The first days of classes, were not horrible, my classmates were amiable and were interested in me since I was new, and it wasn’t common to have new students in the middle of sophomore year. However, I didn’t share much with them, when they tried to start a conversation I would answer their questions and cordially dismiss them. I kept quiet not only because I felt that if I shared my past, I would someway forget it, but because my English wasn’t fluid and I didn’t want to make mistakes. I became a loner and deep inside I was sad because of
To many freshman the first day of high school is the opening chapter of a new novel, a fresh start to a sometimes embarrassing middle school experience we would all just love to erase from our memories. August 13th, 2012 was the beginning of my four year long narrative at Cypress Bay High School. Despite my desperate desire to grow up, become an adult, and move far away from my parents for college all that did not seem possible because I had never previously attended a public school. I was struck with fear that I would not be able to adjust to the fast pace dynamics of a large high school.
It was all downhill from elementary school. No, my grades didn’t drop and I didn’t become a street rat, but socially, junior high single handedly ruined my social life. But from before I even stepped foot on the premises, I was destined to an awkward, mute, and sidelined three years: seventh grade, eighth grade, and freshman year. My elementary school, Central Road, was made up of two groups of kids, those who would go to Carl Sandburg, and those who would go to Plum Grove; and my tight knit group of friends would be cut in half when it came time for the split. Although there was more than 100 students who would be moving on to one of these schools, I was one of only 20 who would be attending Plum Grove starting in the fall. Of course, my
Part 1: To be perfectly honest, I’ve never had a time where I have felt very isolated or very included in a school setting, well not a time that is particularly memorable. But, from talking to my friend, Caroline, she remembers her senior year of high school she was had a writing class and the majority kids in that class were the “cool/popular kids.” She recalls many instances where her teacher, Mrs. Upadhyay, would mock or make fun of the questions she would ask or the comments she would make in class. There was one instance where there were a group of popular boys in class and they were insanely chatty. Her teacher never asked them to stop talking but when Caroline turned to her partner to ask a question she was immediately called out. Another instance was when Mrs. Upadhyay was lecturing and a lightbulb went off in Caroline’s head. She thought she would say something that would really impress the class and help them understand the lecture. She raised her hand, when her teacher saw it instead of calling on her she chose to ignore her. Caroline thought it was okay though, she would wait until Mrs. Upadhyay was finished. Shortly there after, a popular boy raised his hand and she stopped her lecture to call on him. Caroline was completely appalled by this. She immediately cut off the
Junior year was the year that I was elected at Konawaena High School's Student Body Corresponding Secretary and the junior class Vice President. With these two major responsibilities, I found it difficult to balance the duties of an officer, school assignments, and having a job. I found myself prioritizing my roles as an officer over my school work, which you can only imagine did not work out so well. Throughout the school year I realized that I almost became a zealot about student activities, and this is where things in my social life went wrong, or so I thought. Friends of mine since the very beginning starred to become nothing but familiar faces, and soon enough, nothing but memories. I then began looking at the priorities of my "friends" and the priorities that I had for myself. They did not seem to match up. I soon found myself with a new group of people on
It was pretty odd suddenly coming in during the middle of the school year like this but at least another boy also started today - his name is Arnold but he told me that his reservation calls him Junior. Arnold seemed like he was trying to be nice but his actions came across more as being peculiar and basic signs of someone that I would not usually associate myself with. Reardan is much smaller than my old school but I guess that I should have expected that moving from the city to this exhaustingly infinitesimal farm town. I could tell that it was going to be quite different from the moment that I stepped into my first hour class and there were only nineteen students at the most sitting in the small room. The group of students all seemed pretty close to each other, like they had all gone to elementary school together and their families had cookouts on the weekends. The remainder of the day was uneventful. I skyped my (old?) cheer squad during lunch period - the girls all wanted to make sure that I was doing all right. My immediate answer was a pretty unenthusiastic, “No,” I missed my friends. With a frown I explained that the entire school was one short hallway in length and that no one here knew the good music, we then commenced in a few minutes of light conversation before I had to return to class. I have to get out of this town sooner rather than later, before my mental health takes any more
Starting middle school was a mixture of anxiety and excitement. There was a brand new campus to explore, but we were also nervously anticipating the academic program that was about to begin. Most of my grade had been together since the age of four and by this time there were clear social divides. There were the girls who were seen as popular, and then there was everybody else. You could say that I was part of the popular crowd, though at the time I didn’t notice myself standing apart from the others. As a group of friends we got on well, we’d hang out, go to the cinema, have sleepovers, all the usual things friends do. Then things gradually started to change.
