Descriptive Essay About High School

“We eat in the teachers lounge. I wouldn’t even try the cafeteria food. God, it tastes like crap.” I giggle. Is he joking? “Um. are we even aloud to go in there?” The boy rolls his eyes. “Heck no. But there’s nothing wrong with a little, trouble, right?” he winks, and pulls me closer to him. “Right,” I lie, and follow him over to the so-called teachers lounge. The lounge is much nicer the cafeteria-there are large padded chairs, a snack bar, and no teachers in sight. “Where are they?” I question. The boy shrugs. “The other lounge. It’s much nicer, but you gotta work with what you got, right?” He’s doing the “Right?” thing again. “Right,” I lie once more. He begins to serve himself at the snack bar. I’m surprised at how he does things so easily without feeling even a tinge of guilt. “Cheese or salami sandwhich?” he says. “Surprise me.” Oh, now its like I’m flirting with him. Great. Suddenly, the door of the lounge swings open, and out rush out three of what seem like the boys’ friends. Sure enough, he introduces them to me: Raven; who has spikes sticking out of every area of her clothing, Byron; who has seemed to beat the record for piercings on one ear; and then himself, who turned out to be named

Malcolm was sprinting up the hallway the fastest he ever had before. He was followed by Shay and Rolfe who was freaking out as usual.

Middle school was a lot of fun for me, I met a lot of new people and lots of new girls. It was also kinda tough in the beginning with switching classes and things and having so many different teachers and lots of homework from different classes and having to remember the room numbers of each class but eventually I got used to everything.

“That hot day, the high school students were laughing and they laid stretched-out—near the walls. In fact, some of them were aggressively touching one another.”

Slowly, other sixth graders started filing in. Tristen slumped into the seat next to me and Marcus Eastman to her right. There was of chatter for the first few minutes, but as everyone was logging in, the room fell silent. The only noise heard was the sound of 20 students clicking their mouses. One-by-one, everyone finished their tests. I was the third to finish, after Sabrina, who hadn’t tested on a chapter book, and Sebastian, who I’m sure just tested on a random one. I scored ten out of ten and walked to the book return and tossed Hatchet in. Then, I roamed the library, searching for a new

Isabel sat at the back corner next to a window and the chalkboard. “Now class, what did we do at PE today?” Many kids jumped in their seats hoping to be called on. “Please sit children we are not wild animals. Now Kennedy what did we do in PE?” Kennedy politely and quietly said, “Today at PE we played kickball. We played The Cobras and won 15 to 9.” “Thank you Kennedy. Now we will go to our lockers for the end of the day. Please don’t slam your lockers or talk too much.”

“ All we want from you guys is you guys to treat us finely or just don’t talk to us,” replies Taylor. Just then the school principal Mrs. Payne walks into the hall and sees the girls having a fight.

It was a warm, autumn day. Student’s at Crystal Clear High in Columbus, Ohio, were all scurrying to get to school. Kids crunching through as many leaves as possible, a pumpkin spice latte in one hand, and their iPhone in the other. It’s 8:30 and first period starts. “Ashley Jameson, your phone is mine, you can come pick it up at the end of the day. This is the third time it’s happened in the last week.” said Professor Hugh. “WHATEVER, fine” replied Ashley, sassily. “Yeah, Ashley” said Dylan, in a sarcastic tone, smirking. Consequently, Ashley rolled her eyes at Dylan, and made the walk of shame back to her seat. Soon, lunch came and students ran to get the best seats.The scent of testosterone, sweat, and packaged beef filled the air. The jocks

Caleb Logan walks into High Field High School’s grand hall entrance and looks around him. There are students sitting on benches talking and laughing and students sitting at tables noses buried deep in textbooks, books, and homework. Some students looked like the cool kids in leather jackets and hair all done. He quickly scanned the crowd again looking for his best friends Lilliana and Sebastian. Caleb’s eyes lingered on a boy in the crowd of cool kids and saw him coughing and hacking. His eyes lingered a little longer, then he went off to find Sebastian and Lilliana.

There were 5 guys, just as I am about to explain. So, let me introduce them to you. Besson, Corbyn Besson, was a Senior. Star of the football team, captain in fact. Oh, did I mention he’s the quarterback, too? Yeah, he’s mister popular. He has amazing eyes and his hair is everything. And of course, he has a girlfriend. Miss blondy captain of the cheer team who’s also a senior. Yeah, sucks right? Well I’ll move on to the next guys. Jonah Marais, the other senior. He is the star of the baseball team. He is one of the most lovable, sweetest guys you’ll ever meet. Next is Daniel, Daniel Seavey. He is a Junior. He has the most gorgeous eyes I have ever seen in this existence. He doesn’t really play sports, he’s more of the musician. He knows how to play lots of instruments and he's amazing at every single one of them. He doesn’t have a girlfriend, he just has girl friends. The only Sophomore is Jack Avery. He is the definition of

shoulders, then they both ran under the caution tape. The three boys stopped and looked around there were dead trees everywhere.

"What's going on here?" Tyler look at both Summer and I for answer. "Summer came to officially welcome Sacha into Rougeville High School." One of her light pink hair told Tyler. I just rolled my eyes at her lie. "Oh, yes! Just trying to welcome our new senior her." Summer smiled, confirming the lie. Tyler grinned believing what she said. "That's great Summer," His eyes landed on me. Why does this boy have to be this towards me? Especially when his girlfriend is insane obsessive over him. "I'll catch you later in class, Sacha." And with that he guided her girlfriend to a near by table as her posse stare me down. "Already made enemies with the Queen Bees, I see." I jumped up to see a dark-skinned girl right across my table. "Who are you?' I ask her. Her hair was raven black as it was puffy. Her attire consist of white shoes, pants, and jacket while her crop top was black. Throughout the time Summer and I bumping heads, the random girl had time to get her lunch and sit right next to me. "Thea Jones. The official 'nerd' at Rougeville." She said with pride. "You are a nerd? No way" I exclaimed, not believing her. "What? Do I need some big over-sized glasses to prove it?" She look at

The high school experience is something that will forever dominate the psyche of most American adults. It was an unforgettable time of fun, rebel-rousing, summer loves and parties. It was a time of warm summer days at the pool and chilly autumn nights, watching the football team and wondering were the party was going to be that night. School dances and hotel parties. Seems like all I can remember are the good times. High School is a very emotional time for many teens and everything matters. The insidious problems that I had to face are but a smudge on my memory, things like too much homework, zits, mean people, gossip, and algebra. The social atmosphere that permeated every aspect of high school could

Each Friday morning, during football season, I wake up with butterflies in my stomach. I wake up knowing that I have a football game that night. Football Fridays, for me, are usually filled with excitement, stress, anxiety, and nervousness. I wake up and put my jersey on as I think about the long stress and excitement-filled day I have ahead of me. The day starts off with the elementary halls favorite event, the Colonel Walk. Every Friday morning the football team lines up behind the band, cheerleaders, and dance team to walk the very halls we did every school day in elementary. We shake hands, high-five, and hug the students that look up to us as upperclassman and the teachers that helped make us the young adults that we have become.

“I don’t understand why you boys have to be so wound up and wild” says teacher 2.