College Admissions Essay: Standing Up In High School

Back in seventh, I meet a girl who I instantly click with. We always hung out after school, told each other everything and whenever there was a group project, we would be partners or go together in a group. Eighth grade was when things started to change because we weren’t in the same class. The problem wasn’t that we were going to grow apart simply because we didn’t have any classes together because all our options were together and there was always lunch to hang out with each other. After a of school month, it was radio silence from her, I tried to talk to her, but she would either turn away or started to talk to someone else. I couldn’t comprehend when had happened between us, we didn’t get in an arguement. I wouldn’t have called her overweight, she was just a bit chubby, but by January she was unrecognizable. Her arms and legs looked like toothpicks and her head looked like it had shrunken in. When ninth grade rolled around, she started to talk to me again because we had mutual friends that we would eat lunch together in a group. We had French class together where we would sit with each other. In March, she started doing small that would have the lunch group and I were scratching our heads. At first it was just little things, like getting angry for no reason or excluding some girls in the group. Then it turned into her dating one of the lunch girl's ex-boyfriend. It’s

I remember waking up that day and that feeling in my stomach, knowing what was about to happen. Growing up I knew about my father's sickness. My family, I recall, was always supportive. No one ever thinks about how one day, everyone you’re around for years, can just vanish. I cherished my friends as I was growing up. I lived there for a majority of my life, up until fourth grade. I remember sitting at a neighbor's house and having the mother come into the room and inform me that I need to be home swiftly. As I ran home, my head was crowded with thoughts to the point where I could not even think about why I was supposed to be home quickly. That day marked the transition of what would be the biggest change in my life. As by dad became sicker,

About two months into freshman year I began to realize she or anyone else would ignore me or keep it conversation short. To this day, I still do not know what I did for this to happen. As far as I knew we were on good terms and had made up an alone time ago. I confronted them with what was going on and how I was seeing it. Their responses show a little sympathy. My friendships were going downhill fast and the only person who I had was Nathan, to lean on. During these few months, I felt so alone and unworthy. I came home crying every day and ate a lot more which caused me to gain weight. Online I saw my name appear for the most hated and many hateful tweets referring to myself. I did not want to go to school or see anyone; except for Nathan. I resorted to cutting myself on the leg where no one would see it. I did not want to live and cutting makes me feel like I was alive. I eventually got a dog who i named Poe and for a while he was one of the only reasons i had a reason to live. I began to reconnect to old friends in seventh grade. The group of the five of us held me somewhat together for a while, but truly Nathan held me together. We became so close from hanging out everyday and doing everything together. They even got our poe’s brother and their own pet. He was my only best friend, but i wanted things to change. There was nothing i could so to change the place i was in but i NEEDED

School was the same as yesterday, full of zoning out. When I got home from school I ran into my room and threw myself onto my bed. I laid there for a good ten minutes or so. I was scared to death, but at the same time I was so excited. I knew I would make it, but I was still terrified though. The fact that I was in the first group to go made me a lot more nervous. In a way it’s a good thing so I wouldn’t have to think about it and get more nervous than I already was. Once I had got ready I laid right back on my bed. I’m not sure why I was so tired, but I clearly was. If my mom wouldn’t have called me I would’ve been dead

My Junior Year of high school just recently started. I have learned so many different things while attending high school, and still have over a year to learn even more. As Matthew Kelly said, “whether you are sixteen or sixty, the rest of your life is ahead of you. You cannot change one moment of your past, but you can change your whole future.” This means while I have done a lot in my past, I cannot change anything that has already happened, but I am able to change my future. One of the most important things that I am involved in right now is school. My first two years at CBHS were good, and I made decent grades. Some of the grades that I made I am not very happy with now but I cannot change that so I need to focus on my grades right now because those are the ones I can change.

When people tell you that high school would be the best time of your life, you don’t really understand the magnitude of what they’re saying until your time is coming to an end. A lot of people say that you “find yourself” in college. I, however, had the advantage of finding myself in high school. These past six years have been awesome, and I really mean it. I know it might not seem believable for a high school student to enjoy school, but I’m not lying about this stuff. I felt this way even before there was a scholarship to apply for. My mom taught me from a young age to enjoy going to school, and as much stress as it might have caused me over the years, I still loved every second of it. It’s easy to focus on the undesirable parts like sleep

Looking back at the years that I have completed in high school is a funny but a true life changer. If I was to go back to one year of high school I would want to go back to freshman year. One reason why I would want to go back to freshman year is to talk to myself. Another reason I would want to go back it tell myself to listen more. The last reason would to see if I could improve myself in any way.

