Narrative Essay Examples High School

Getting my scholarship for Santa Fe, graduating high school, moving out of the house, moving into an apartment, getting a job, and now starting freshman year of college. It is insane! It feels like it was just yesterday that I graduated from Klein Oak. Seeing all my family tear up as I walked across that stage, getting my diploma. Being part of the graduation of the Class of 2018. Seeing the acceptance letter for Santa Fe, crying with my mom in happiness. Saying goodbye to all my friends,…

it especially shows when I’m with groups of strangers. I was often hesitant to speak in classes in middle school simply to not bring attention to myself. I’d much prefer to listen and follow orders than participate in class. Participation based grading terrified me. At times, I just accepted the loss of points for not partaking just so I wouldn’t have to stress about it. Starting my high school career by moving to a new city didn’t help me much either. Fortunately, I moved into a small apartment…

I was sitting at the kitchen table, eating chips and salsa, as I usually did when I get home from school. I was exhausted from a long day of high school. This was last year, when I was still going to public school. My school was in Purcellville, with by car is only 30 minutes away, but on the bus there were other children in other neighborhoods that had to be dropped off first. I was always the last one off the bus because I lived the farthest away, which meant I was always the first one on…

A typical afternoon after school, my car pulled into the driveway. The air was cold and the sky was already dark. My phone buzzed with friends saying that they received their high school acceptance letters. I attended St. Andrew Apostle, a private middle school, and the norm was to also go to a private high school. Walking towards the mailbox outside, my phone kept buzzing. As I opened it, I immediately noticed three envelopes, two big and one small. Although I already knew what a small envelope…

address, I also had a new school. Naturally, I went to the school nearest my home, Connally High School. I didn’t know it on my first day of school, but Connally High School would become my 2nd out of 3 high schools I would attend. Connally High School was a whole different world from my previous high school. The most noticeable thing was the size. Connally has about 600 students in the whole school, while my previous sophomore class was 556 students, with 1000 in total in school. Also,…

University of Central Arkansas, located in Conway, Ar. Over twenty-six thousand students attend this school, and I am one of them. As I was in my final days of high school I became anxious. I was going to be moving to a new city and would have to make new friends. I prepared myself all summer for this drastic change, and before I knew it move-in day was here! The whole ride there I was trying to think positive thoughts but there were always some what ifs in the back of my head. My cousin had…

It started in freshman year, when I first entered high school I was on the football team. During the season school was all normal and I was just getting used to my schedule. Then it was the last game of the season for football and on the beginning kickoff of the game I was injured. I was able to walk off the field but I knew something was not right. The next day I went to the doctor and he told me I have torn my left ACL. These left me in an ominous place this is the first time in my life I've…

seems wrong. On the other hand, I, being the wonderful student that I am, must put all moral objections to the back of my magnificent mind and get on my high horse to step up to the challenge. One does not have to search high and low to find a good, no, great student. I sport a 4.0 GPA and have never made below a 95 in any of my high school courses. My behavioral record is spotless. In addition, I participate in extracurricular activities such as band. Currently sitting first chair…

I am walking through the empty, dimly lit hallway of _______ High, as I have done a million times before. Passing endless room after room filled with rows of desks, where students meet to grasp all the knowledge they can. I press my hand up against the cold, blue metal lockers that are hugged tightly against the cream painted brick walls. The smell of damp and musty air, filling my nose with each inhale. I really don’t have any business being here today. Yes, I am a student, but as far as I’m…

As the days until the new school year dwindle, I begin panicking. My counselor tells me I have little chance of getting any meaningful extension of my homebound instruction. I have failed at all attempts to find a homeschooling solution that I can afford and that would work for me, and I begin to accept that I will have to suffer two more years in awful anxiety. I talk to my friends about it, and one of them mentions that their girlfriend is being homeschooled this year. When I ask about the…