Personal Narrative Essay Examples High School

Personal Narrative: GPA
During my junior year, I worked at my first job, studied for the ACT, dealt with taking multiple IB
classes for the first time, and gained more responsibilities outside of school. This was very difficult,
but I pushed myself and didn't make excuses.
Even though my hard work paid off in some areas, I was not able to reach my goal completely.
Through all the tears, sleepless nights, and over–studying, my GPA still suffered, my class rank fell,
and there were two hideous B's on my transcript. This was very disheartening because I had never
received less than a 4.0 GPA before inhigh school.
After awhile, I realized even though I did not get an unweighted 4.0 GPA, I should still be proud of
myself because my grades and ACT score do not holistically
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Example Of Personal Narrative High School
One foot on the curb, mailbox ajar, I rifled through the stack to find it. All of the other mail glided
aimlessly to the grass as I held the envelope tightly. Quickly, I tore open the stark white envelope;
my eyes scanned the document quickly. "Was this their nice way of rejecting me, mom?" my voice
cracked as I spoke into my cell phone. "Yes, I am afraid it is," my mom replied, apologetically. That
was it.... My moment of truth. My application essays, grades, elementary school clubs and
accomplishments were collectively not strong enough to earn myself a seat in the Middle Years
Program at Plaza Elementary. My elementary career up to that point consisted of life among the best
and brightest at Old Donation Center for the Gifted. In...show more content...
He told me to use the box to store things that I held dear to me. The lock was so that I did not have
any family members viewing the contents without my permission. I decided to save that letter in
my special box. I did not know exactly why I was saving it at the time, but I do now. I needed that
"no." I needed the sting of that "no" so that I could learn to fully appreciate all of the "yeses" that
would eventually follow. That March afternoon at my mailbox brought me to the realization that
life was not going to be a series of acceptances. I felt down, for sure, but not out. That rejection
forced me to push myself further and harder to reach my goals. In the years that followed, I have
had the pleasure of adding many "yeses" to my box, but that first major "no" taught me to
appreciate and understand the times when I am not accepted or included. Every once in a while, I
pull out my handmade box and rifle through my memories. I always reread that letter with gratitude,
because although it seemed like the end of my twelve–year–old life at the time, it was nothing short
of a crucial lesson. I credit that experience as a reminder that roadblocks and rejection are just
reasons to catapult my determination and resolve to a higher

Personal Narrative: High School Home
Considering I only spent one week at Middletown South for freshman year, I am going to talk
more about high school North. After transferring as a freshman, I was still the very quiet student
who had big goals. During this beginning year I did not focus much on friends. I was more focused
on sucking up to my teachers to get myself in a good spot for the rest of the year. It is safe to say I
did being I got high B's and mostly A's. This was also the year I tried out for the Winter swim
team. I am very happy to say I scored the varsity title freshman year. From there on out, I had to
carry myself right. Sophomore year was like a repeat of freshman year which is funny to me. I still
barely had friends, I swam varsity, and alongside all my A's,

My High school Graduation Day Like many students, I waited for the day of my high school
graduation ever since I started high school. I waited for that day to come with patient. I also
wanted to see my parent's excitement, and the proud moments they have waited for. I didn't
believe that graduation will be very emotional. The emotional moments started when I put my
cap and gown on. Then the memories started to come, first thing that came to my mind was how
did I survive school with my ADD. I have always struggled with school due to my ADD. I was
passing my classes with average grades even though I was doing my best, and working hard on
my assignments. At the same time, I was feeling nervous thinking about walking down to the
stage and receiving my diploma. The more I was thinking about my big day, the more overwhelming
I became as I was going to start a whole new step in life. I was very proud of myself on that day. I
was very pleased that I celebrated that day with my family and friends, I was proud of myself
because I challenged myself to pass high School, and made my family proud. Then, as I walked to
the stage to receive my diploma, my heart was beating fast, and my face was turning red. When
the principal called out my name, I walked with pride, shook his hand, and got my diploma.
During these moments, I heard a loud cheering from family and friends. Then I walked down the
stairs, and held my diploma high toward the side my family were sitting, and their cheering got
louder, and I became happier. After I went back to my seat, I was looking at my diploma and
started thinking how I successfully folded one chapter in my life, and how to start opening a whole
new one by going to college. At that time, I was thinking about how excited college could be,
meeting new people, more mature, their thinking will be different. I also thought college will be
my new path way to real life. Moreover, I looked around at my friends as the ceremony was
getting close to the end. I was getting emotional as I had to say good bye to most of my friends, it
was very hard for me to think about not seeing some of them again because they were planning to
move and attend out of state college. The ceremony ended with throwing

