The idea came upon me late on a Sunday night in early February. An idea that me and my buddies from high school need one last get together before the end of the semester. Yes, the end of the semester is not for another 2 months, but many of my friends go to a variety of different colleges which means many different weeks of spring break. I realized that this would be our last chance together so let’s go home this weekend and get together. We ran with the idea. We all found ways back home and our plan was to get together that Friday night. I looked forward to that Friday night all week, but when that Friday night came it was all ruined by a guy that would do anything to never be unfair to someone on purpose. On February 7th around 8 o’clock or so me and my roommates were eating dinner discussing spring break. We talked about when our spring break was and how it was going to be way different since many of our buddies go to different colleges and have separate spring break dates. As we talked dates I realized that our spring break was a week before all my other buddies spring breaks were. This is the reason upon deciding to have a get together later that week. I immediately sent out a text to one of my good buddies Jackson. Jackson has a garage that is fully renovated therefore it is our primary hang out spot. We talked about if it was a good idea and if we could stay in the garage that Friday night. All went well that entire week. Me and my five other buddies all found
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It was the last last few days of summer before I started my Sophomore year of high school. My freshman year I applied and ran to be Sophomore class president, and I won. Before the start of school SGA (Student Government Association) had the responsibility to welcome and show new students around the school. While showing and bonding with new students I meet two new sophomores students named Ethan and Olivia. Ethan was a very attractive young man who was six feet and had nice dark hair, that was swooped to the right. Olivia on the other hand was a very short and pale girl who had orange hair that was very thin. Olivia and I both found Ethan to be attractive, Olivia made it known to me that she liked Ethan. It was the first day of school and
Traveling as a group, my roommate, Joe and I walked to Schine to meet up with all the other students waiting for the buses taking us to downtown Syracuse for the events. I was reluctant to go, feeling out of place, not knowing others who would be attending the event. Convincing me to go, we arrived in front of Schine, Joe immediately pointed out some of his friends. He introduced me to them as his new roommate. One of his friends, began making jokes about how it must be to have Joe as a roommate. This broke the ice and allowed me to open up more and even make a few jokes myself. We boarded the buses and headed to downtown Syracuse. This
When I graduated high school I started working because I had decided not to go to college or the military. After I graduated, I went with my father to Texas in order to find a job because I was having a difficult time finding a job in California. In San Antonio, Texas, I found a job where the company hired me the very next day and I was ecstatic. The next day I started working and I found out that I would be working ten to twelve hour shifts on Monday through Friday. I found out that I was working for a staffing agency which most companies use to hire new employees, so that the employee is not directly employed by the company. In mid-December, I got fired for listening to music and I was devastated.
The first day of High School. I have alway been so excited to start a new year, to buy new outfits, decided how I am going to do my nails and everything else that goes into getting ready for a brand new school year. This year it was different, I had a weird feeling that I have felt before. I was nervous, so nervous and scared to just start a new year of school. Well, the first day of school did not start off so well. The bus was running so late that my mom had to take me to school and obviously my brother and I was very late and my mom was pretty late to work too. As soon as I saw the school my heart started beating. I felt like it is about to run away, I know crazy but that was how scared I was. I walked into Crew and I skimmed the whole class. No one I knew, great. My crew teacher, Ms. Berry was very welcoming. She gave me my schedule and bus route paper and left. To be completely honest only one girl was welcoming, the rest kept to themselves and didn't talk at all. It was so awkward honestly, it felt like time will not pass by. Do not get me wrong I really liked Ms. Berry and she tried to break the ice, but no one was really cooperating. Anyways, moving on to my first period it was Student Leader. Just finding my way to class was crazy, everyone is walking in a different way and I could not even find my class until this upperclassman came up to me and asked if I was lost and showed me where the class is.
People are bound to change whether they want to or not, what matters is if they accept the change for the better rather than the worse. As a high school student, I have learned to accept changes as just part of my life. I have experienced a lot of changes in my life from ninth grade to senior year of high school, from my physical strength, personality, involvement, and my ability to grow as a potential teacher one day. These changes have all been beneficial in the growth of me as a person, a person that will succeed in life.
It was my senior year of high school. Michael was holding his annual party at his apartment. Michael held this party every year on the exact same day the first Saturday of December. I never figured out why that he picked that day. This party is the biggest and maddest party they have at Hot Springs High. I have never been to a party before and about a week before the party my best friend Austin texted me. Austin asked me if I was going got the party. I said, “My mom would kill me if I went to a party!”. I was apprehensive to go because I had never been too a party before and my mom was against it. Austin said, “It’s your senior year bro, you need to go. Everyone at school is going since It’s the last time Michael is having the party.” I told Austin I would get back to him. All my friends then proceeded to bug me all week about going to the party. The Day of the party I caved in and said, “Let’s do it!”
New year, new school, bring it on. I spent countless days thinking of endless scenarios of my first day of seventh grade. I had high hopes for my new school, Maranatha Private School, which ended up being the most wretched hive of scum and villainy in southern California. I didn’t get much sleep the night before my first day and I was the quiet, shy kid who had but two friends. I barely made it to class on time as the teacher began taking attendance. Slowly she passed over the names until she reached mine. “Brandon Ham-hamburger, Hembijner?” I sat slumped in my seat, my face redder than a freshly picked tomato. The only thing I wanted in that moment was to be home watching Netflix, away from all of these unfamiliar faces trying to figure me out. ‘Dear God, I know you’re there so just hear me out real quick alright?’ I thought to myself, ‘Please just get me out of this one little thing.’ Call it coincidence, but I think this was a little bit more than that. At the exact moment when I was about to correct the teacher, the PA system came on: “Teachers, please report to the gym with your class for the start of the year assembly.” All the attention was taken off of me and I began to think that this year may not be so bad... I was sorely mistaken.
