Personal Narrative: Rebel In A Catholic School

Rebel in a Catholic School.

From sixth grade to sophomore year, I attended Pinecrest institute, a catholic private school. Can you predict where this is going? After a few years I grew used to the persona I’d created for myself, I was on top of the social food chain with my friends, in this way, I was in power. Nevertheless, all who rise must fall to learn to lead with compassion in their awareness.

First day of eighth grade, three years in this school, quietly surviving. I occupy a position on the teacher’s desk, surrounded by friends and laughter caused from memories of the party last Saturday night. A white buttoned shirt along with a dark green and blue plaid skirt make me look like a basic catholic girl, yet I couldn’t be more different. The dark curls fall on my back beside the red strikes I added for this occasion, achieving the flawlessly organized messy look for back-to-school-day. I could not care less about

Fernanda, Andrea, Juan Pablo, and Eduardo. I’m sure you’ll get along swell.” I tighten my jaw and try to slow my breathing, I give my fakest smile and turn my charm on, I step closer to the group and lead them outside away from Principal Grandillo. I gesture to the green view and turn around, walking backwards to see their faces.

“Welcome to Pinecrest Institute Junior High, it sucks.” I say, three of them laugh, the other one looks at me annoyed, and I can already tell he’ll cause misfortune. He observes my every movement, analyzes my every word, and asks one too many questions that are not related to the school.

After the tour, I lead them to Grandillo’s office once again, and when I attempt to leave, he makes an effort to stop me. He tells me that he knows this isn’t who the real me, that exceedingly aggravates