Graduation Speech: From A Giddy Gamer To A Greedch

High school is supposed to be the place where you have fun and a time in your life you’re supposed to enjoy. Movies often trick you into believing that high school is an amazing time in your life and there is nothing but parties and fun. In Bring it on, they portrayed the fun and exciting part of high school cheer-leading, however they intentionally leave out the tough times high school students’ face in school and in their practices. In other popular movies, such as High School Musical the students have no pressures other than the next basketball game. In reality, this doesn 't happen. The constant pressure is affected by the grade level you are in. In high school, students can be classified based on the pressures that are faced in each grade level into the categories of freshman, sophomores/juniors, and seniors. I am here to help you make your high school experience less stressful.

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"Tasnim, can you please stay after class? I need to talk to you." I let go of the door handle and whip my head back to face my third grade teacher Mrs. Russell. She said my name correctly for the first time all year, though her voice was stern. I realize that my jaw has dropped by the expression on her face as she peers over her laptop. As I walk slowly towards her, my classmates whisper, "Ooh she's in trouble" as they sprint out the door for recess. I stand near my teacher's desk waiting for all the students to leave and when the room is silent, Mrs. Russell says,

Once the security officer left my classroom, the 10th grader looked at me and giggled. He added a disdainful remark: “Good enough for you.” In

In Mrs.Rinzels class, we are expected to follow a certain set of rules and expectations. First off, we have to come prepared, and ready to learn each and everyday. Prepared means your chromebook is fully charged, you have the supplies you need, and you are ready to learn. The second rule is to use the restroom before class. We have 4 minutes and we are expected to use it wisely. Also, we must limit side conversations. When Mrs.Rinzel is talking we are quiet and listening. We must raise our hand, and ask permission before we get up and move around the room, no matter what it is we are needing to do. We are also expected to close our chromebooks when she is speaking. The students are only allowed to use their chromebooks for school appropriate

High school sports are like no other experience in adolescence. Christina had come to learn this after making the varsity soccer team her sophomore year. This was something she had worked very hard for, and had no expectation for the great memories she received from this this privilege. Having seen all of the movies about the game winning basket that made every kid in school know their name, she had decided that she would try out for the high school girls’ basketball team. Daunting, but at the same time a glorious triumph if she did prove herself. After realizing that she was not as experienced as many of the other girls her age, making the team would mean an automatic climb on the social ladder of high school, and allow her to say that her hard work payed off even next to the ¨best of the best.¨

"That's.. Correct.." She growled out, actually angry that I got it right "But, since you find my class so boring that you'd rather play games on your phone than listen, detention!" She sharply turned on her heel back to front of the classroom.

“HI!! I am princess Jaline. ARE YOU THE NEW Pupil? She yelled so loud that the whole school turned and looked. This is not how I wanted to start the year.

The next few weeks at school dragged on and the relationship with my teacher was strained. As soon as I stepped into Mrs. Lee’s classroom the pit in my stomach plummeted thinking about her accusations towards me. Nevertheless, I still maintained my love for school. I enjoyed the enlightened feeling I got from learning something new and the institution provided a place for me and my friends to play and be imaginative. I did not realize that that my love for play would subject me to another occasion of discriminatory

“Who are you? What school did you come from? Why are you here?” I look up to see a tall girl with black glasses and a pencil skirt. I ignore her, not worth my time. I get out my English books and place them on my desk, the bell rings and a flood of students come in.

Bring! Bring! Oh no! Here comes the first day of torture… I slowly stumble into the classroom making sure my desk is the closest to the back. I couldn’t bear the thought of sitting in the front again, not after my last class. I sit silently as the roll is called only opening my mouth to murmur the word present before returning back to my quiet self. I suppose when it all comes down to it most kids seem alright at the least, but there is one girl that seems to

She walked the front of the room because the students only went two rows deep. There were a couple non-compliant students, as to be expected in every classroom from time to time, especially on a Friday. At one point, one student was sitting their staring into space (silently non-compliant), the teacher simply stated, “(student’s name), are you doing alright?” He just replied that he was a little tired and got back to work. Another student was turned around talking, when time came to go over the answers, she called on that student to answer the first question. This caused the student to turn around, face the front, and pay attention. At the end of the class, when the students were supposed to be writing, she said “(student’s name) look at me, I need you to do your work. Remember yesterday we talked about that we might have to move seats?” The student replied, “Oh yeah, I’ll shut up

“Class please be quiet and take your seats, we have a long day ahead of us,” said the teacher.

Looking back at all I’ve accomplished through out my K-12 years I’ve realized it’s taught me so much about life. In elementary I was taught my manners while incorporating basic subjects such as math, reading, writing, etc. I can remember how prestigious nap times were and the little snack breaks I used to have during class. Those days were the best days. My first academic success actually came in the third grade when I was on the honor roll all four quarters of the school year. I didn’t think being on the honor roll was such a big deal until I received my first certificate. I felt so privileged to have received that honor and truth be told I loved every second of it. The proud looks on my parents face really put the icing on the cake. I believe to this day that’s what got me so motivated to excel in my academics. With the help of my friends and family the hard work I put in truly paid off.

As the first bell rang, all of us filed into the classroom as he stood at his desk watching us. He had a clipboard in his hand and was making marks that made us all curious. The four minutes passed between bells and then, the second had rang. As soon as the ringing stopped, he slammed his clipboard into the desk and said, “If you are talking when that bell rings, you get a ding. If you are not seated when that bell rings, you get a ding. After 3 dings, detention.” As a seventh grader, those words were the scariest words you could hear. Detention was the ultimate