Marie and I had just left her house and were walking to the tryouts. It was a really quick walk because she lives only 2 houses away from the studio. This was back in August 2017, a few days after dance camp ended for the summer. We hurried down the stairs to go inside and kept talking about how nervous and excited we were the whole way down. Once we got inside of Bleker’s, we started talking to the other girls. After just a few minutes we were all taken into the dance room and together we all learned a hip hop, jazz, and tap routine. We only had about 30 minutes to learn all of the routines so we were all feeling a little rushed. Before we knew it, the dance teachers put us into groups of 3-5 girls. These groups were the people we would perform our dance routines with. My group was Meghan S, Grace, and I.

“You are not college material, look at these grades,” my Mother proclaims as she looks at my recent report card. “Stick with sports kid” my Father, adds. The sad part is, I actually believed them.

I’m Andy Adams a Junior in high school and in early middle college. I clearly don’t have a favorite subject yet, but soon enough. In English class I’m a little rusty on some stuff, but can work through it. I’m very motivated, when there is an assignment I’m on it right away and get done. I do get rusty on test and I still get retakes if I failed miserably and still get on it. I’m very good in English like I get a B previous English classes.

BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! Imagine waking up early one day to your alarm clock screeching like a banshee. You climb out of bed and immediately fall onto the ground, exhausted from school the day before. The coaches made you run three whole miles! I know, I can’t believe it either! You pick your lifeless body up off of the ground and stumble to the bathroom. You check your phone for the time and scream in frustration. You can practically hear the Psycho theme music playing in the back of your head. Setting your alarm for six o’clock in the morning was a huge mistake. You got out of bed for absolutely no reason. It’s Saturday.

There is a in my lunch period, her name is Megan, she was probably the nicest person in the school. One day she saw a girl who just moved here sitting alone, in a split second Megan got her lunch and sat by this lonely girl. Megan and this girl (I'll call her Raymi) hung out for the whole lunch period. Eventually this became daily, then Megan introduced Raymi to all her other friends. Megan and Raymi now have a friendship. Megan was being kind and helped Raymi find other friends, that's "friendship".

It was the summer before 9th-grade year that I was no longer alone, I made a new friend. She is possessive and controlling. I thought we’d part ways before the two months would end, but she had other plans. Our friendship grew and we became friends with benefits;

“Beep, Beep, Beep”! In the morning, my alarm goes off, I look at my clock, and it reads 5:00am. I think to myself, “why not sleep in like everyone else”. Then I remind myself to get up and that it will be worth it in the long run. So, I moan out bed and stumble into the bathroom. I run the hot water and splash it onto my face and I think about how I can get better today. I brush my teeth then I stumble back to my room and change into my workout clothes. I go downstairs, pour myself a cup of black coffee, eat a banana, and get in the car. I get into I get to the gym at 5:30am, and I have to remind myself that different is good, and that it isn’t a bad thing to be different.

When I was in kindergarten, I met my best friend. She was very shy at first and nothing about her seemed malicious. However, as the years went by, she became very imperious and unwilling to share anything, including friends. She wouldn’t allow me to befriend any other people without putting up a fight. However, she was allowed all the friends she pleased. Over the years she began to push everyone apart so that she was the common area between a bunch of enemies. Eventually, she and I began to argue over petty things and she would always make me feel as if I did something wrong. A massive argument then arose and I began to lose hope for our friendship because even though she was using me, I was oblivious at the time. The fight did separate us, and I was quite somber about the situation. However, this was when I realized all the things she had been doing wrong; all the things that I was better off without. The ending of our friendship for this period of time allowed me to reach this epiphany that I was my own person able to have my own friends, able to make my own decisions, able to be happy about my accomplishments. This sudden realization lifted the doleful weight from my shoulders, allowing me to become a much happier person with a new outlook on my life. Like I stated before, sometimes it takes us until we reach our lowest point to realize the journey that awaits, to regain the hope and strength that was lost