Descriptive Essay For High School

More than many other types of essays, descriptive essays strive to create a deeply involved and vivid experience for the reader. Great descriptive essays achieve this affect not through facts and statistics but by using detailed observations and descriptions.

Highschool. The simple Noun that strikes fear, anxiety, and pure terror in the minds of any teenager within range of hearing it

My Junior started at Saint Paul’s High school, it was a semi-small school from what i thought. The hallways were small and always crowded when we switched classes. Everyone knew of everybody, but most probably never even talked to one another. There was so much drama, everyone talked about everybody, you just could not be yourself. The staff was not really understanding, I was constantly feeling stressed and worried. I Eventually decided to go to my sister’s school, Highlander Academy.

The school was way bigger than the one in Mexia. It held a lot of classroom for just one school, it was open and full of light. The classes at Groesbeck were a little bit more challenging than they were in Mexia. The students were even more intelligent then what I would think. The curriculum was pretty much the same. one thing I didn't expect was Apple Computers, I hadn't really spent a lot of time with them. technology was something new to me and to see that my fellow classmates were so technologically advanced was just surprising to me. I felt behind and not as intelligent as my fellow classmates. I just had to work hard and realize that I could be as good as them if I put my mind to it. Other than a curriculum being a little bit more difficult and trying to make me friends I had a pretty good experience. The colors weren't that bad either I want to from red and black to red and white, the mascot however was a different story. Groesbeck goats?

If I had to describe my high school in five words, I would label it small, poor, and groundlessly proud. As with most small-town rural high schools in the Midwest, sports were prioritized and all extracurriculars were left to suffer in their shadow. Because of the lack of interest in academic organizations and my inability to allow things to fail, I stepped in and offered what I could. That offering generally involved

I remember entering the large but seemingly lifeless cafeteria. The lunch room was full of other high schoolers. I felt as if the lunch room was empty and I was alone. Just the recognition of not one person there deals the lonely card. Nobody recognized me. Not even one person, I looked left, I looked right, I looked down at my lunch. I pretend to check my phone for the notification that wasn’t there. I was the new guy, again. Starting from scratch is tough, but when it happens twice in two years, it seems borderline impossible to fit in.

I breathe shakily as I walk to the airport gate. In eleven hours I’m going to be in Argentina, living with a different family, and speaking in a foreign language. An older woman startles me out of my thoughts when she asks if she’s at the correct gate. I nod. After too long a pause I interrupt her conversation with another older woman to ask if I can practice my Spanish with them. They kindly agree, and I stumble over the correct conjugations as I try to make casual conversation. They respond quickly, and I’m instantly lost. My heart sinks as I thank them. I’m already bargaining with myself as we board the plane. It’s going to be okay, I still have eleven hours to learn conversational Spanish.

Devon and Princeton High School both have a particular attitude towards sports. Essentially, Devon doesn’t have many choices for athletics, that’s why they make up their own. For example, in A Separate Peace, “‘Now this, you see, is everything in the world you need for sports. When they discovered the circle they created sports. As for this thing’”(28).

White, clean hallways dominated the large and elongated building. A single speck of dust would not touch the ground even if it had tried. The floors were in large tiles of bright white and as were the walls. Classrooms with desks so perfectly aligned that they seem untouched. A sense of affluence surrounding the building in all its glory. A silent, eerie aura enclosed the school, but it was clouded by the radiating light coming through the windows. Subtle breezes drifted through the enormous half glass wall windows and would chill your neck like someone has puffed their breath against your skin.

It’s a brown redstone building that has 2 stories. There’s always colorful decoration outside in the yard like now we have fall decorations. I trip over the pumpkins a lot because i forget it’s there. When i walk in Kristen ( Dr. Dad) is at the desk with a smile because they are truly happy to see me.

