Attending High School Narrative

Going through high school the days were all the same, except for game days. There was just something different about the culture of the school. You could almost feel the excitement in the air. Every “Good luck tonight,” that was received made it feel like the whole school was rooting for me. This was my senior year and tonight was an especially big game. The game that night would decide if we made playoffs and if I could step on the court as a Hawk again.

Coming to school every day as a tenth grader was exciting, but it can get very annoying at times. I had to overcome many challenges to make it this far. Generally, freshman year was a year of change. One of the greatest things I learned as I reached sophomore year, was not to procrastinate.

After sitting at the same desk for three years, I figured I was beyond seeing anything new. I was wrong. After that third year I saw a lot more than I thought I would. I went up to high school and everything was so much different. The grades were harder, the assignments were harder and the teachers were harder.

Growing up I learned about financial trouble by my parents telling me that Santa’s workshop is under construction, so he’s limited on supplies. I got told that at a young age and at the time I didn’t understand. Once I got older and started following financial situations and saving money, I realized what they meant. Looking back at it now, it isn’t a big deal because I understand what happened. At the time I was upset because I knew I wasn’t going to get everything on my list.

Wow senior did go extremely fast. I blinked and I’m about to graduate. I honestly look back and think about how this is what I’ve wanted, to be out of school, and now that it's here, I’m not ready. I’m not ready to be an adult. I tried to put it off as long as possible but that was impossible with the hands life dealt me. But at the same time I’m glad I’m almost finished because I have more time for me! I work out, I read books, I work my butt off, and just take care of myself and the people around me. I honestly love it. High school has honestly been a burden with how much has gone on in my personal life. I can’t wait to just have time to focus on life! I honestly can’t wait to get my first tattoo or dye my hair, which I’ve never done, but

"Then comes baby in a baby carriage" was all Rafael could think about when he sees Sonny push a carriage with various bags attached to it into his apartment. What on earth was he involuntarily being roped into? Babysitting and on the one day he wasn't busy with multiple cases or tutoring his boyfriend.

The summer of 2012 was the start of the downward spiral into my high school career. This ass hole guy decided to dump me and my dumb ass kept going after him when I know I shouldn’t have so I got hella drunk one night (as a 14 year old) and made this hilarious video with my bff that people hated apparently even though we looked hot. And so we got kicked out of cheer lol. Stupid mrs hatfield even had the vid on her phone like wtf lol. So yeah great start to high school.

Rain poured on me as I walked home. I was all soaked and as usual, I was alone. It was close to night, and I lived in Del Mar. The other kids walked on the other side of the sidewalk gossiping and insulting me under their breaths, but I tried to not let the voices get to my head. I just kept treading forward. I got to the streetlights and made my across the street to go hike up the hill that leads to my house. My tucked my hands in my jacket pockets and positioned my head down to the dark, paved, and quiet street.

Going into High School I didn’t know what to expect, I was nervous but I knew what classes I wanted to take and get over with. World Geography was an option and I was discussing it with my sister, she did let me know that there would be mostly all sophomores in that class because it was a sophomore class. That did get me a bit nervous because I only work well with a certain amount of people. The first day of school I was a little calm because when I walked in, I already knew most of the people in my class. Somethings that I will take from World Geography is how I somehow managed to improve on my time management skills, with the help of Mr. Brubaker and DJ, I got to see what I needed to improve in my writing and I took what I learned in this

‘Crash’ the smell of my mum’s homemade peanut chicken curry mixed with textbook ink, wafted through the school locker rooms.

Since entering Hingham High School, I have developed into a leader equipped with skills that allow me to take roles in improving the community. My junior year, I became a Student Council fundraising committee head, where I was first introduced to taking initiative on a large scale and utilizing organizational skills to bring the school together. A noteworthy example of my leadership skills occurred when I, along with my fellow committee heads, were tasked with organizing the Hingham High lip sync. Initially, we worried that the event may be canceled as it had been the prior year when Student Council failed to sell tickets and assemble a team of teacher chaperones. Many members of the student body expressed their disappointment with previous

My day was going great, actually, it was going great. All of my classes have been good, I've made good grades all morning, nothing has gone wrong. Well, until lunchtime.

Is it a left or a right at the stairwell? I should just go home. Did you actually think you could pull this off? Moron. Whatever I’m almost there. I don’t know what dad was fussing about. Going to the cafeteria isn’t nearly as bad as he had said. I am lost though, but they acted as if there were lions and tigers and bears. Oh my God! That smells amazing! Is that Cheerios? Wait, there’s a chickeny smell. Maybe, a chicken biscuit? Whatever, anything is better than that crap at home. Do I turn here? These damn walls look the same. Oh, there’s a light. Can’t wait to taste-- Ouch! Why is that duct so freaking high up? It smells like chlorine in here. Where am I? It’s hella bright in here. Is this a classroom? Oh god! That means some student will see me and they’ll call the janitor and--

It was a depressing day with sinister wind. Timidly, I sat in the classroom as I waited for George (our ELA teacher) to pass out our midterm exam sheets. I expected the score to be acceptable, since I was not an idler (litotes).

One of the toughest transitions in my life was going from middle school to high school. After getting rejected by basically all of the best high schools in Jersey City, I felt like I had already miserably failed my life. It was September 8th, 2008, the day that I arrived to United States from Ukraine; that day I made a promise to my mother that I would make something out of myself and make our journey to United States meaningful. I ended up going to a high school called, Academy of Independent Studies, it wasn’t a good high school but it was that or nothing. After basically wasting my first year of high school, I was given a second chance. At end of the year, I found out that the school will be shutting down and all the students will have to be transferred to a different high school. Our choices were to be either transferred to High Tech High School or County Prep High School.