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I got kind of mad/jealousbecasue Sophie was still my best friend and Hannah was still be 2nd best friend. I got kind of agetated with Hannah even though she just was hanging out with her. No one really noticed that I was sad and confused and a little angry because I did not want to show it or be mean because Hannah was still my
Other kids looked at me with a mad face. As soon as I got to know everyone they got to know be better then the new girl. I really don 't talk to boys like other girls. Last year at my old school, I knew everyone, I didn 't ask shy. I was normal.
Before I was completely cleared to go to Northern, I had to appear before the school board and tell them why I wanted to got to Northern. When I arrived to the meeting, it seemed that the hallway stretched out as I walked towards the door. Soon enough, I made it to the door and made my appearance. This is just one of the few obstacles I faced to get to high school.
“Nothing will work unless you do.” -Maya Angelou Entering my Junior year of high school I was forewarned about the most important and hardest year of my high school career, the year was looking more negative than positive from the advice given. Despite those comments I decided to enter with a positive mindset starting with my soccer season. I had been playing since I was 6, captain of my middle school team, injured my freshmen year, and was having one of the best seasons my Junior year for both my school team and out of school league.
My family and I (over there) started making friends. As usual, I was shy and I started off by having only one friend. My first friend over there is named Paola. We were almost like best friends and I told her a lot of personal things. Especially about a certain guy I started to like: Albertmy.
"Did you start yet? " I mumbled through a numbed mouth filled with medical tools. The doctor chuckled and replied, "I am actually almost done. " My mouth felt swollen and bubbly and I could not see his work at all.
8th grade One cold day in October I was on my way to class when the school had a gas drill, everyone ran outside and lined up by there teachers, everything was going well for me till some girls keep putting grass on my hoodie “stop doing that, also why are you doing that?” after I said that they stops for a minute and started doing it again, “you know that this is boring so just let me do this *smile*” said the girl although it was itchy and made me mad I let her do it till we went inside and since then we’ve been friends.
Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.
I was assigned to a science project where I did not know anyone in that group. I was super scared to not go do and to tell the teacher I didn’t want to be with them. But that day, I decided to give it a shot, so towards the end of the project, I learned that I shouldn’t be scared to talk to others that making new friends building relationships will last forever. They invited to parties and events that they were doing with their friends. I even made more friends by going to these events.
As a child, I was always told to dream big by my mother, father, and many others. Nonetheless, living with my mother, stepfather, and siblings in San Jose, there was constantly fighting, moving around, and fear from within, as well as the outside world. I always struggled in school but didn’t think much of it, considering both parents and older siblings were high school dropouts but weren’t in disastrous situations. Towards the end of elementary school, I refused to go to school because of my social phobia, as well as the fact that I would be bullied because of my speech impediment. Near the end of my seventh grade, I went to Modesto with my dad every weekend and found the different environment to be very calming, thus when the time came for him to bring me back home, I would cry in the car and beg to be taken back to Modesto.
As my Freshman year begins, I am starting to realize how important certain things are in my life. Freshman year is full of distractions that could lead to many bad things, such as putting popularity and friends before grades and education. Many people are unaware of how easily this can happen, and before they know it, they are in jeopardy of not graduating to go on to college. However, It is important to also have a life outside of grades, and to get involved at school. I plan on accomplishing three different goals by the end of freshman year and high school in general.
All of my high school years i 've wanted to be remembered and leave an impact on this school. I wanted to be involved and try my hardest in everything I do, and excel even more. I love this school and would not want to graduate from anywhere else, continuing my family tradition. I have been a participant in track, show choir and also band.
1. During my first 2 year of high-school, I was on a fast track to success but everything changed my school tuition dramatically increased from 9500 dollars to 15,000 dollars. Since we lived on income of $47k a year, you could imagine how paying $25,000 on your children’s education (including my sister) would be extremely difficult. However, my parents always believed in granting their children with the best they are capable of giving.
As my mom woke me up at 6:00 on my first day of high school I was overwhelmed with feelings of excitement and dread. As I put on my new white shirt and crisp plaid shorts, I couldn’t help but reflect on everything in my life that had lead me to my first day of high school at St. Thomas More. After eating my cheerios for breakfast, I went outside where my neighbor Katherine and her mom were waiting to pick me up. The carline went on for miles and miles, but we still arrived to school promptly at seven. As I stepped out of the car, I couldn’t wait to see how my first day of high school would go.