The thought of attending a new school always made me nervous and worried. It would be hard to leave the people I grew up with behind. I was so use to the same every day routine, but now I have to change my ways. Today, I start my first day at my new school. The emotions rushing through my body was a feeling no words can describe. I attended Holland High School for twelve years, and now I have to start fresh at a new school. Nguyen High School was a new beginning, new faces, and a new environment. Although I never wanted this to happen, the memories created at Nguyen High School are unforgettable.
High School is a very crucial place for most people, but I can definitely say it was very difficult for me. I did well in school, well enough for me. Now, to me the requirements to graduate high school seemed too difficult for one person, then again, most people manage to do; let me rephrase that: it seemed too difficult for me. I guess the main focus throughout this memoir is; when does your life truly begin? At the start of birth or the walk across the stage? Well, here’s how mines began.
I heard footsteps behind me, as I wandered towards the tissue box at the front of the classroom. I whipped around to find my classmate, Ellie, tiptoeing behind me. I really wasn't in the mood to talk to her right then, so I glowered at her, hoping she`d take the hint and go back to her seat. Long story, short...she didn`t. So, every time she opened her mouth to talk to me, I reeled my head in the opposite direction. What she had put me through the day before was wrong. Didn't she realize?
One day I was bored at home so I decided to clean up my room because it was mess. So after cleaning up my room I looked in one of my drawers that use to have all the junk in it and found my old iPod classic. I decided to charge it to hear all the old music I had in it. After it charged I was looking through the playlists and I found this song I use to listen to. This song was No Te Veo by Casa de Leones. This song I listened to it all the time, it was my favorite and as I soon as I heard it I started to have a flashback of my first day of high school and how that day was not the great way to start my freshmen year of high school but at the end it turned out good.
My High School career was challenging in many ways. When I was a junior, my entire life had been spent in one school, Ambassadors for Christ Academy. Now I have learned of its notoriety as a failure of an institution, but at the time my ignorant caregivers chose to overlook the obvious negatives and hold fast to their overconfidence in their own decisions. All this in mind, I knew everyone in my freshman class, most of them on a rather intimate level. I would be lying if I said I held much else but the rancid hatred of familiarity for them. My middle school years had been plagued with depression and bad times, so I was not thrilled to still be in school. Knowing things would be bad, and that even the best situations would rapidly deteriorate, I held the kind of optimism an abuse survivor has. You know, somewhere in the limited views I had been able to shamble together, I held the hope that the serially repugnant institution would stumble over some reprieve for its tortured students. This hope was fostered by those close to me. There were few people more supportive and loving to me than my grandmother, Ruby. She and my mother were the closest relatives I had, and they fostered this tiny spark of hope in me, for better or worse. To hope for such luck was foolish, and like hopes were punished. Nonetheless, they carried on fostering that hope in me in my darkest hours, as if to say there was some hope to be found in even the direst of situations. What they failed to understand
BEEP! BEEP! My alarm went off. i knew instantly what today was. it was none other than the first day of school the day i have been dreading since summer started. but today was not any first day this one was as scary as a beetle because it was the first day of highschool. i thought high school was the scariest thing ever because of all the movies and the television shows that i watched portrayed it as ten percent learning and ninety percent bullying. the only people in the shows and movies that got bullied were the nerds and i was a nerd. The stairs creaked as i went down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. then my mom stopped me and said “the breakfast at school is free so you're going to eat it” so then we got in the car and my mom drove me to the bus stop. i hated busses. it confused me that we were taking the bus when i knew that she could have taken us herself but we had to. The bus made its way to the stop and i got on and to my surprise there were no seats. i tried finding anyone i knew and i had no luck so i had to sit next to two other people when the seats are only able to hold two. When i thought the bus couldn’t get any more crowded we stop at a popular stop and more people get on. The bus would stop a few more times until we got to the high school. we were packed like sardines in that bus but then everyone got off. we got there pretty late. The doors were wide open and i could see it all it was a big school with big kids. My stomach rumbled and i wondered were
High school, you know how in the movies where the new kid walks into the lunchroom and sees all the athletes and cheerleaders at one table and the nerds at another. Then you have your goths in the corner, and last but not least the general population. In these scenes everyone had a place, everyone had friends, and eventually someone would invite the new kid to there table and the plot or story would begin. I really hoped my first day of highschool was like the movies because I never really had friends. I was overweight, shy, very introverted, and insecure. The perfect target for bullying. I always had my
“Beep, beep, beep…….” The alarm screamed! My chest began to pound and my hands started to sweat. I look over at the alarm clock, 7:05 a.m. and I knew today would be horrible. Waking up late is not what I wanted to do today. I ran to the shower, threw off my pajamas, and hopped in. “Burr!” I yelled, as the freezing water ran down my back. A million things began to run through my mind; will I make it to school on time, will I know anyone, what should I wear, is it going to be scary, what if the teachers are mean? Today was the big day, the day I started Miami Middle School as a sixth grader.