My First Year In High School-Personal Narrative

Let’s travel back in time to when I was 16, almost thirty years. I was in the 11th grade, but just barely because it was August of 1990. This was our first year in the new high school that had just been completed. Like most teenagers, I had a specific group of friends that I hung out with at school, every morning, at lunch and after school. I remember them so well. Sharon was my closest friend out of the group, and we didn’t live too far apart, so spending the night with each other was a common occurrence. Kristy was my second closest friend. Our birthdays are only four days apart and we shared a few parties while in high school. Heather was next on my favorite friend list. She was quieter than Sharon, Kristy and I, but she was as sweet as

Crowds of overly excited teenagers had begun to fill the aisles and I remember smugly thinking, they didn’t have seats to climb on like we did, and that they would never get noticed. So, we stayed planted in our spots and sang and danced the night away. Song after song began and ended and the close of the show was imminent. We began to come down from our high state of excitement, preparing for the disappointment of the end of the show. And then it did; it ended. We sat and talked for a while, waiting for some of the traffic to move out of our way. Once we left our seats, we headed for the restrooms where we waited in line for what felt like an eternity. Then we found ourselves walking out of the building but still holding on to the excitement of the

Sure, there was one outside, but it was still a big deal to us to have been in that concert as just a group of friends with no babysitter. If my dad had been a smarter man, he would have done one of two things, brought earplugs or let someone else be the chaperone. We talked him into stopping at a Burger King so we could all get something to eat and drink. He came inside with us, and didn’t even seem to be embarrassed (which I thought was kind of cool in itself). When we finally left the restaurant, we headed back to Thomasville and slowly began to find the calmer side of ourselves. We began to talk slower and softer. We talked about the songs they sang and how they would dance and move around on the stage, playing leap frog a time or two. My dad delivered Kristy, Heather and Candy to their parents in the Gateway Shopping Center parking lot, as we had previously arranged. Then we took Sharon to her house and headed