Example Of Personal Narrative In High School
I vividly remember in the 9th grade when I was wrestling a kid from holt. When I woke up in the
morning, it was just a normal until that night. That morning I could smell the fresh cut grass and
the wet dew grass. My brother drove me to school this day, but we weren't getting along that
morning. Cody my brother face was so red I thought steam was going to come out of his head.
When I got to the Ninth Grade Center I could see all my friends sitting at the tables that are all over
the commons.

Final straw for me was my own personal hands on experience. I was a junior in high school, a
sixteen year old girl. Into the hair and makeup just to go to school. It was the end of the week and
I had planned out what I was going to wear to school on Friday. Funny now to look back at it,
because who was I trying to impress. Well, Thursday night I had all my stuff set up and planed on
getting up early to curl my hair. Told my sister I was getting up early and I would be quite so she
could sleep in. By the time morning came, way to soon for me, I just wanted to sleep. Forget all
about the hair I could just put it into a braid and get some sleep. Shutting of the alarm I rolled
back over to sleep another half hour or so. Before I could get back to sleep I was shaken vigorously.
Thinking my sister was trying to be helpful and get me up so I could do my hair, I said OK I am
getting up already. Took the morning trip to the bathroom and still didn't plan on curling my hair.
Back to bed for me. Returning to my room I stood in the doorway looking at my bed. Sitting on the
bed in a red and white shirt with blue eye's was a boy I have never seen before. But, he wasn't really
there was he. How could he be when I only just got up and no boy's wherein the house. It dawned on
me that my sister is still asleep, so how could she have woke me. This must be who woke me by
shaking me. I looked at him for what seemed like a long time but was merely seconds. I closed my
eye's and said out loud,

Have you ever met a person you thought was your best friend? Or a person you thought you knew,
but they turned out to be completely different than how they portrayed themselves? During my
second semester of 8th grade, one of my best friends, Joyce, whom I thought I knew, turned out to be
pretending to be someone she was not and turned on me when a misunderstanding occurred between
us. After the betrayal of my so–called "best friend", my transition into high school led to frequent
wariness of who I befriended because I was scared of history repeating itself. Over the course of
high school, I have met many favorable individuals and made many new friends that helped me trust
people again, showing me that not everyone is like Joyce.
During the 8th grade, a simple text message in a group chat caused misunderstandings between
Joyce and me. This led to her betraying my friendship by spreading rumors about me. My friends
and I suspected that Joyce had a crush on someone, so we decided to ask her through text in our
group chat. "Hey Joyce, let's play truth or dare! I'll ask first and I know you always chose truth
first. Who do you have a crush on?" Joyce then mentioned by accident that she told someone else
who her crush was, "The only person that knows we I like is Shirley.". This led us to believe she
did not trust us, her best friends, with that information. We jokingly shunned her for being
perfidious, but we also did not fully trust her. We knew when she will tell us who she

It's the end, high school is finally over. It's finally graduation day, and a wave of emotion hit, and
I've never been hit with a wave quite this hard, not even at the beach. I'm not the type to get sad,
but as I walk around in my long draping gown, my cap the doesn't quite fit because of my
abnormally large head, and my state championship ring I can't help but be overwhelmed with
emotion. Being the guy that I am I ignore it as always and I continue going around to teachers and
give them hugs, thanking them for the help they've given me. Watching everyone take pictures,
crying, talking about their futures, and how "they'll have to meet up sometime" as if they're
moving to another country when they are just really moving to the next town over. I swore the
day before, the week before, even months before I would be sad, and wouldn't know what to do
with myself when today actually comes, but I can't seem to find the emotions. All of them are on
the inside and won't come out. On the inside I feel sad, and upset and I want to just hug everyone
and cry, but I can't. I don't have time to think about crying, because of all the chaos going on
around me. We only got one practice in ahead of time, just about nobody actually listened to what
we are supposed to be doing, so everyone's doing their own thing. I walk through the halls and
realize this is my final last. I've had my last soccer game, I've attended my last football game and
cheered them onto another loss, and now in

