Personal Narrative-Identity In Cypress Bay High School

Reluctantly stumbling through a sea of all different walks of life, I tightly held on to my clunky lunch box as it bumped into every new face I passed. I scrambled around the intimidatingly large campus of Cypress Bay High School searching for my classroom. “Excuse me, do you happen to know where the 300’s building is?” I asked in a shaken voice, but no one seemed to hear me. It was as if everyone spoke a different language that I did not understand. I felt like a miniscule ordinary hydrogen atom amongst a solution of complex ions. I looked at my phone screen, comforted by the familiar faces of my middle school best friends and I in front of the church at our 8th grade graduation. Suddenly, I glared at the time as the bell rung; it was 7:30 and astounded and perplexed, I was late. …show more content…
Each student was forced to dress the same: dull green polos, boxy khaki pants, plain brown shoes, and socks embroidered with our school emblem. Because I attended the same school from the moment I was potty trained to the year before I acquired my driver’s permit, I found solace in the familiarity of the yellow-walled hallways and the comforting scent of Clorox as I entered each classroom. Nevertheless, as I began my high school career excited to enter the young adult realm, I was disappointed to discover what seemed to be a mature version of my monogamous orthodox upbringing. Throughout my freshman year I struggled to find my niche, but I couldn’t help but wonder if there was more to life than indistinguishable apparel and theology