Changing In High School

Middle school to high school is a big jump from not only school to school but also new people coming into our school, harder academics, sports are now a part of your school life, and a jump from school to school. My thoughts on high school have really changed over the past few weeks. When I first realized that we we're going to be in high school shortly, I got a little freaked out. Although I know alot of high schoolers and specific people that go to West I still feel overwhelmed by the fact that i'm going from a 600 person school to a 1,200+ person school. For the longest time I felt if high school would be the hardest part of my life and getting accustomed to the new setting would be hard for me, I thought the people there we're mean and

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

It was the year 2008, I had just graduated from St. Michael’s School located in Los Angeles, CA. This year was quite exhilarating for me also scary because I was going to attend an all-girls high school. Los Angeles was my birth place also a place where I called home. One day, I came home to hearing my parents talking about moving to Mississippi. I remained devastated, not only we were moving to the south, I’m moving away from childhood friends. I was worried I wouldn’t see them again and I was worried that I wouldn’t be able to make new friends in Mississippi.

You enter the large set of double doors leading into the main hallway of yet another new school. Your mind drifts to your old school as you observe your own reflection in the glass insets of the entry doors inviting you into a new world. A world you’d rather not be a part of, not now. This is not a new experience. It’s one that keeps repeating itself over and over. Larson Junior High will make the second school you’ve attended in the short time of being a ninth grader, and a total of eight schools since beginning the first grade.

My mother could be stingy like that. Keeping the old traditions locked inside her rib cage. She’d rather let them die than have them corrupted by a cell-phone Indian like me” (Alexie 4). The result of this rejection by his mother was that he is able to see his world without the haze of cultures biases.

Transitioning has always been a difficult for me. My freshmen year of high school experiences varied from disappointment, to complete chaos. Freshmen year of high school is tough, you worked yourself to the top to be placed in the bottom again. Not to mention middle school and high school are two different types of environments. I was aware that they were two different types of environments, so when my middle school offered a summer course at Carl Hayden High School I took the opportunity to help me adjust. The course was a reading comprehension class, I did not need help with my reading comprehension but took it to get a feel of how high school would be. Judging high school by one course was ignorant of me to do. From that short experience

Fifty percent of students’ state that middle school is a struggle and has changed them, here are some reasons why and how. Did you know usually for the first few days of school the student doesn’t have any or only a few friends! Another thing is it’s a big change from having one class to having six classes every day. Another reason is there is more classwork and homework to get done. To be fair, I am one of the students who stated that middle school was hard and changed me, let me explain why it was a struggle and how it changed me.

So school was a flop. I figured everybody would ignore me since I was the new kid. I guess this school likes picking on newbies. Worst first day ever. Figured if i’m going to live with Cora for a while might as well make the best of it. “Hey Cora. I don’t think I made a good first impression. Can I start over?” I asked.

On a Spring day in Oak Park, California a 10 year old girl stood at the front of her classroom, almost scared to death. This girl named Abigail was about to go on the roller coaster of emotions called middle school. "Hi. I'm Abigail" she said, her voice shaking. It's not always easy to be the new

Like any other transition in your life, you encounter changes. Going from elementary school to middle school made you a cool kid, and from middle school to high school, you could do whatever you wanted. But from high school to college, it is not what you become, it is you are striving to become. Professor Johnson’s American Government class at Valencia Community College pushes them to form better study habits, to realize the value of attending class, and to set goals for themselves.

“Are you ready to go?” my grandmother asked. Before I could answer, my brother and sister ran up to greet her. Afterwards around two or three hours, me and two of my younger siblings left to Columbia with my grandmother. But, my parents and my youngest sister left a few hours after we had left. After an exhausting and strenuous three hour car ride, we finally reached my grandmother’s house. A few days later, my whole family and my grandmother went out looking for houses to buy. My family saw numerous houses, some I enjoyed better than others. One house in particular caught my eye. Not the house itself, but the fact that we would have to be homeschooled instead of going to a whole new school. Being six and all, I was dreading the fact that I would have to go to school. Think about it, I was a six year-old that left my school and all of my friends in Georgia that had to go to a whole other school in South Carolina with no friends or even people that I knew. Sadly, my parents didn’t end up buying that particular house. Although, I think that my parents wanted me to go to school. The house my parents chose needed some work and style. The room that I sleep in now used to be an appalling shade of brown. The playroom used to

Ben ignored his father as he took his first steps out of the vehicle and progress towards the school foyer. There were tons of students, but they were all conglomerated into separate groups. He hadn’t ever seen so many people all in one school. He tried to approach some of the different globs that seemed to be interesting, but none of them were too accepting of him trying to become a part of their assembly. Nevertheless, Ben tried not to get discouraged and he ventured off onto his first day of school.

Throughout my experience with life adapting to a new place is always a challenge, from moving to another city or to another country, there bolted to experience new change from one previous one. For example, my family moves three times one from San Antonio to Beaumont, and last to Round Rock had in the past 5 or 4 years. In my case, the one event that has affected me much was going to high school

Many people assume that Indians live in bad households, and yes, typically that’s true. But when Junior goes to Reardan, he sees how lucky he is to have parents who care about him. “-and seen how great parents do their great parenting, I realize that my folks are pretty good. Sure, my dad has a drinking problem and my mom can be a little eccentric, but they make sacrifices for me. They worry about me. The talk to me. And best of all, they listen to me.” (Alexie, 153). He sees that even though his family is the typical Indian family- poor, drunk, and low class- they still care a lot about him. He also says; “I mean, yeah, Indians are screwed up, but we’re really close to each other. We KNOW each other. Everybody knows everybody.” (Alexie, 153). He shows that yeah, Indian’s are really messed up. We really don’t take care of ourselves or other people, but when people are in need of each other, they’re there. They’re all one family. This breaks the stereotype, of Indians being nothing more than poor and drunk. They all have a much better relationship with each other, and they’re all connected.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.