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Growing up in Chicago, I attended a neighborhood school from preschool through first grade. Although it was an exceptional school for elementary kids, the education for middle school and high school students was not as adequate. Seeking a better place to raise their children, my parents were faced with a tough choice. When I was in 2nd grade, our family made the decision to move to the suburbs. On July 3rd, we all packed into our Honda minivan and drove 45 minutes to a new home in the town of Winnetka. Within my first year at Crow Island, my new school, I learned so many new things. I started playing the violin and speaking Spanish, neither of which were offered at my old school. I met my best friends that I'm still close with now. Over the

“Do not dwell on the past, do not dream of the future, concentrate the mind on the present moment” (Buddha). Despite the quote from Buddha being important to my family and religious values, I do not follow through with it. My mind drifts off to think about the past and the future, and scenarios of what would’ve happened if some events in my life were different. In parallel worlds, I might not be living in Markham, have met my current friends, or have the same interests as I do now. You could say that the events that have happened are fate--if you believe in that--but in my opinion where we are now, is influenced by our regrets, significant events, decisions, triumphs, and the environment we grew up in. Whether the event may play a small or big part in your life, everything that happens plays a part in developing your future and your character.

Contemplating back on my high school journey, I began to recognize and appreciate the life changes I experienced and the imperative lessons I learned throughout those four years. If I had to choose several words to describe my high school experience, I would begin with eventful, challenging, and memorable. High school afforded me many experiences that continuously led to stressful and challenging encounters. Being involved with the Ambassador Program and the National Honor Society was one of the greatest decisions I made in high school. Both clubs provided me with numerous life-changing opportunities that will continue to have an impact on me for a lifespan.

Have you ever felt like everyone in the class is looking at you? That was me in 8th grade, the new kid, not only to the school but to the country. My family and I had just moved from Germany to Columbus, Georgia, it was a big change in all of our lives. I sat in that class with not an a sliver of an idea of what I was doing, where I was going, or how I was going to survive this year. My shoes were not exactly the most stylish, neither were my clothes, Germany was not exactly the most fashionable country, so why would I be, I had lived there for 12 years of my life, I was 12 at the time. My teacher was Mr. Kahlouch, an old grouchy man that I would learn to not like even more as the year passed, but today he would make me stand up and introduce myself to a class where it seemed every student had already produced their own clique. I told myself that I would be okay, that it wasn’t a problem, and thought of the old cliché, “picture everybody naked.” I was ready, I walked up to the front of the class took a deep breath and went, “Hi my name is…” I woke up about an hour later, I had passed out in front of everyone in my new class at my new school, in this new country.

There were plenty of memories in high school. Just making it to high school was a good memory. Most of them were during my freshman, sophomore, and junior years.

We were middle class, a very average family. The environment surrounding my family during that time was actually very civilized. Hardly no crime, amiable people and we got close with the neighbors and became very involved with their lives and they became involved in ours. I started attending Yeager Elementary. I really feel for that school because that is the place where I met most of the people I still talk to till this very day, it has a notable place in my heart, I can never forget my third through fifth grade years. I also started attending Tom Browne Middle School. Tom Browne was viewed as an average school, but, to some, it was a “low class”

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High School Memories Your high school years can be seen as the best and worst times in your life. Some people can look back and remember all the good times while others can look back and be glad that it’s all over. Teenagers go through so many physical and emotional changes that by the time it’s all set and done they are a whole new person. Sarah Dessen is amazing at using personal experiences and showing real life problems in each of her stories. A common theme in Sarah Dessen’s books is that teenagers are dealing with the change in personality as they go through tragedy or loss.

It all started senior year at the British School of Kuwait. I been in this school for 12 years and it was time to leave. So many memories had been made. We grew up together, boys and girls. “Seniors 2014, 2015” said the head teacher and in that moment we were graduates, that is what we were called after we attended the graduation ceremony, we celebrated that day like it was the last day of our lives. Till this day, I still remember the date, April 13,2015. All my friends were talking about their future after they finish their exams and I really did not think about it that much. All I thought about was to make senior year the best year of my life, all fun and games. This is how it all started.

My name’s Nicole Wilemon and I am a senior at mountain view high school. I was born on August 12, 1999 in a hospital in Scottsdale. This hospital is very special because my two best friends Taylor and Madison were born in the same hospital, room and Doctor; just a few months before me. I would have to say that my childhood was pretty fantastic. I got to experience so many different things and well pretty well off. I attended Benjamin Franklin Charter School from first grade to fourth grade. When it came time to go into fifth grade I decided to transfer to Hermosta Vista to give public school a chance. I went there for the year, but decided to return to Franklin. I missed all of my friends and enjoyed my time there. It was a small school, only 25 people in my grade. Some of my favorite

I will never forget my high school years leading up to my first move in a day of college. On Aug 26, 2014 was my first and last day of Jack Britt High School in Fayetteville, NC. I went there all 4 years and it was a fun time with sad moments. As my morning of the first day came I became a little nervous about this being the last year of high school. I began to pick out my outfit for my first day making sure I had everything to make a good impression to my teachers. So, I wash my face and brush my teeth and told my little sister who is going to the 9th grade to come and get in the car so that we wanted be late for the first day.

I remember it like it was yesterday, I was so excited to start public high school. after attending private school since preschool. The summer of 2013 was spent dreaming and looking forward to memories I would make with new friends and high school activities.

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

In September, 2009, something remarkable happened for the first and only time in my life— I started high school. I experienced my first day of four years of my life. To tell the truth, I remember nothing about it except that I wore a special set of clothes, a personal tradition of mine for the beginning of anything important. I enjoy trying to make a good first impression. For ninth and most of tenth grade, I was a student at Oakridge High School in Oregon, but before the end of the school year, I moved with my dad and younger brother to Hawaii and transferred to Konawaena High School. At these two schools, I have done many things, decided many decisions, and known many people.

I can still remember every details before and after that day. It’s a normal Tuesday morning of my summer. Unlike the any usual morning, today, I wake up with the chatter of the sparrows. As the warm orange embraces me through the French windows in my bedroom, I change into the clothes that were place on my drawer since Sunday. While I was rushing out of the house to say goodbye to my friends, I can still see the unfinished Lego on the couch since the first day of vacation, but addition to that, there are twelve colorful suit cases and some of my Grandparents’ friends in the living room. After some quick greetings and a very quick bite of breakfast, I am in the front of my best friend’s house. However, the only person that come out after my 10 minutes, unstopped pressing of doorbell is her mother.