughout the season, I improved, but more importantly, I learned about the game and about teamwork. This past year, I joined my church’s cross country team . . . .

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.

Summer was winding down and I was getting ready for school. I was kind of nervous but I felt good. I was ready to out of middle school. I heard that the upper classman were really rude to the freshman so I was nervous.

Personal Narrative My eighth grade year has barely started. I have never tried doing sports in school, so i figured i tried something new. So i joined flag football just to see how it is, I was nervous at first on how it was going to turn out, but after a while of practicing I was very comfortable with going everyday after school to practice. One day, the P.E. teacher announced, “Alright guys you’re all soon be going to High School, which means it will soon be time to apply for sports in High School.”

Many choices, a lot of responsibilities and nevertheless the consequences. The one thing that jumps out on me when i think about life in the future is that i want to be successful. Its either you 're eager to learn or dumm away with something you 're not interested in. Who i want to be, it 's not going to take two years or so, i probably won 't accomplished who i want to be in such little years i have yet to live, i want to make a difference. Die with my name still living.

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 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.

A time where I have faced with a challenge was the beginning of my freshman year at Gahr high school. Going to a school in which I really did not want to go to, I was faced with challenge of not having old friends to be able to socialize with. For the first few weeks of school I had almost socially limited myself to other people. Not budging to make new friends at a school in which the number of koreans and even asians are low I was always alone to only one or two of my golf friends. As a person in which socializing face to face with a person as important I started to slowly sought after ways to make new friends.

I had a classmate in seventh grade named Andrew. He was extremely down to earth and incredibly funny. In fact, he was known as the class clown. Andrew and I were good friends. We had a few classes together

My junior year was especially significant to me. I was off to a great start - I was doing well in my classes, and competing strongly on the cross country team. I had just finished a race with my fastest time, which qualified me for the varsity team. The same week as that qualifying race, I fell and I got a concussion. As a result, I had to take 2 weeks off from school and stop running while I recovered.