Personal Narrative: Loyola High School

Ever wonder what happens if everything changes in a blink of an eye? On June 3rd, 2016, I graduated secondary school. That night in my middle school gymnasium, the administrators had organized a celebratory party in the graduate’s honors. I remembered dancing the night away with the people I held so dear to my heart for nine years. The strobe lights shining and music blaring while we were staring at each other with content. We parted ways at the end of that cheerful night. We were sad to say goodbye, yet we didn’t know that some us were saying goodbye to each other for ever to go lead different lives apart from each other. At the time, I knew that moment will always be a highlight of my life but later I came to know that it was also a catalyst for change. Although freshman year and half of sophomore year brung hardships that have come and go, the experiences have changed me for the better throughout the year and a half.

I tried to socialize within the new population of Loyola High School. The elementary school mentality of gaining friends through having the same shoes and liking the same band although it might have worked as kids, it doesn’t help with my social life in the more mature population of high school. I learned that I must change my mentality towards gaining new friends to a relationship in which people compliment but also oppose each other and separately they can be different individuals, but together they thrive because of the help and offer each other.