Personal Narrative: My Life In High School
Theatre
High school was hell. I went to a small school, very conservative and very athletics based. If you
weren't playing sports you were seen as less than the other students. Since I wasn't on any teams I
didn't have many friends. The ones I'd had before high school had moved away or moved on from
me. It didn't help that the year before I started my freshman year I'd gotten diagnosed with major
depression. Wanting to die every morning andschool do not mix well. My freshman year seemed
dire.
Until I joined drama club.
I started out on crew, why would I want to go out there and recite lines? I was terrified of making a
fool of myself. Before this my knowledge of theatre was slim to nothing– all though I'd watched
Phantom of the Opera numerous...show more content...
It was heart breaking. Several of my senior friends wouldn't get their final show. Naturally I
sought out other theatre programs to fill the void. I found a local group, with only one minor
problem. They only do musicals. Not to say I'm a bad singer or dancer but, I'd never danced in my
life. Not to mention, my only experience singing was running off stage in second grade when I
forgot the words to the song I was singing at the talent show.
I gave it a shot.
The show was Legally Blonde. It wasn't awful but it wasn't good either. The main cast was
excellent and super talented, everyone, myself included, in the ensemble were less than stellar. I
opted out of the big Irish dance number at the end. Too much kicking. It was a lot of work and
wasn't as fun as I remember. I didn't know if I was getting jaded, or if I was simply being difficult
because it wasn't what I expected.
The drama club I knew and loved joined back together again for my junior, and soon to be, senior
year. Theatre took me out of a very dark place and I'm glad I was given the chance to act my
freshman year. I don't know if I'd be around today without some of the friends I've made through
theatre. I hope to continue doing what I love on the stage for many more years to

Example Of Personal Narrative In High School
My family has always been very close; we did almost everything together, from the moment the
school bell rang in the afternoon until we went our different ways in the morning. Growing up
with a strong family for support instilled in me the confidence to be an outgoing person and
express my opinion in school, despite the fact that I was always one of the youngest and smallest
kids in my grade. I went to public school up until high school, when I decided to follow my sister
to Nazareth Academy. During the first year of high school I wasn't very involved in my parish,
but I was very involved at school. I played soccer and volleyball and was a member of several
clubs. The first time I ever considered the priesthood was during a Sunday Mass late into my
freshman year; it was right after I had received Communion, and I was kneeling in the pew
watching the priest clean the altar, when I was overcome by the beauty of the priesthood. I
remember thinking how amazing it is to be able to serve a parish and consecrate the Eucharist. This
was such a powerful moment, that I began to cry in the pew. After that experience I began to pray
more seriously about my vocation. It was also my freshman year when I began my Confirmation
preparation classes. I didn't attend most of these...show more content...
One of the largest contributing factors was the beginning of the emcee program at Notre Dame.
Serving as an emcee helped me learn more about the details of the Mass and the priesthood. It also
gave me opportunities to get to know Fr. Pat Mulcahy and the deacons better. During my junior
year, I started to attend morning Mass most days before school. Waking up early to attend these
Masses taught me that discipline is necessary to maintain a good relationship with God. Although I
didn't necessarily enjoy waking up extra early, I did begin to enjoy those morning

My high school years were going well the first three years since I came to the United States from
Nepal in 2012. I was able to adjust enough through this transition although I confronted some
difficulties as it was a new experience for me. I was focused on my goal; however, I struggled after
we moved to Chesapeake from Norfolk at the end of September, 2015. It was the beginning of my
senior year in a new school. There wouldn't have been much difference if the school system was the
same, or if we hadn't moved suddenly in middle, but The classes here run everyday whereas Norfolk
has an A–B class system. When I came here, I realized that I had a lot to make up for my AP
classes, it was a challenge. The first day of school was a disaster for me,

