Personal Narrative Essay Examples High School

me happier than my parents surprising me with tickets to a Badger game. It didn’t matter if it was football, basketball, or hockey, I was excited to see the Badgers win, and hear the band celebrate with them. One of my favorite memories is from High School Band Day in 2014. I got rejected to homecoming on the bus there, but once I got in the stadium and saw the marching band rehearsing, my sorrows vanished for good. I couldn’t believe that I got to play during half time at a badger game! Since…

I don't even have 20 dollars for gas. Just because someone goes to school and parks in a different space they should not be charged 20 dollars for it. What if they don't have the money.What if they don't even have enough money for gas. So they drive to school, so they don't have to ride the bus for two hours every morning. At the beginning of every year…

have faced many, many challenges during high school. One of the most difficult challenges I faced was during junior year. I wanted to work in the school cafeteria for senior year, the only problem was they required only A’s and B’s, and my grades were B’s, C’s, and D’s. We only had 3 weeks to apply for the cafeteria and I was running out of time. I was motivated to get my grades up to A’s and B’s. It was a lot of work. I had to constantly stay after school, go to tutoring, etc, but I sucked it…

When I first came to this school I would say that I was a weakling I could barely lift weights I got tired very fast. When I first started strength training all I did was 10 pounds on the bar which I knew was bad looking at all the other people and I wanted to get stronger like like my friends in Brown City. Halfway through first trimester I had to do bench press with my partners and I seen your head walked up to me and he said “why don't you try a plate.” “I'll try but I'm pretty sure I won't…

calm streets. I would always ask about Maddie’s day at school and if she was struggling with any problems. She would get so excited…

eyes between gasps of precious air. My tired and aching muscles are all soon quieted by the rush of accomplishment that overcomes me after every workout. That toxic smell of my soaked clothes is just a reminder of victory. When I started my high school basketball career I was a nobody that no one knew, but the following year I was able to make the varsity team. This was because I showed up everyday willing to work and get better. Every suicide and scrimmage was just a test to see how hard I…

take a nap or try to do some homework for my online courses. I stepped on the bus, swiped my transpass, and sat at my usual spot on the bus; the three seater facing the backdoor. I see that across from me, there was a girl in a maroon catholic high school uniform on her phone. She’s a bit thicker and she’s wearing glasses. I only take one look at her and I go back on my phone to watch my show, waiting for the bus to pull out. I watched my show for a little bit and then look back up that girl,…

I was introduced to running in junior high school. Here, as part of my Physical Education requirement, I was required to run a mile every Wednesday. At first, I greatly disliked running. I would run out breath after 0.25 miles, and would barely finish the mile at a time of 6:26. Over the course of the year, I started to run around my local neighborhood. These short runs would be 20 minutes, and later in the year, these runs increased to an hour. With these runs, I noticed a considerable…

It was a normal Tuesday at good ol’ Freeburg Community High School. Our rambunctious lunch group sat around the table to enjoy the lunch of the day, chili. Now you see, I had brought my lunch, but I wasn’t allowing that stop me from enjoying a steaming bowl of chili. My bowl of chili warmed my hands, heart, stomach, my esophagus when it was occasionally too hot, and eventually my lap. Between all of the jokes and laughter I hadn’t noticed that my hands were shaking a tad more than normal; if I…

up in the morning and looked at the window; the sun is as bright as usual days and the sky is as blue as ocean; I have a basketball game at 9:30 a.m., it is at my high school, but when I looked my clock that I look every morning to check the time, and the clock is telling me that I woke up at 8:30 a.m., since I live close to the school, I do not need to wake up this early—9:00 a.m. is good enough for me— but I did not want to sleep again because once I sleep, I am pretty sure that I am going to…