A Day At Martin High School

As an observer who often sees students getting in trouble for what they have done, I never would have thought that one day, the student would be me. I am unable to recall exactly what day of the year it was, but I remember what happened clearly. That day, everything seemed to go so well; I had a great day with my friends and the school day was coming to an end. Suddenly that evening, at 2:12 PM, my day began to get worse, as if I got jinxed. During passing period before my last class, I decided to go use the restroom and unsurprisingly, the girls restroom was packed. By the time I got to class, I remember clearly that I had arrived a second or two after the last bell had rung. That day, my teacher happened to be standing by the door during passing period and when I got to class she said, “I want you to write me a page on why you

they were 6 foot tall kids like 3 of them. We are done warming up. We go to the

A stranger in the village is someone that is new to a place or isn’t familiar with something. Approximately two years ago I moved, which meant I had to move schools too. I was 15 years when I moved to McEachern High School but it made me be a more independent person.

“ In the early month of May at the Menifee Middle School, it was a normal day until ‘YES’, ‘HIT HIM’ ‘HIT HIM.’ Students were pilling out into the schoolyard toward the echoes of cheering. With the excitement in the air, it was the chance for students to grasp the glimpse moment of exhilaration.

I walked up to the red line and positioned my left leg behind my right. I coughed as loudly as I could to get everyone’s attention. Slowly, people started to stop talking and stared at me with curiosity. I paced back and forth trying to decide which teacher I was going to pie in the face.

We got to the game and were facing the wildstawks. My team was worried the wildhawks were really good.

A school day went like this, we’d go to breakfast and wait in the line scoping out the cafeteria to see who we’d be in class with and who we’d get in trouble with. Then there comes first period with Mrs. collins, she teaches social studies and her class was pretty boring. I’d take notes each day and secretly laugh at my friends as they’d try to doze off, constantly looking at the clock knowing that in an hour I’d be in my “fun” class where I could relax. So it's time for next period and this was science class taught by the coach of all boy sports so we didn’t do much. We opened a book on our desk to whatever page he had written on the board, and the rule was: whenever someone comes to the door act like you’re working. Now, don’t get me wrong occasionally we would do assignments and take a quiz or two, but we had it pretty easy, except for the days after the games and the boys did bad. A victory meant we would watch a movie and a defeat meant we’d have to read the chapter, answer the questions at the end, and turn our work

When I arrived in the office, the principal was red in the face, her lips in a rigid line, and my parents were on the verge of

While I was waiting sitting in a room full of colorful posters about behavior with lots of paper shelf's,the principal was thinking what was she going to do with me and trying to contact my parents to tell them about

In my 4 years at Lemoore High School, I received a A-B average and have been told I am a “conscientious student” by my teachers. The class I had the most difficult was Spanish 1 my freshman year and ended with a D-. Other than that I believe I was an average student. My sophomore year I mostly had B’s, which was satisfying for me although I knew I could do better. My junior year I really tried my best to get the grades I wanted and ended it with only one C- first semester; Integrated Math 3, but ended the year with a B-. This year I made a decision to not enter math and it happened to be a huge difference in my transcript. I studied my hardest and received a total of a 4.0 GPA my first semester of my senior year and hope to have

After a schedule change, students and teachers have been having controversy about a four-period and eight-period school day. After two years of the new schedule, although calmed down somewhat, the controversy continues. An eight-period school day (traditional schedule) seems to be far outweighed by a four-period school day (block schedule). A four-period school day provides academic, educational, and emotional benefits when compared to an eight-period school day.

On the other hand, meeting all these new faces was not too bad. Everyone appeared to be very friendly, and the teacher, as well as the other students were very welcoming. By the time the bell rung, I was very excited, as my mother prepared food for me to eat when I got home.

I was ten years old when middle school first began for me at the Dr. An Wang Middle School in Lowell, Massachusetts, and already, I was excited for a new school year with new people, new teachers, and new friends. Sadly though, I never could have expected what the real turn out for me at that school was, and in truth, it was harsh, and cruel bullying. Mostly, the beginning of the year was fine for me, and everything seemed pretty normal, but as kids became more comfortable in the new school, they also became meaner. One rainy morning in October, a group of eight or nine kids decided to play a game with me, and because I was the shortest, and the chubbiest, they thought it would be funny to lock me outside of the school in the pouring rain. I tried getting in, and banging on the windows, but nothing would ever happen.

I feel as if happiness is a joke and no one ever let me in on the punchline. I see others enjoying it and having a grand old time, but I just don’t quite get it. There are times when I think I have figured it out, but it will slip from my grip and I’m left miserable, once again finding that I was wrong about it all along. It’s a vicious cycle of never-ending despair. That’s just my life for you.

Im sitting here looking outside my window, at the trees while thinking "What am I going to say for this essay?" As it is my fourth time writing a high school essay, I'm nervous as you may know from the way the opening of this essay sounds. I currently attend William L Dickinson high school, which was never my plan. Last year I was an eighth grader at Academy I thinking that my school name would help me get into a good high school but I was wrong. I've always wanted to go to County Prep High School, but unfortunately last year in April, everything changed. Thats when I got my big rejection letter. I have really bad anxiety so waiting for the letter was a pain. Then finally "We regret to inform you" the five dreaded words that every applicant