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
Highschool. The simple Noun that strikes fear, anxiety, and pure terror in the minds of any teenager within range of hearing it Standing at the front doors of Lakewood High at 16 years old, she tightened her grip on the straps of her backpack like it was a life vest. She wasnt ready, but then again, was anyone ever? The first day of being a junior. This oughta be one hell of a trip. She can already sense the dread emanating from everyone inside the building, and she sighs. She uses the reflection
After the house was fully finished, my mom wanted to get me signed up for school right away. My education was important to her and she didn't want to waste any time. There were two high schools in Zion. Zion Benton and New-Tech. Zion Benton was where most people went to school here. New-Tech was a small college based establishment that was linked to Zion Benton. Only about 400 students went there (with about 4,000 going to Zion Benton) but you had to get accepted in order to attend New-Tech. I thought
notorious school building was still barely visible due to the massive drops of rain pouring down onto the street. Although school was meant to be a place to socialize and learn, I absolutely dreaded it. I walked through the school gate and found the usually crowded playground and piazza eerily quiet. There was complete silence, apart from the heavy rain pelting down onto the brick floor. I crossed the grounds and neared the main doors I could make out the distinct sound of high school
was one of the biggest games of my sophomore year of high school hockey. It was the first round of playoffs against my team’s high school rival Plymouth high school. This game was extra special because of the fact that my school Salem and the rival school Plymouth are tightly compacted on one campus. Not only would this game decide which would move on in playoffs but also it decide who was the best team at the “Park”, the campus on which the schools are on. My team had been preparing for this game
School Halls 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. “Come in here” Shay yelled The three ten went into a dark room at the end of the hall. They were all panting and used all their strength left to block the door to stop the fierce beast form comin in, BANG! 24 hours earlier 3:15 Friday afternoon Malcolm, Shay and Rolfe are sitting in detention waiting for their teacher to come in. “Where is she
about was how excited she was for school to start. Being that I was still in highschool and hadn’t done any of my Summer work I didn’t share her sentiment While I was initially a bit annoyed by her enthusiasm eventually through osmosis I started to absorb some of the information and it all sounded pretty good. As the school year began and I started to get into the thick of college visits I added Pitt to the list of schools. I finally got the chance to visit the school in late September and I was blown
High School. The dreadful place every teen must spend possibly the worst four years of their lives in. While countless websites and magazines state that Northfield High School is one of the top public high schools in Minnesota, it is no exception. The teachers and staff take pride in this rating, making to tell each and every one of its prisoners. While the standardized test scores are abnormally high, I would not give credit to the sub-par teachers. Instead, I would credit the fact that this quaint
As I cautiously make my way down the corridor on my first day of school I hear a strange noise escaping one of the rooms. Although it sounds like a jumbled mess of instruments I am intrigued, it is the band room and I know I’ll be entering there soon. What I was not aware of is how deeply being a part of high school band would shape me as a person. Looking back on that time is almost surreal considering that I know have been in band up to senior year, have been a section leader, and learning more
Kuoh Academy… A prestigious school that was formerly exclusive to girls, has become open to both boys and girls alike as of last year. Many students hope to come here in order to pursue the best education possible, improve their athletics, or in the case of most of the males, enjoy the sights of many beautiful girls. Three boys, in particular, fell into the last category. Said boys were relaxing in the school’s grassy fields. “*sigh* I really wanna grab some boobs right now.” “I’m with you