Descriptive Essay On High School

The first day of the zombie apocalypse the whole world was consumed and turned into zombies there are some survivors. Day three now I learn how to kill a zombie you can ether stable or shoot them in the head. week three Food storage is running low me and the others will have to move so we can get more food and water to stay alive. Week five two of are men have been infected But it was worth our long trip to survival because we found food and water to stay alive. The first month of the zombie apocalypse me and the others decided to go to the pentagon it will be a long and horrible trip we might lose some more men but its good cost to try to find the cure to the zombie apocalypse.

In a novel that revolves almost solely around sin, the consequences of said sin, and redemption, there is no greater sin than that of revenge. No character in The Scarlet Letter is free of sin, but all gain some sort of redemption, save one Roger Chillingworth, who is arguably the greatest sinner of them all. Hester Prynne may have committed adultery, and Arthur Dimmesdale may have also committed adultery with Hester (as a priest, no less), but sins of passion are not the same as sins of vengeance and anger. These sins of revenge and madness are what Chillingworth is guilty of, ultimately making him the worst sinner in the entire book.

I have finally arrived. My palms are clammy and nervousness is coursing through my veins. Never have I ever been away from home, but here I am, at William Woods University, one hundred miles from comfort, for a week-long camp hosted by MASC (Missouri Association of Student Councils). After driving into the campus, a ginormous white dome sits on the right, with a crowd of people in front of it. Driving closer to the massive igloo, I notice six strange teenagers with wacky hats on dancing to the usual “Party in the U.S.A” and banging on windows when cars drove up to them. Of course, driving up to them, they began hitting our windows, as if I was an A-list celeb. After passing by them, my nervousness transitions to excitement; them and the

Many nights during summer vacation and holidays are spent visiting with friends at my friend, Austin Tynes’ house. On this single night of spring break, my fear would rise through the roof. A group of ten people was visiting at Austin’s house, and the group gathering was getting rather boring. It was hot and humid outside because of the early Louisiana Spring time

As I grew dizzier, I scanned the neverending hallway, watching it stretch into oblivion. The groups gathered in scattered clusters throughout the hall. Chronics, those who would be stuck in this town for the rest of their lives, wore forced smiles and the personalities of people they were not. Acutes were less frequent, they stayed hidden and quiet, hoping to remain unnoticed until their time here was done. The Acutes kept to themselves, but still hid behind a guise as harmful as that of the Chronics, masking any differences to their peers. Steadily balancing myself, I wandered the hall aimlessly, until stumbling upon my class. The fluorescent lights singed my eyes and charred them shut. Sitting, I listened to a record play to the class for

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.

It was just like any other normal Thursday at HempPasture High School. The school day ended and I was exiting the school into the blistering cold air of mid-january. The bone-chilling wind kissed my cheeks, and hurried my rush into the field house to escape the bitter weather. I let out a sigh of relief as i entered the first set of doors, then began my decent down 2 flights of stairs to the locker room. As i descended, I couldn’t help but notice the eerie emptiness of the usually busy area of the field house. The stairwell was dimly lit, and it only seemed to get darker the more i descended. I finally came to the end of the stairwell and paused to see if i could hear anyone else as I usually would on any normal day, but all i could hear was my own faint breath. I slowly opened the door into

High School has definitely given me many potentials. Transferring from Leuzinger High School to Moreno Valley High School has made me noticed that I’ve learned a lot such as: how to problem solve, how to not give up on myself, and how to accomplish difficult tasks. For example, when I attended Leuzinger High School, I wasn’t open-minded. This is because I didn’t take any useful opportunity for granted such as tutoring or extra credit. Then, when I moved to Moreno Valley High School, I finally took a chance to take any opportunity into consideration because more people influenced me, which made me believe in myself. The first opportunity I took for myself was going to tutoring for honors pre calculus. Because I played sports, I had to balance

his reputation in Hollywood with 1995's Se7en.Unlike that Brad Pitt thriller, however, Zodiac is relatively free of the action, quick cuts and high-tech camera work that made Fincher a favorite of crime film fans. If anything, Zodiac is nearly three hours of people talking and chasing dead ends and bad leads."It's still scary," Fincher says. "But I've done movies where my process of making the movie hindered it. I enjoyed this more than Panic Room because we don't get away from the story."Perhaps that's because Fincher, who was raised near San Francisco, remembers being 7 and riding in a police-escorted school bus after the Zodiac suggested in a letter to the press that "school children make nice targets."The experience, he says, molded

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

Who we become as adults is molded from our experiences as children. Those from nourishing homes tend to thrive. Those from broken homes tend to be broken themselves. Those from struggling homes tend to want their family to stop struggling. That last case is evident with me. I think watching my parents live paycheck to paycheck has made me who I am today, prepared me for what I want to do, and made me do what I have done.

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

When people start high school they’re usually so excited. They can’t wait to experience everything that comes with being in high school, I mean who wouldn’t? Everyone says that high school is the best four years of your life. Now that I’m months away from graduating, I can’t say they were my best years but I can say they were my most educational years, of course I wouldn’t say that they weren’t fun because they were. When I say educational, I mean I’ve learned so much about myself and so much about life. I learned what the words family, love, betrayal, law and life meant. All these events changed me, and I’m glad they happened because I wouldn’t have learned all these lessons. My personality hasn’t changed; I’m still a carefree girl,

Fires on the Plain is truly the most depressing, haunting, and sad story I have ever endured reading. The complete abandonment of the Japanese soldiers on the island of Leyte by the Japanese Army is revolting, as well as the complete disregard for each others well being among them. It becomes a battle between one another for survival. The lack of comradery among the Japanese soldiers is dumbfounding, and leads me to believe that it may very well have been there demise. The weaknesses we see in Tamura and the other soldiers not only have a great impact on their unfortunate outcome, but are also a result of a weakness within the Japanese Army itself. The awful fate of these soldiers, at the hands of their

It’s the end, high school is finally over. It’s finally graduation day, and a wave of emotion hit, and I’ve never been hit with a wave quite this hard, not even at the beach. I’m not the type to get sad, but as I walk around in my long draping gown, my cap the doesn’t quite fit because of my abnormally large head, and my state championship ring I can’t help but be overwhelmed with emotion. Being the guy that I am I ignore it as always and I continue going around to teachers and give them hugs, thanking them for the help they’ve given me. Watching everyone take pictures, crying, talking about their futures, and how “they’ll have to meet up sometime” as if they’re moving to another country when they are just really moving to the next town over. I swore the day before, the week before, even months before I would be sad, and wouldn’t know what to do with myself when today actually comes, but I can’t seem to find the emotions. All of them are on the inside and won’t come out. On the inside I feel sad, and upset and I want to just hug everyone and cry, but I can’t. I don’t have time to think about crying, because of all the chaos going on around me. We only got one practice in ahead of time, just about nobody actually listened to what we are supposed to be doing, so everyone’s doing their own thing. I walk through the halls and realize this is my final last. I’ve had my last soccer game, I’ve attended my last football game and cheered them onto another loss, and now in