Unit 1 Written Assignment Analysis
Hi, prof. Hays
this week there were no parts of the text which were difficult to read for me. In fact, although it
has been passed a long time since I finished studying, I have to say that I can still remember many
things I studied at high school many years ago. I got a high school diploma for scientific studies,
and I am at easy with these things we're studying here, at least for the moment. I have just got some
troubles in memorizing definitions: I have never been good at learning things off by heart. Luckily, I
have no problems with formulas, and I have been always good in solving math problems, too. I'm
doing all my exercises because I know that practicing is important, but I have to confess that it's
getting rather hard to keep pace with...show more content...
I find that the book you chose is a very good one; other books I studied in the past were not so
clear and interesting. Also, I appreciate the effort of the authors in showing the utility and
practical aspects of mathematic. And I have to say that I found it very convenient for exercises to
be presented immediately in the text and not in a separate place (I studied on books in the past
which had exercises listed in a different volume!). The only thing I have to complain about is the
lack of a free version of the book for kindle. I uploaded the pdf into my ebook reader, of course,
but it is not the same thing. I can not increase the font size, for example, and reading the book in
this way is a little annoying. I often study as I go to work, because I go with public transport, and it
helps me to optimize my

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready
for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I
was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby
freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was
really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around.
But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was
actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year
went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything
you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more
into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things
and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was
too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my
sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend
in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up
which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot
more people know of me. I was never

Personal Narrative Essay: After High School
I wake up early and stomp downstairs. I grab the oatmeal from the table and run upstairs. Someone
knocks at the door. It's Anna–Marie. "Go away!" I yell, but she opens the door anyway. I put my
oatmeal on the night stand and hide under my covers. " Cadence, you seemed like you were
happy here and you were getting along with all the others. We can't have you sneaking out all the
time. I'm sorry but we have decided to send you to foster parents. You leave tonight to meet them."
She closes the door and I come out from under the covers. I pack my bags and I'm ready to go. I say
goodbye to everyone and I hop in the taxicab and drive off.

I woke up in a cold sweat in the middle of the night, there wasn't a problem, so I just went back to
sleep. The next time I arose from slumber was when the chirping of my alarm clock cut through
the defining silence of my apartment. "Yay halloween." I said with more sarcasm than anything
else. I personally hate the season, all the stores are always crowded with parents and people trying to
buy candy. The only thing I really like about this time is me and my wife's anniversary is on this day
and every year she wants to go to the carnival. Scarefest every year, she knows I have really bad
memories at this time of year. When I was ten my dad tricked me into thinking I could see dead
people but it was just a mirror maze and the worst part is

Example Of Personal Narrative Individualism
On a typical March evening in Naples, I was introduced to this world– not the one in Italy (I wish)
but in Florida. Unfortunately, my residence there was only temporary because I skipped around
from place to place several times in Florida. In retrospect, however, I can credit my current "rugged
individualist" character to these times. The "rugged" part did not until later though, so I was a
bashful little boy until then. Anyways, there were several mornings while enjoying my Corn Flakes
where I told my mother that I did not feel well so that I did not have to go to school. She did not
ever find anything wrong with me, so I would reluctantly pick up my oversized, black book bag
and start my day. Consequently, this shyness is what led to my isolationist character, which I did
not truly break until the age of around 15. So, in Florida, I lived until the age of ten and I was a
"special", devoted introvert.
After Florida came Houma, Louisiana, home of the nothing extraordinary. I lived in Louisiana for a
year before...show more content...
All my life, I found respectable success with grades. However, my dad never really mentioned
anything about it. In ninth grade, I managed to pass the first two quarters with perfect grades and
finally my father acknowledged it. He only said, "I'm proud of you, son," in his typical monotone,
ostensibly–angry voice, but it made my mind click as I sat across from him in our poorly–lit kitchen.
It was like as if an old, rusty engine in my mind finally turned on after years of refusing to do so. I
find it quite interesting how a few words can do so much to another person. From there on, I
decided that academic success would be my chief priority. As a result, my determination to become
someone my parents would be proud of heightened to unprecedented levels. I became as "fired up"
as the Mad Hatter is after gallons of tea and ready to take on the

