Personal Narrative: Why I Chose High School

Every morning in grade eight, I would wake and throw on my white blouse, my rainbow plaid skirt, my matching plaid tie, my green knee high socks and my black leather shoes and go off to school. I wasn’t a good student throughout elementary school, I had breezed by at the bottom of my class. My grade eight English teacher even told my parents and I that I was going to fail high school English if nothing changed by next year. While everyone was studying with their SSAT tutors and stressing over high school applications, as if they were applying to the Ivy League. I applied to one school called Crestwood Preparatory College. The same school my sister had started two years before, there was no required SSAT and all I had to do was go in for an interview. The interview consisted of my mother and I sitting down with the head of admissions, followed by an assessment in Math and English. I was accepted that same day. Soon after, I was appalled to find out that my “frenemy” Hunter was to attend the same school. I know frenemy is cringe worthy term, but that is the best way to describe our relationship.

As Graduation day approached I was overcome with sentiment as I counted down my last days on the campus comprised of dark oak walls, narrow hallways and a cold walk …show more content…
This time, I dressed in a gray skirt, a navy polo, gray knee high socks and new shiny black leather shoes. Though when I walked through the door and through the halls I quickly realized that I knew no one. I latched on to Hunter and she latched on to me. By the end of the day, I had a headache and my brain was dull, staring at that brick wall that seemed to suck the life out of me. I had felt imprisoned in the four walls of the school. Last period, I was sitting in French class with Hunter and both of us got out of there as fast as we could. I recall discussing with her how much I missed Montcrest on the TTC ride