The lights, the nerves, and the sound of a screaming crowd that leaves a ringing in your ear. Imagine being a callow freshman player starting on the varsity volleyball team during a state playoff game. My heart was racing, my was mind overflowing with thoughts, and my palms were drenched with sweat. However, I had to consummate the expectations that were put on me by the coaches and my fellow players. I was placed on that court for a reason, and I had to prove to everyone why they had chosen me. Nevertheless, I was the most adolescent player and had the least amount of experience, so why would they pick me? I had grown up playing volleyball for fun, but never participated in club like all of the other girls had. I had no time because I was involved in many other sports like soccer, track, and gymnastics. Coming into my freshman year I didn't know what to expect, because there were several adroit players that were older than me. Making the Junior Varsity team opened up the door for me to become a varsity player. Thus, the varsity coaches would watch the J.V. Games and scout out players that they thought were capable of being pulled up on their team. Even though I was an outside hitter on J.V., they noticed that I had exceptional defense and passing skills. As a result, the coaches asked if I would be interested in being a defensive specialist on the varsity team for the rest of the season. How could I say no to that offer? Our team was

A sudden shiver ran through my body, I awoke and realize that the sudden jolt that ran through my body was at the cause of airplane turbulence. Airplane turbulence? I wonder why I was on an airplane, I looked left, I looked behind and in front, and I acknowledged everyone is within their own minds right now, dreaming of a vast array of ideas and desires. I frantically look around in the brand new airplane, with the comfort of plush cloth seats and a soft silky blanket at my feet, but either way I was still trying to decipher where I was heading and why I was here, but as I felt a sudden descent , my eyes veered toward to the tiny window as realization engulfs me; I know where I am. I witnessed the scattered city lights along a vast flat piece of land, where the energy beneath me twirled, I knew, I was home. Well, not literally home, but rather my spiritual home, which are the cities of Zapopan and Guadalajara in my beloved country of Mexico.

The time is 7:30 pm on a Friday night, We make a turn into a shopping center parking lot. I turn towards to the right window and see the reflection of a bright blue and yellow light. When exiting the car I look up to the illuminated sign not knowing what it says the only thing I can distinguish from it is that it resembled a movie ticket stub. I had never been to this place, but yet I was overcome with excitement Once we walked through the front doors I was amazed to see that this place was filled with what I remember in my earliest memories, Films. As we walked through this place that seemed to go for miles I looked around trying to restrain my excitement as I was shocked to see many movies I had never even heard of. I instantly knew that I wanted to watch them all.

Bleep! Bleep! Bleep! My eyes snap open and for a split second my surroundings confuse me. It’s not long though until I recognize just where I am. The Clarion Hotel in Brown County, Indiana. Someone across the room pounds the wailing alarm clock until all you can here is the air vents tranquil humming (personification). Eventually Captain comes around and raps on the door until we heave ourselves out of bed. It’s so early in the morning, everything around us was a blur of movement as we piled onto the bus, each of us covered in heavy layers over our crimson cross country uniforms. Most of the team crams into the back with earbuds stuffed into their ears to block out the noise, but not me. I’m up towards the front decked out in baggy grey sweatpants that practically swallowed my torso and three layers of shirts to block out the frigid morning air. No one can tell if I’m warm or not though, because all I can do is bounce my leg up and down and up and down. I’m sure if Captain didn’t have the heat blasting I would have driven anyone in earshot absolutely nuts. Can you really blame me though? Me, this tiny little freshman, getting to run with the big dogs. I could run the whole way there and back I’m so excited!(hyperbole)

Sitting in Hale library in the late afternoon on Sunday before the beginning of finals week. Everything and everyone in this intense atmosphere is quiet and peaceful. Finals has truly change the meaning of what a library is. Going from a sanctuary of knowledge engulf with silence to a Sunday market filled with vast volumes of sound. Tables and trash cans filled with food and coffee, fuel to keep the machine going are scattered all over the library. This atmosphere of silence feels like thunder. Sitting here in my own concealed world, isolated by the music in my ears. Yet, I am still drawn to observe everything that moves around me. Like a predator stalking a prey I sit there in silence, not making a sound, watching every move.