Example Of Narrative Writing High School
"STAND BY!" I yell the first words of the morning as the lights flick on and bodies fly out of bed.
It's 0630 in the North West side, upstairs barracks of building 835 at Camp San Luis Obispo, and
I'm waking up 14 of the best people I'll ever meet. There's frantic shuffling, and immediate silence
after everyone's out of bed, feet flush with the corner of the bedpost staring straight ahead, not
moving an inch. "You've got 5 minutes to get ready for PT. MOVE!" The stillness is broken and
the chaos continues as everyone rushes to grab their toiletries. I was in their place exactly a year
ago, and now it's my turn to give back to the Cadet Training Group. I'm not anything special here,
only a teacher for the next generation in a 40 year tradition.

Example Of Personal Narrative For High School
A warm bead of sweat rolled down my brow in such a slow manner I thought that I had received a
cut on my head and I was bleeding from whacking my head on the door panel when I exited out of
the cruiser. I wiped it away as I leaned back against the hood of the car, sweating up a storm in the
white polo that was supposed to be a uniform. "Got to love summer time." said Deputy Stan, whose
vest created a dark, obvious outline underneath his brown shirt, standing about ten feet in front of
me, examining the basement window of a church that was reportedly broken into. Of course, the
church was indeed broken into, but instead of it be Satanists or raging idiotic teens, the real culprits
were a gang of furry bandit–mask wearing fiends. They had...show more content...
The car hadn't had a cloth in the window, so it seemed that whoever driven this car had either
forgotten to or had ditched the car for some reason making it possibly stolen. As we got closer,
the smell grew stronger. I pulled my shirt up to cover my nose as I waited at the trunk of the car.
Stan circled around to the driver side and opened the door. He searched through the vehicle in
search of some sort of I.D. I can only guess that he hit the trunk button by accident. The trunk pop
open and revealed what the source of the smell was. In all my seventeen years of life, I have seen
or smelled anything like was in front of me. I could feel bile rise in my thought and my cheek
become warm with tears. Inside of the trunk was a small hand sticking out of a black industrial
trash bag. The sun illuminated the musty trunk in such a way that it appeared as if the pale green
and black spotted, bloated little hand was reaching for me, asking me to help. I could do nothing
other than cover my mouth in horror and turn away from the gruesome sight. It was at this point
that Stan must have heard my dry heaves and sobs because he appeared next to me and embraced
me in a bear–hug, shielding me from the terrible sight that laid in that

Personal Narrative: The Last Year Of High School
The last year of high school is finally here. The year every highschool student has been waiting
for. It's a sneak peak into the next chapter of life, and for me, that's going to college and getting
my degree in nursing. Over my highschool years, I've been taking classes that you need to qualify
for the CNA class. Now that I'm finally taking the class, it is a lot harder than expected, but I am
excited for the challenge that it is going to bring me this year. Currently yearbook has been my life
over the past month. Yearbook was my new go–to thing after my scoliosis surgery. It's now my
senior year and first year being an editor. I knew going into this year in yearbook I was going to
have to step up and become a bigger leader than I already

It was 2016, and I was finally a senior in high school. Being a senior in high school was something
that I had dreamed of since my early middle school days, and at last, I was there. It was the last
year in one of my least favorite environments, and I couldn't wait to graduate and move away from
the only place I had ever known. I had lived in the same town for seventeen years, and I had gone
to the same school with the same people for thirteen years. I was looking forward to something
new in my life. I was most excited for my senior year because it was the year that I was going to
choose where I wanted to move away to and what school I wanted to spend the next four years of
my life at. As the year moved along, I slowly realized that I wasn't moving away and that I'd be
staying home to attend college, which was one of the most difficult decisions that I ever had to
make. At the beginning of the year, it all seemed so simple and I already knew where I wanted to
go. My top choice was UNC Charlotte, and my heart was set. It was the most beautiful campus I
had ever seen, and the town was perfect for me. At the time, I was also in a relationship with a
boy who attended the University, so in my head, it was all going to work out perfectly. Although I
thought it was perfect, my parents did not see eye to eye with me. My parents had always pushed
the idea of going to a community college on me, but I usually ignored what they had to say about it.
January came around, and I was

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