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Personal Narrative on High School

5 Pages 1195 Words March 2015

It was just the beginning of my high school life. I was just a snotty-nosed 8th grader, stepping into a whole new world. It was nothing like middle school. I didn't know anything about high school, or how it worked. I didn’t know that by just thinking to myself, "oh this is going to be so cool and awesome. I’m going to be so popular!" That I was setting myself up for failure.
At the beginning of my freshman year, I was extremely shy. I was living in Lancaster, and going to Antelope Valley High School. I wasn’t on track at all. I was just worrying about being cool, and hanging out with my friends. I was trying to break out of my shell. Not knowing that those little things were going to affect me throughout my high school life. Growing up I didn’t have a role model, or someone to look up to. Mostly everyone in my family didn’t even have a high school diploma, or even attempted to pass the eighth grade.
I remember one day, in the third grade, I had came home from school. I just had learned something new in math that day. The teacher gave us homework, and it was so hard at the time, and I didn’t understand it. So I decided to go home and ask for help. When I got home, I sat down and called my mom over to help me. She came, but didn’t even attempt to help me. All she told me was to go ask my dad, so I did. Went to him, he told me to ask my sister. Each time I ask for help, they would send me off to someone else. After ten minutes of that I got frustrated, and so I decided to go next door to my best friend’s house, and just do my homework with her. Besides my best friend, I didn’t have any motivation in my life.
I didn't know anything about high school. Maybe one or two of my older friends, that was already in high school, only told me not to mess up in the ninth grade, or it would mess me up throughout high school. They never told me about credits, they never told me about a lot of things. Knowing myself, and knowing t...

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