Essay About Moving Away From High School

A lot have people have been nervous about their freshman year but eventually we all make friends and end off the year with a lot of great weird and sometimes depressing memories.

My freshman year summed up in one word would be growth. I mentally and academically grown to the person I am now. The transition of middle school to high school was exciting in many ways but extremely terrifying. It took me a couple of weeks to memorize my schedule. Getting around the school was quite frustrating too. Thinking back into freshman year, I’m shocked at how much I have changed and how different I see my surroundings. I thought that it was going to be the same drama as in middle school but it turns out everyone here just go their

It has always been hard for me to properly envision my future, as it is always changing. As a child I thought of becoming a doctor, in middle school I dreamt of becoming a journalist, and my plans for the future are still shifting. However, there has always been one common element among my aspirations for the future, and that is the desire to engage in and improve the lives of others. This central desire is what leads me to choose Georgetown as the school which perfectly encapsulates my interests.

Senior year was a year to remember. Imagine walking into your school for the last time, you start to realize that soon you will be entering the real world, called reality. Memories like eating breakfast with friends, walking down the halls with your friends. Basically hanging out with friends, is what I can keep in my heart and cherish them forever.

Sophomore and junior year basically felt like two years in one. Just like freshman year, I was the new kid on the block. My dad got sole custody of my brother and I and drove through several states just to get us. I was mad at first and I hated Tishomingo, and all I thought about was being able to move back in with my mom after sophomore year was up. But by the time second semester came around, I was able to make friends who I thought understood me, and I no longer wanted to move. Eventually the year was over and it was Junior year in the blink-of-an-eye. Junior year was my best high school year which included me joining band for the first time, dating the love of my life, and finding out who my true friends were.

What a crazy year that was. The friends I used to have, people I used to hang out with, things I used to do is all different now. Sophomore year we all thought we were all that for not being freshman anymore but the upperclassmen just didn’t acknowledge us or hated us more because of the awkward stage we were in. It was still a year of learning about yourself and others around you. My most memorable moment of sophomore year was when my niece Edsel was born.

Before we danced you'd fold your fingers into a gun, point it at my face, and say "blam." Embarrassment seeped like split garbage bag juice when the school forced nine year-olds to pair up and dance. Your sweaty hands, slippery guns would clutch my cold ones while we tapped across the gym floor. Every morning you'd point your nervous gun at my grim fish face, smiling. We found ourselves in the same gym

Senior year! Every senior is eager for graduation, their making college decisions, taking their SAT tests, getting senior portraits, and looking forward to getting ready for graduation day. Thinking back now, almost every adult told me my high school years would fly by, they were right.

My mother kicking me out of the house should have devastated me; instead, something extremely negative turned out to be positive, or a “blessing in disguise”. It all began one late afternoon when I arrived home from high school to unexpectedly find all of my possessions neatly stacked on the front lawn. She was forcing me to leave because she could no longer handle the constant arguments between my overbearing father and me. Homeless without any advance warning, I turned to my boyfriend of six months to help me relocate to my brother’s place. Unfortunately, my younger brother , was only seventeen and shared his apartment with a couple of rowdy roommates who threw wild parties every weekend. Not in the best neighborhood, the tiny run down apartment

Tears streamed down my face as I said my goodbyes to my parents, getting ready to leave them for the entire summer. It finally hit me that I was essentially stepping out into the “real world” without my parents right by my side to take care of me and look out for me. They couldn’t come with me due to work and it was a scary thought. Granted that I was only 10 years old, I was going to miss my parents. I didn’t know whether or not I was mentally prepared to take a 14-hour plane ride (what felt like forever) half way across the world to visit my relatives in Seoul, Korea.

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

Crash! The smell of my mum’s homemade peanut chicken curry mixed with textbook ink, wafted through the school locker rooms.

It was the last months of 8th grade and every incoming freshman was preparing themselves for high school. I’m not complaining, I finished the year with new friends.On the other hand I didn’t see what the big deal was because high school is the same thing just more privileges. Cell Phones,gum and food really. In other words the year ended smoothly. It was super

It seems like all my friends have been making the decision to continue their high school education, and I’m truly happy for them—I really am. But I’m not going to lie, when that call comes and they inform me of their decision to stay in high school another year, the joy is a little bittersweet. I hear the excitement in my friends’ voices and do my best to share in it and be supportive, but in those moments, I can’t help but think about myself and get sort of envious. I guess I’m a classic case of always the broke college kid, and never the carefree high schooler.

Your academic record should be something that as student leaving high school you should be proud of. However, there are many reasons why a student’s grade can not be a good representation of the student. I believe my academic record represents my effort and my aptitude to learn combined because effort without talent is better than talent without effort. I didn’t work as hard as I should have in 9th grade, but by 10th grade I had figured out how to be a successful student. Moving from Nigeria to an American boarding school shortly after my father's death was devastating. I got home sick a lot and would not pay attention in school because I wanted to be around the only thing I had left- my mom. My mother after seeing my grades the next summer