Narrative Essay Examples High School

In high school, the teachers would always say that they are preparing us for what we will be writing in college. That was not accurate at all in my case. When I took my first college literature class, I was doing things differently than I have been taught over the past several years. Both required you master your grammar and sentence structure, but that was the only similarity. In high school, you are taught to section your paper in to five paragraphs. You had to group your topics very broadly in order to get them to fit in the little space of three paragraphs you had available for information. On the other hand, in college, I was given a page number requirement. In college, the papers are more research-based essays oppose to high schools narrative…

Waking up before the sun on the first day of high school, I pictured myself walking into heaven. No more jail-like school uniforms that I’ve been stuck with since kindergarten, overly handsome varsity athletes everywhere, popular cliques that all the dorks －like myself－looked up to, and freedom. Freedom from being treated like a baby. I was practically grown. At least that is what I thought; it was only the beginning. I felt as if I was living the dream, and then I actually stepped on campus.…

Narrative Essay It all started my sophomore year of high school. People always tell you that when someone knocks you down, you should always get back up and keep trying. I had this mindset at the beginning of my sophomore year, but I ended up letting a teacher of mine knock me down to the point where I didn 't quite get back up for a couple years after. I never expected my second year of high school to go so array. But, I was able to push myself back up and forget leave my negative experience…

was not a brat who was crying because she is at her sister 's graduation, because that’s not true. In less than 14 hours I would be graduating from Middle School, I was happy but also very anxious. Although, Middle school was awkward, I had made so many memories with many of the people I had met along the way. My dream high school was the very high school where my sister…

here in 2012, was a small quiet town and although that is something that I now I know it is also so much more. I was in middle-school when I first came but it was in high school that I truly grew to appreciate the wonderful community. My first year of high school was certainly unnerving, although I had previously attended an elementary and middle school that were more than double its size it still held an allure of suspense over what may soon come. My freshman year was admittedly, uneventful,…

When I moved to Springfield Township from Cheltenham Township, I really despised the sudden change. I disliked almost everything about it but what I did not know at the time is that by my senior year I would eventually love this school as I molded it into a place that I wanted to be at. During the end of my freshmen year, I found myself with a new view of how I was going to cultivate at Springfield Township High School. After meeting a valuable presence that will have forever leave an imprint…

Through the lies and starving eyes of the monster, called life, with the nickname of high school, there was always someone lurking around every corner waiting to knock down its next victim. Waiting for someone to doubt themselves just for a second so they can whisper things to ravage everything that they have or will have. It was at the commencement of high school where I realized that we were the verdant people celebrating that everything was just one sizable voluminous fantasy and that…

It was a cold november night under the bright lights of Beaverton high school. It was that november night that still taunts me every day of my life. This was the biggest game of my young high school career and i was going to let the number 30th team in sate stop our journey to the state championship. Week before we beat the number 4th team in state so we regained home field for one more game. We were favorite to win by two goals. But that doesn’t mean anything when the ref blows his whistle.…

nine. But to a crowd of brooding teenagers, it was a bunker inside of a warzone: high school. Among the crowd, one boy stood away from the wall. His arms weren't physically entangled with the rest of us, his blue eyes were slightly brighter, and I knew that somehow different. I later found out that he was…

Narrative Essay About a month before the end of 7th grade, my mom walked up to me and asked if I wanted to go to a magnet school, this is a school that offers higher level classes with a more problem solving based directive. Now, at this point middle school had been kind of a bore; there was not much to do in middle school, so naturally I agreed without thinking.The classes I would be taking would be with the same group of students throughout the day, no intermingling. The brochure and further…