Descriptive Essay About High School

Music Plays behind us. The bass upon the speaker fill the room. Kai and I wait, silence between us but music fills the air around. The room, a little messy, dribbled paint on the floor, and the smell of Acrylic and pencil shavings linger. The bell for lunch breaks both the music barrier and silence. Kai and I are awakened from out daydream.

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.

I remember walking through the halls the first few days of middle school feeling the different vibes that the students were giving off. It was definitely not the positive energy I was used to, but instead a negative sensation. I felt like I was the only student trying to do what was right. I knew I did not belong in that school as soon as I heard a certain degrading comment from one of my classmates. The girls were constantly getting remarks made about them, but this one made me cringe a little more than usual. The comments never bothered the other girls as much, but they made me just want to cry. The teachers would never say anything to the boys and would let them get away with it. When students were not making derogatory comments, they were

High school was a successful journey for me. I thought I would become someone successful by the time I was 23 years of age. I had done everything right and did my home work and never went to parties like most of the other teenagers in school. Then I met a girl and she became pregnant. My dream was to attend a school out of state. After learning of having a child I decided to attend college in state. In the year 2005, I moved to Pueblo, Colorado with my infant daughter and my girlfriend, who was also the mother of my child. I was not only going to college full time but I was also working full time to support my family. While in school, I began to struggle due to the fact I was working full time and helping to take care of my daughter. My grades

This has been my reality for 13 years. I have always been “that kid” who sat at the lunch table alone because I lacked friends.All the other kids boast about how great the school is and how enjoyable middle school is. However, I beg to differ. I have fallen behind in my academics, failing every single class I am enrolled in. I am even failing gym. Gym? Who fails gym is right? I don’t show up because it puts me in a position to be bullied. I often sit in the bathroom during that period thinking. I would always ask myself why. Why did I have to be the loner in the school? Why couldn’t my parent afford the clothes everyone else is wearing? Why couldn’t girls be attracted to me? This angered me; I was angry at the world. I even contemplated suicide

"I'm Leo and I'm in three honors! History, English, and Science. I was wondering where 1st period is for History is..room # 507?"

Damn what can I even say... first, since my writing looks like “ a kindergartner's” i don’t know how you will be able to read it, even though you have become accustomed to my writing BUT STILL. Oh abby, I didn’t even know you last year, I saw you here and there and you were in my math class but bless this year where OF COURSE MRS.KELLNER MY FAV had us in the same class. Shortly after, we started talking when we were in those Tale of 2 cities groups and just got so damn close to each other. We linked together because we have the same personalities so we could be weird around each other and enjoy it truly. We drew on each others hands, you kicked my leg numerous times from me annoying you and YOU and your “broken Leg”. LOL all that countless

Can we go to your house today? We’ve ALWAYS gone to my house ever since the beginning of the year. I miss going to your house.

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

It all began in the fall of my seventh grade year. Our P.E. teacher took us out to the nearby trail to do what most of the kids dreaded: the mile. But having always been quite athletic, I had high expectations for myself. So as all the other girls discussed what pace they would be walking it, I stretched and prepared to run my heart out.

When asked what I would want to change or improve about Islands High school, there was definitely not an immediate response. For the most part I am very satisfied with this school, and to be quite frank, I had never really thought about what I would change so this question was one I had not yet ventured. Nevertheless, I can always appreciate a good opportunity to get my opinion in, so after further thought and contemplation I was able to select the top three things I would hope to change about Islands High school. These three things are topics that I began thinking about long before the prompt, and long before Islands High school which is why I hadn’t made the connection that these things could be changed

It was a cold fall morning at blossom town cemetery everyone was there for Mrs.Angels funeral. I felt like someone was watching me, I felt like eyes were watching my every move. Payton,violet,Brooke and I dressed in black dresses. It was Bridget Angels mother she was the most popular girl in school. She has long light brown hair and green eyes with tears coming out of them. Bridget never cared about her mother, she would always yell at her. Mrs.Angels used to be our high school social studies teacher until she quit a couple of months ago. Because Bridget told her to because it was too embarrassing for her mom working at our school. Mrs.Angels is a nice older lady, but she wasn't really old. She was sweet and was a really good teacher. Me and violet's blue eyes locked we looked to our left for Peyton and Brooke they weren't there. My heart was beating so fast I felt like it was about to burst out of my chest. I looked to my right and saw the leaves blowing off the trees, and Brooke and Payton walking away. Me and violet walked quietly over to them. We asked why they left.

I was a 17-year-old pregnant high school dropout the first time I took the General Educational Development (GED) test. It was in the summer of the year 2001 on a beautiful sunny day at our local university. The GED test was to provide me with a high school diploma equivalent. I had months of preparation and practice tests. I was a fast learner and always well prepared. I was confident and very adamant in passing this test. That is, until I got the results of the GED test.

Storms brewed on the emotionless horizon, favoring nothing but strong winds capable of leveling even the strongest of trees. The violent rain poured down heavily onto me. The wind around me didn’t howl, it screamed and the rain wasn’t just falling: it was driven, powerful and merciless. The trees along the road did not just sway, they creaked and bent as their branches were ripped away and their maple colored leaves became not confetti, but ammunition in the whirlwind.

When I was younger, I hated the first day of school. It took me a few days to start liking school. When I got to know my teacher, and making new friends made me love school. I had many friends that I would hate to have to leave at school. When I would get picked up early I remember asking my dad often if one of my friends could come home with me and play at my house. I never got to bring a friend over until the third grade. Ryne Garrison has been one of my best friends from 3rd grade, all the way up until now.