Harrisburg High School: A Short Story

It was 7:00 in the morning when we arrived at the Johnston City High School. Once everyone arrived at the high school, we got on the bus and headed off to Benton. As we stepped foot on the bus, we all sat there quietly, nervous about the results of this game. This was the game that determined whether or not we went on to state. Coach Simon and Coach Shane gave us one of their what we like to call "before the game warm-up talks". We were all nervous of course, but we were all determined to win this game. We had been looking forwards to winning regionals and going to state the whole season and that day was the day that we gave us the opportunity to go to state. After the thirty minute bus ride, we finally got to Benton and once we got there,

A stranger in the village is someone that is new to a place or isn’t familiar with something. Approximately two years ago I moved, which meant I had to move schools too. I was 15 years when I moved to McEachern High School but it made me be a more independent person.

The warm breeze blows past me as I open the door to the Sweetwater Middle School. Shouts and hoots of excitement about the New Year came from behind me as I speak amid my social circle. It was going to be a wonderful year with delightful students and teachers. By the end of the year I knew to have been mistaken to think it would work out for me.

As Angelica confidently strolled into Rosario High, Eliza and Peggy, her sisters followed close behind. Angelica had been at the school before, because she'd been taking a bus over to the high school for her advanced math class all throughout eighth grade. Eliza, however, had never been inside the building before and felt incredibly small walking in. Peggy wasn't even supposed to be there. She should've been in eighth grade, but she skipped it and went straight to high school. She was very smart, but no one ever noticed. She was always just Angelica and Eliza's sister. They made their way down wing 1B in search of their lockers. Peggy stopped at her locker, number ninety six, while Angelica and Eliza looked for their own. Angelica finished her search at locker number seventy stuff. Eliza found hers a bit farther down, locker 46. While she began to unpack her books, she saw four boys making their way down the hallway. One was the famous jock, Lafayette. No one knew his real name except teachers, because he insisted that it was to long to use. His friend, another jock who was very smart, however, Hercules Mulligan followed him down the hall. John Laurens, who was decent at sports, but more of a science guy was with them, too. Following them was the mystery man, Alexander Hamilton. He was in their grade, but barely anyone knew anything about him. Eliza figured he was just another jock.

Located in the suburban and almost rural parts of Harrisburg sits Central Dauphin High School, one of the largest public schools in the area, and my former high school. The school is composed of around 1,708 students with my graduating class reaching about 420 kids. The student to teacher ratio is fifteen to one which is equal to the Pennsylvania average. Not surprisingly, our school has a 23% minority enrollment ratio which is 8% less than the Pennsylvania average. Also, only 16% of the students at Central Dauphin qualify for free lunch. When you compare these numbers with our sister school, Central Dauphin East High School, there are some surprising results. Central Dauphin East has a 65% minority enrollment rate with

Young, but driven, Jorge began dancing in the spring of his senior year at Sharyland High School. He was welcomed into Melba's School of Dance's family where he was introduced to ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop, and folklorico.

Transferring to Carencro High School was really terrifying. I was a Lafayette High School student and we just thought we were the best school since we were an A school. Like “ nobody couldn’t tell us anything.” That been my mindset for the past 3 years since I’ve been there. I remember there were times I was like” I can’t wait to leave that school.” I honestly didn’t think I would be leaving so early.

I am Ashley Boyer a current 8th grader at Mechanicsburg Middle School. I don't think that I have a lot of great qualities, but I am a great listener and good in difficult situation. For example, I have helped one person through depression and now with their anxiety. I also helped another person who was suicidal and had depression, to stop cutting themselves and have talked them out of committing suicide on three different occasions. On a more positive note, I have two brothers and live with my mom. My mom and dad are separated. Even though they are separated, I still see my dad almost every day. This is only a very small amount about me. I also have important opinions about our schools education system.

The day started with, well, Getting up of course. The news was on, the Meteorologist was talking about the threat for tornadoes. I wasn’t on any alert whatsoever. In my case, I had heard about a threat every single week because at that point, Illinois was still in “Tornado Alley” and May to June of 2011 was just harsh when it came to tornadoes and severe weather, breaking many tornado records. So, I went to school, went through my day, the storms started, which I knew was going to happen, I wasn’t worried at all except for when school would be out for summer. It wasn’t even within 20 minutes after the storm started that, the tornado warning sirens went off outside, then the principal said to go into the halls and take cover. In this situation now, gave me tiny butterflies in my stomach, Because my family has always been with me during a tornado warning, but this time they weren’t. So I waited and waited with my mind blowing up from thoughts, like asking myself what makes the lightning and thunder, which my 3rd grade mind had always thought that it was God and Jesus bowling. So, the tornado warning was in effect for about 30 more minutes with no tornado, and the principal had sent out a call that school was dismissed early to all the parents for them to pick up

We pull up to the May Wood County High School, my mom quickly drives off as I get out of the car. I turn to the building, not even two seconds after looking at it, a lady in black comes up to me and grabs my arm. "You need to get in the school before the bell rings young man!" Her voice was eerie in a sense. She dragged me into the building, standing there were tons of other students talking to their friends and socializing. The lady walks back outside to "greet" the other late students. I stand in the middle of the sea of students, not knowing what to do. Everyone was eyeing me and I could definitely hear them talking about me, all of a sudden the bell rang and the flock of kids moved down the hall to their first period. I had to take a quick

Quite a while ago, I was taking 8th grade at Correia Middle School. It was a few months into the 2nd semester, and I already lost my phone because I had a “D” in one of my classes, and only my computer was available to use for entertainment and resources (my sister and I had computers that we could use for recreation and homework, but my sister’s was taken away at the time), so my sister and I had to share it. My dad put a password on the computer that we had so we don’t use it for non-productive stuff when we’re supposed to be doing homework, chores, or other things we do daily. But one day, before my dad was going to karate classes, he forgot to log the computer off before he left the house. After waiting until he drove out of sight, I did one of the most regretful things. I snuck

The seniors of James High School are having a sleepover during the weekend at the school. Although it won't be as fun as they think.

When I was nine everything was huge. People, school, and even my instrument. As a third grader I could barely hold up my horn, pushing down any one of the three valves was out of the question. My parents pleaded with me, suggesting I attempt clarinet, or flute. They were tired of hearing the same three notes. I refused and stuck with my horn, slowly I gained strength in my hands and the trumpet stayed. Coming into Ridgewood High School as a freshman I had similar thoughts as when I was nine. Everything about high school is huge. The school is huge the stairs are huge and the seniors… are beyond enormous. In the winter of 2013 I had my first jazz band audition, that same winter I played with the jazz lab on fourth trumpet. That year the band

Well, there once was a time, after the graduation of the class of 2019 from the school of Rivercrest High School. Three people had an unwelcoming time after leaving the school. They all didn’t know each other but they had interacted together. These are their stories and how they changed forever.

"Wake up Alfred." My mom told me while i was sleeping. "You have to get ready for your first day of school."