Personal Narrative: My First Day Of High School

The first day of high school was soon approaching and I could not stop thinking about how I will be feeling when I step foot onto Arvin High School. Summer vacation seemed too short and I definitely wasn’t ready for the start of freshmen year. Shortly after I was telling myself, “I can’t wait to get out of here!” I knew that my decision to be here today would help me in the long run for my career, but I had no motivation. I remember my first days of high school were the worst. Everything that awaited me was circling in my head. The smell of old textbook, strict teachers, and loud crowds gave me a headache. I wanted out as soon as possible. Don’t get me wrong, I’m a fun person, very talkative, but at school I’m truly shy and simply miserable. I felt extremely overwhelmed to say the least.
Still, a lot of downfalls came into play. I skipped classes enough to lose count and I mainly put on a false front that I was sick just to stay home. In addition to never doing my homework, and when I did I copied from a classmate. Which I later realized wasn’t the best choice when it came to tests. Immediately upon commence of junior year I was called into the office for a meeting with the dean and my mother. The dean carefully evaluated my grades and came to a conclusion, with my mother’s approval, that I should be transferred to a continuation high school, considering I was behind seventy credits. So the changes were made and I was transferred