In the school year of 2015-2016, I am a high school student now. I should be excited for this upcoming school. However, I felt nervous about this school year. I lay in my bed until my mom called me many times. After eating my wonderful breakfast, my mom and younger sister asked to get ready for school. I didn’t want to change my pajama. My dad called me from the downstair, “Iris, hurry up. It is time to school now.” I was unhappy to get out of my room. Even though I have been in the Memorial High School many times before this school year, I was afraid of being in my first day of school.
Like any other school there were the “cool” kids and the “not-so-cool” kids and like most people I longed for the feeling of fitting in. I tried so hard to buy the right clothes and to talk the right way. I became so caught up in my own life that I did not take a second to stop and think of someone other than myself. Last year, in eight grade, I had the chance to be apart of the “it” group, but during that time I lost myself. Peer pressure had pushed me into a corner where I was unable to think for myself and as a result I lost my ability to establish my character.
Welcome to conformity high, in this short booklet, we will explain how to survive your first year in high school.
There were students from all around the world who had different cultures, religions, and hardships. I perceived that high school is a race, a race where I can run at my own pace and my goals are the prize. I entered an environment where the opportunities were endless and I was allowed to accomplish whatever I want. My confidence began to flourish. I started involving myself in school work and began to participate in class. During my sophomore year, I engaged in numerous group activities such as the school play, science competition team, and advanced arts. I earned respect and developed a reputable character in school. I reached a milestone in my journey during junior year when I was inducted into the National Honors Society, played varsity tennis and became class
I tried to blink in my tears, because the last thing I wanted was to end up crying like a loser on the first day of school. "Mom, I'll be fine.". I certainly was not fine. I was anything, but fine. I took a long, deep breath as my eyes met the sight of Johnson, an enormous school with kids bustling in and out like bees. I knew I was in for something big, but big doesn't always mean better, right? Time was ticking by, and I had an obnoxious feeling luring in my stomach, worse than any type of butterflies. I turned on my music, completely redid my hair and started tapping on the dashboard with my nails. Oh gosh, I literally was doing everything to get my mind off going to school. However, that became quite impossible when my mom stopped the car in front of the main entrance of high school. I was so close to pinching myself, hoping that this was some messed up dream. But it was, unfortunately, reality. After observing a bit, I couldn't help but laugh at the diversity of all the kids that were walking in. Some were jumping with joy, others laughing for what seemed to me no apparent reason, and some who hunched as they sluggishly walked
Greetings incoming freshmen! I have been assigned to give you advice as you make the joyous transition to Oak Hills high school. Seeing as I have no real highschool experience or social experience, I am sure this instruction will go beautifully. Ah High school the marvelous and breathtaking time where hearts are broken and young lives are ruined. Highschool helps you grow into bright young adults with life experience and social skills. Because, of course shoving people into lockers and smearing ketchup in stairwells is how intelligent adults behave in the real world. This social and educational extravaganza was made to educate and prepare the adults of tomorrow with its lustrous hallways filled with couples searching for each other's tonsils, its remarkable classrooms with
Today is my first day of Freedom High School and all I hope that is going to be fun, well it is suppose to be, instead stress and anxiety fills the air. What I see on the first day of school are students already stressing about their classes, the endless amount of cliques filling the lunch area and a display case holding our famous cross country team’s medals and trophies. I wonder how I could get a medal, but then I remember being 40 pounds overweight won’t help me. Not only that, I am an elephant who is about 160 pounds and only 5’3”. The classes aren’t bad, but the walking distance in between is horrible. The teachers are nice, but the students are bullies. Everywhere I go, cliques are yelling “Fatty”, “Piggy” or “Obese”. Yeah, I like to be called piggy, isn’t school great? New experiences, zero social skill and a permanent stay. I like to thank my father for his constant job changes, making me move everywhere but this time was the last he says. Before the lunch period ends, I hear thud, thud, thud- a student’s footstep. He taps my shoulder, medium size and a well built guy.
Well as I know when you enter a new school you need to survive because you need to make new friends some people are going to talk to you because you don’t have friends in the room or in the school, the hard thing is when you are in lunch and you are alone because you don't have friends to talk some people are going to sit with you and they are going to talk with you. I know survive is hard in the new school, because everyone is looking at you, and you don’t know everyone, and some people start making faces to you because you don’t have friends in the school. Survive can be hard and easy, because you need to talk right to the teachers, and to the students, like me, when it was first day in school i don’t know everyone and I don’t have friends in the classroom. So i need to survive and make new friends, and i need to talk right to the teachers, because they get mad when you don’t talk right to them. So it was so hard to me to survive that room because people will