High School, The Place I Despise Essay

This week seems to have gone by fast, which is a fairly good thing. Due to the fact that I hate school and about 60% of the people at school. Maybe I’m just a hateful person, but it seems like so many people be getting on my nerves and trying to insult my intelligence. I just don’t understand, what people understand from lying because they not getting anywhere. People at this school be lying to be about everything and it’s like they must think I’m Boo Boo the Fool with all these constant lies. I sometimes want to confront so many people, but I’m a new person, I just let things slide now. I focus more on myself and my grades because at the end of the day ain’t none of them irreverent kids gone get me to college.

There’s four main seasons that occur throughout the year. I’ve always loved the saying “like the seasons we change.” When I hear this saying I like to think of a tree; how it can go from being a little sprout, to small tree with only branches, to being so full of life with colors and leaves everywhere. This tree withstands the scorching hot summers, the brutal cold winters and all of what is in between. This tree stands strong and continues to grow and mature through it all. I would compare myself to this tree as I have grown, and matured as well. Throughout my four years of high school I’ve changed just like the seasons.

No matter how great my graders were, how much I accomplished, or how amazing of a student I was, I was always the reason they argued. My older brother, Mark, isn’t the dream child. He’s made mistakes in his life; he’s been caught drinking, smoking, and ditching classes, but even then I’m considered worse than him. I’m the one who learned Spanish, the one who listened to Latin music, who attended Catholic masses. I wasn’t like my siblings, I never cared to learn Arabic, go to church with my dad, or spend time practicing the culture with my cousins. I was the child who took a stance for the things I believed in and argued with against my dad. The child who never made him proud. Nonetheless, I woke up every morning thrilled to go to school and escape it all, to learn, go to college, and become something, someone, so I wouldn’t end up like my

As an adolescent I loved to read; I was very good at it. So much that my entire childhood revolved around fantasy novels- The harry potter series being a main focus. There in my bedroom did I increase my general sense of literacy , and sparked my curiosity. Since reading had become a passion for me at the time, t was easy to read for hours on end. There did i advance to more complex stories, and greatly widened my vocabulary. Whether it was stories of princess and knights, or of the psychology of the brain, I was able to read and comprehend it. However, I realize now that I was basing m y literacy on my ability to comprehend fantasy novels, rather than academic pieces. I chose only to read writings that had interested me, rather than trying new things and experimenting with new subjects. Because of my perceived literacy, I had made the mistake of going into highschool with a honors class.

My high school years were going well the first three years since I came to the United States from Nepal in 2012. I was able to adjust enough through this transition although I confronted some difficulties as it was a new experience for me. I was focused on my goal; however, I struggled after we moved to Chesapeake from Norfolk at the end of September, 2015. It was the beginning of my senior year in a new school. There wouldn't have been much difference if the school system was the same, or if we hadn't moved suddenly in middle, but The classes here run everyday whereas Norfolk has an A-B class system. When I came here, I realized that I had a lot to make up for my AP classes, it was a challenge. The first day of school was a disaster for me,

6th grade: Bayushki Baya was really bad I’m not gonna lie, the reason why was because they were off key I couldn’t hear the guys, and they had no pitch I thought.

LIfe is like a bat trying to find  a clear and dark cave that have no other mean bates.Like at the end of eighth  grade it was very wicked year. When, it was 2016 it was the worst year of my entire life of eighth grade.  Than,  now it’s 2017  and i’m in the  ninth grade level now, and i hate my life now. I completely say this reason  of all the kids who bully me at my learning building.   I feel like i’m not ever welcomed here anymore,  The folks saying I wish Makenzey could drop out and  be a nobody, They even told me to go and kill yourself cause no one wants you here, maybe one day I will  not be here to please what  everyone  honestly think, everyday i come to this place  ready and trying to work until the queen bee  comes near me and become the meanest, most nastiest, Thing in my life in school. This is my reason to hate life completely.  I just don’t know what I did to deserve all of this?.

Every day it was the same thing. Being abandoned at school, crying, playing, eating, sleeping, and causing the teachers endless amusement with my hyperactivity. It wasn’t however until Kindergarten that I was essentially marked down as a trouble child.

The high school experience is something that will forever dominate the psyche of most American adults. It was an unforgettable time of fun, rebel-rousing, summer loves and parties. It was a time of warm summer days at the pool and chilly autumn nights, watching the football team and wondering were the party was going to be that night. School dances and hotel parties. Seems like all I can remember are the good times. High School is a very emotional time for many teens and everything matters. The insidious problems that I had to face are but a smudge on my memory, things like too much homework, zits, mean people, gossip, and algebra. The social atmosphere that permeated every aspect of high school could

High school is a crucial period for all adolescences, it’s a time where teenagers are approaching young adulthood, their learning new skills rapidly, and making important decisions (Blakemore, 2011). For this reason, it is highly imperative for high school students to have positive influences in their lives, especially in their educational setting. In high school, educators play an important role in their student’s lives because they have the opportunity to have a stronger impact on their future and their goals. In addition, they also have the opportunity to, inspire them to learn and try new things, teach them how to make sound decisions, and encourage them to collaborate with their peers (Bellanca & Brandt, 2010).

My worst class experience all started in 10th grade year in an Algebra 2 class taught by Mr.Trichtinger or Mr.T for short. I'm going to tell you the horror he unleashed upon me and everybody else in that class. He could have probably won worst teacher of the year for that season because I don't see how anybody could've topped his performance in that category. I had never met a teacher that went out of their way to start arguments with their students. I had never met before a person I truly hated with a passion all before I met Mr.T.

During my sophomore year, I was going through what you would call a phase. I don't know what got into my head but I just thought I was one of the toughest creatures on the planet and no one could mess with me. I thought having a smart mouth and saying quick comments was cool. I was talking and acting like a completely different person but I was okay with that. I didn't respect my teachers and this is what got me into trouble.

When people start high school they’re usually so excited. They can’t wait to experience everything that comes with being in high school, I mean who wouldn’t? Everyone says that high school is the best four years of your life. Now that I’m months away from graduating, I can’t say they were my best years but I can say they were my most educational years, of course I wouldn’t say that they weren’t fun because they were. When I say educational, I mean I’ve learned so much about myself and so much about life. I learned what the words family, love, betrayal, law and life meant. All these events changed me, and I’m glad they happened because I wouldn’t have learned all these lessons. My personality hasn’t changed; I’m still a carefree girl,

I absolutely hate school, but that all changed when intersession rolled around! Intersession was the only time I actually had fun at school and did not want to go home! I enjoyed Lifetime Sports because it had Archery, Ping-Pong, and we went to Studio G, it was amazing!

Not only did Red get on the committee, it looked like she would get voted President without even trying. She was really excited, but tried to keep her smile down to just a grin.