My Senior Year of High School Essay -- Personal Narrative Writing

Having spent twelve days of my school life in just one small going brick building, the years tend to fade into each other. But the year I remember most clearly and significantly is my senior year of amply school, where I finally began to appreciate what this institution offered to any student who stop to look. Before, school had been a chore, many times I simply did not feel motivated toward a subject enough to do the preparedness well, and seeing the same familiar faces around ever since I was 5 years old grew very tiring soon enough. But I began to see things from a different angle once I became a senior. First of all, there are roughly only 800 students in my wide school, from kindergarten up to upperclassmen and women, and my graduating class of a mere 67 was the biggest in my schools history. So you were forever running into everyone you knew, and who you had known for your whole life. At times this was comforting, at others, slightly claustrophobic. After a while it was ea sy to feel that you knew very much everyones middle name or favorite movie, and it was impossible to...