My Experience At Milpitas High School

The familiar aroma of coffee fills the air as I enter the not so common area. I feel very bewildered in the labyrinth of hallways searching for my classroom just like I had stepped into corn maze as a child. At last, I locate the secluded room tucked away inside the massive building. Even though the number on the door matches the number on my schedule I am still second guessing if I am in the right place. The door opened up as students poured out. Finally, I took my seat at the back, trying my hardest to sit down unnoticed. My hands were shaking as I wrote the class name at the top of my paper. After what seemed like ages the professor proceeded to

On that awkward and confusing day, I shifted from corner-to-corner. Finally, one of the students said, “Miss.” “Miss.” “The security button is over there.”

Getting the ability to interview one of my past teachers was an awesome experience. I had the luxury of talking to one of my former high school teachers and Student Council advisor Tessa Gargano. We have a great reputation together and basically know each other like the backs of our hands.

From what I have been through, my current high school experience has not been meeting my expectations. After speaking with friends and parents, I believe that Archbishop Mitty High School can provide the experience that I am seeking. One aspect I am looking for is a larger campus, school community and a safer environment. I feel that the size and location of Archbishop Mitty will help enhance my learning experience. Something else I am looking for in my new high school experience is more school spirit and camaraderie. I have attended many sports events at Archbishop Mitty and I have thoroughly enjoyed the enthusiasm and spirit of the environment. One last reason is that I am looking for a school that can provide a larger class selection with

It was early July in Southern California: the sun was high, the air was warm, and the palm trees were swaying. Unfortunately, the bright sun could not light the darkness of the pit I had been slowly falling into during my tumultuous school year at my new charter school. On that day, when the other girls were tanning beachside, I was sitting deskside. I was trapped in a tiny, moldy, yellow-carpeted education office at the school I had transferred to the year prior. Like my fading hope, the dusty chandelier was barely hanging on from the ceiling. The room’s peculiarity added to my anxiety, as I felt failure lingering in the musty air. Though I had been sheltered by my parents’ optimism, I knew what I would soon hear: “I am so sorry sweetheart,

The low ceiling cowered above and the black plastic chairs formed a restless crowd around me. From my seat, I could smell the acute scent of cleaning fluid, whiteboard markers, and the nauseating perfume of the girl sitting next to me. Like so many other students, she exuded concentration. Her brows were drawn as her hand moved rapidly over the testing booklet, only pausing to reposition herself or cast an almost imperceptible sidelong glance. The effortlessness of her actions furthered my anxiety as I began tapping my foot uneasily against the speckled linoleum floor. Through the dusty shades that hung precariously in front the only window in the room, I could see the outline of a solitary building shadowed by the dense gray fog that clung to the courtyard outside. At that moment, I would have given anything to be able to run and scream at the top of my lungs. I had an inexplicable urge to break free from the confinement of that room and what it

(Students in the hallway after school. Lockers are slamming. Students are stressed. Papers are flying out of messy

“Success isn’t just about what you accomplish in your life; it’s about what you inspire others to do.” Throughout my four years at Sartell High School, I have tried to do what I can to help others and inspire others to be better people and do great things. I have worked to do this through many aspects of my school life, whether it is through Student Council, on the soccer field, or in the classroom. I have also taken the time to mentor a student in Sartell Middle School through the Big Brothers Big Sisters program, and it not only made an impact on his life, but it also changed mine for the better. My experience as a mentor at Sartell Middle School has been long and enjoyable, and I believe that it has allowed me to grow into the person I am today.

Red lights, traffic lines, students walking or dragging, I could hardly tell. Today marks the day of my first day of high school without my best friend who may not connect to me blood-relatively but a family in my heart. I thought to myself, what if I can’t find any of my friends? What if I can’t find any of my classes? What if everything doesn’t turn out the way I want it to? Anxiety and panic roll in my body as soon as my mom stopped the car. I hesitated to open the car door, making little movements to even try to get out the car. I waved goodbye and shut the door closed so lightly that I think my mom had to properly shut it again. As I make my way to the front entrance with the gated black fence that shines so dimly, I looked up randomly at the sky, noticing that the clouds appeared very cloudy and immediately assumed that the rain will start sprinkling

You’ve reached the classroom now, the right one, you’re sure, but there’s already people inside and you’re early, so you lean against a wall and wait. You keep your mind perfectly blank as you watch the students, now your peers, go by. You notice the rock in your shoe again, and you contemplate it’s and then your very own existence for a while, very heavy but not unpleasant before class thoughts.

It was just like any other normal Thursday at HempPasture High School. The school day ended and I was exiting the school into the blistering cold air of mid-january. The bone-chilling wind kissed my cheeks, and hurried my rush into the field house to escape the bitter weather. I let out a sigh of relief as i entered the first set of doors, then began my decent down 2 flights of stairs to the locker room. As i descended, I couldn’t help but notice the eerie emptiness of the usually busy area of the field house. The stairwell was dimly lit, and it only seemed to get darker the more i descended. I finally came to the end of the stairwell and paused to see if i could hear anyone else as I usually would on any normal day, but all i could hear was my own faint breath. I slowly opened the door into

As my dad’s shiny, grey, car pulled up to the enormous building with a halt, I unbuckled my seatbelt with a jab. “Bye,” I groaned as he mocked, “Good luck!” Well that helped I thought. I walked up to the big, rusty, opened doors with the vice principal there to greet me. This was going to be a long year…

As i slowly open the door i see the look on one kids face his eyes are huge and he’s about to cry and he’s shivering with fear. The door is open now and i’m almost to my spot that's over by the whiteboard when

I would love to attend this year’s leadership camp as a representative for Mariner High School. I thoroughly enjoyed my experience last year, however, this time my goal is to further my involvement by reaching out beyond my comfort zones to meet different people instead of sticking with people who I am familiar with. Also, everybody on Exec Board happen to be the ones who I am exceptionally interested in developing closer bonds with to be able to work with them effectively and learn of their goals for the coming school year and as everybody in leadership I believe should be able to view each other as a close-knit family. During my time at camp I wish to learn more concerning myself and how I can improve to become a stronger leader. With knowledge from camp, I will promise to come back to school and influence others to be leaders through their own unique, individual ways.

The hallways an endless channel, the doorway a snowcapped mountain, indomitable and tough. Prim and proper with a shiny buckle, the heels of my mother’s penny loafers clack loudly on the scuffed floors. The classroom is empty, there 5 desks in a semi-circle at the front of the room with a podium in the middle. Mrs. Mellinger smiles at me, asks me if I’m ready to go. I tell her that I sure hope so. She laughs, and I take my seat in the front of the room. Shortly after, the other kids filter in, some sit with me in the front, the rest take their normal seats.