Personal Narrative: Where I Learned To Live In High School?

Where I used to live right before my family moved to send me to the high school was a small town known as Laredo, Texas, located right alongside the border of Mexico. I moved to Laredo from North Carolina when I was three years old because that is where most of the family on my father’s side resided. Laredo, in my personal opinion, made a portion of my time as a growing child feel empty whenever I got out of the house. Leaving Laredo was like leaving a slot machine while you still have the precious money and time still on your hands.
The private school I used to go to gave me the idea of what military schools should be like; we have to wake up at the crack of dawn, wear the same expensive uniforms and have to learn the same subjects throughout the elementary and middle school years. A bitter sentiment coursed through my body as I recall the memories of back then, I remembered the everyday moment where I was sitting down in my assigned seat and looking up front to where the teacher was giving the classroom a lecture, although I was worried constantly about certain teachers that walked into classrooms to hunt for any student that were not dressed properly.
There weren’t a lot of activities for a bummed-out kid hungering for
With the little time I had left in high school, I decided to make the best of it by broadening my knowledge and interests, make new friends and revitalize myself with what new and promising opportunities that surround me. If I had never set out to Lake Travis, I wouldn’t be going around anywhere without the new experiences I gained; Consequently, I could've been wasting my precious time and money on nothing