Morris Knolls High School Narrative

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.

Freshmen year was something new for me. My studies relied on me being more independently. I wasn't able to perfect my studies, only maintaining a 3.0 grade point average. It was difficult seeing new faces, making new friends; I'd only been used to a grade level of 32 kids and one teacher. Due to the fact that I lived one mile away from the school, transportation wasn't offered and my parents didn't drive during that time so, I always walked to school and back everyday. But, I tried to stay

I then found out that I lived in district to attend McEachern HS at this point I felt excited because I had heard that this school was fun and big. I did know some people that attended this school, so I thought that coming here wasn’t that bad. When I came to register my first impression was “oh no this school is too big, I’m going to end up getting lost my first day here.” My first day of school here was really nerve racking, I was so scared and I felt so lonely. I was like the stranger in the village, I felt as if people looked at me weird and I just felt like I didn’t fit in. Having to walk from one building to another was a struggle for me because I wasn’t used to it. One of the first people I met here was my friend Monica who was a grade older than me and I had a class with her. One day in class she came to me and said “hey I’m Monica, are you new here?” I responded back to her and I said to her “yes I am, I came from South Cobb.” After this day we became really good friends. Once I started meeting other people at MHS wasn’t as bad but I still missed my

As any other freshman entering high school it can be a very nerve racking situation. On September 8, 2015 I Chelsea Gonzalez was entering high school in Thurgood Academy Of Learning And Social Change , my mind was going crazy and I didn't know what to expect. I have always asked myself whether high school would be similar to what appeared in movies; people dancing and singing on top of the lunch tables or, was it going to be a 4 horrible school years in which I would never make friends. I clearly remember seeing kids running toward their group of friends, as I walked down the lunchroom. My hands were sweating and it felt like a million butterflies in my stomach. The room was filled with cries of laughter, kids running back and forth asking each

Being the new kid in an unfamiliar high school is not a simple task. I started my freshman year at my old rival high school with all new people. I had grown up

I went back inside through the back door of the house where the kitchen is. My mother was already there sitting near the kitchen table organizing bills and payments. I handed her the mail in disappointment. I walked away afterwards with such saddened movement towards the living room so I did not have to see her reaction when she opened the envelope of my mistakes. After sitting in the couch for awhile I realized I wasn’t hearing my name being strictly called, so I had

One of the hardest and most influential days of my life was when I started middle school. It was my first time switching schools in six years and I wasn’t sure I was ready to. Some of my friends had known me for those six years and some even more. I had all sorts of questions running through my head on the day of the orientation. Like, what if I don’t fit in or what if I get lost on my first day? All of these questions disappeared when I stepped into what would soon be my new school.

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

It was the first month of my high school years, I was as nervous as an incoming freshman could be. I had no idea how long and strenuous my years at Bensalem High School would feel. As many others, I had a hard time adjusting to the transition from middle school to high school. Unlike others, though, I struggled about twenty

Going into high school, I was terrified. All my older friends talked about how horrible it was and many of the adults in my life talked about what a bad time they had had in school. From the two weeks of experience I’ve had with high school I can see that everyone wasn’t entirely wrong, but they weren’t entirely right either. There are a lot of things that are going to not be so great, like that one overdramatic person in every grade who

“Get back here now Priscilla!!!” she screamed. I turned the corner when I suddenly realized I didn’t know where to go. I haven’t walked out of class ever in my life but this wasn’t my first time getting yelled at or in trouble by a teacher, trust me. The sound of her deep shallow voice is all I can hear in my mind right now. This is going to be the 2nd call this week my parents will receive from my school. “What did I tell you about acting up at school, Pris?” she asks. “I’m really trying mom, I promise I won’t be that sarcastic anymore” I tell her. I recall this conversation like it was two days ago. Wait it was two days ago..

After lunch at one of my favorite restaurants, my younger sister Ashley and I hopped into my aged, tan Chrysler Sebring and drove out of the parking lot onto the dirty, bumpy road. The grounds soaked with rain and the autumn leaves floated across the sky. My car was like a bouncy spring on the bumpy road. As we continued to head towards our destination, our excitement grew. After a couple minutes of driving we finally made it to the Luchies’ house. Their house was warm and inviting as Ashley and I entered into it.

She said nothing. The silence that filled the car was so suffocating it felt as if it wrapped itself into a noose around my neck and continued to tighten as the seconds passed by. I know I should have just laughed along with her after she said she was joking and started driving in the direction home, but for the first time, I could see past my mom’s mask. She was worried. The silent moment that filled the car wasn’t for her to say, “just kidding”, but it for to focus on remembering where our family has lived for the past five years. It was for to remember the house we have driven back home to for the past 1 826 days. The home that my mom and I have spent 10 920 hours driving back to from Cedarbrae Collegiate. At that moment one memory slapped me in the face so hard that the truth was now branded on my

Moving to High School was a big step for me; the thought of change was like having a bull strapped to my back. There is so expected at such a young age. Most people on that day gazed out at the birds chirping and hear the hymns they sing as the sun begins to rise. For me it was difficult, I looked straight into a storm, where there were no birds of hymns in sight but the endless patter of the rain on the window. In primary school, you knew everyone from the students to the lunch lady’s. This was a different, considerable bigger place with fresh

Freshman year I remember walking into the school mortified, thinking that everything and anything that could go wrong would. I had never attended a Liberty-Benton School and knew about five people that would be in my grade. I was shy and quiet because I didn’t know any of the new faces. I was insecure about myself and thought that it would be almost impossible to make friends. Before high school, I went to a small, private,