Personal Narrative- The Things I Learned from my Freshman Year of High School

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my dreams. I don’t think I could have been any further from the actual truth. Things don’t always turn out how they are planned and my high school dreams definitely did not live up to my high expectations.

Walking into my first day of freshman year I was scared out of my mind. The school was so big and I was far from being a very big person. I was only fourteen years old and since I am the oldest child in my family, the only upperclassmen I knew were the girls from the soccer team that I had been working out with all summer. The hallways were crowded with friends catching up after not seeing each other all summer and out of what seemed like a million people I saw that day, I barely knew anyone. When I first walked into my class, I figured out I was in community along with sixty-five other kids. The sad fact about that was it was more kids than were in my entire graduating class in middle school. I went to Pleasantview School for the Arts from fourth through eighth grade and it only accepted a ce...

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...ool showed me that it’s not so bad to embrace new situations, but you have to be careful not to let it define you.

In the end, I figured out that I was right to be scared of high school. What happens in those four short years can change the course of the future forever. It’s important to soak it all up and take in as much as possible. Most of the things learned in school are not things that can be learned from textbooks. I figured out that hard work looks a lot better that just being smart and that a positive attitude along with a smile can work wonders. The most important thing I learned so far was to just go for it, no matter what it is or how impossible it seems. Being afraid of things and holding back on change doesn’t help any cause. I learned a lot in that first year of school and hopefully I’ll have the same kind of experience with my first year of college.