My Experience At My Head

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.

August 15, 2013 was the date that I entered high school. I had high hopes for the upcoming high school years to be my best years ever since I was in sixth grade. I expected that I can make more friends, join more club activities, and can choose classes that I really like. Although I was very enthusiastic and eager to start the all new school years, I also had a lot of worries and confusion about it also. The night before I start my freshmen year, the thoughts of failing classes, and be able to graduate high school kept

Who knew High School would be over in a blink of an eye? Four short years and a whole chapter of your life is over. The goal everyone was striving to achieve was completed, yet an even bigger thing was approaching “Life”. All 365 of us would venture out into the world and start new journeys hundreds of miles apart.

sat in my 8th hour room, staring at the clock, waiting for it to finally hit 3:05. After what felt like an eternity I heard the ring of the bell and a wave of students rushed out into the summer air. Summer was finally here and I couldn’t be happier. I had a whole three months to do whatever I wanted. No homework, no tests, no teachers. I hopped on my bus that would drive me home and deliver me to freedom.

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

The last week of school for all seniors had begun. Everyone was handing in all their assignments (and doing any last bit of procrastination they might've

In the school year of 2015-2016, I am a high school student now. I should be excited for this upcoming school. However, I felt nervous about this school year. I lay in my bed until my mom called me many times. After eating my wonderful breakfast, my mom and younger sister asked to get ready for school. I didn’t want to change my pajama. My dad called me from the downstair, “Iris, hurry up. It is time to school now.” I was unhappy to get out of my room. Even though I have been in the Memorial High School many times before this school year, I was afraid of being in my first day of school.

I know that it doesn’t appear to be such a big deal, but just the thought of having to start fresh in the middle of high school had been enough to send shivers down my spine. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to be a Rockingham County High School Cougar. I walked in on the first day, on the outside looking collected, but on the inside I was shaking like a loose leaf being tossed around on a branch in the middle of autumn. “What if I don’t meet anyone? What

On August 27, 2015, I was overwhelmed with excitement. It was the day of orientation. I was going to meet some of my fellow classmates that I would get to know for the next five years. The time leading

As the story goes, it was my first day as a freshman at Poplar Bluff High School. As I stepped off the bus to my new school, I found myself unfamiliar and nervous. My first instinct was to find my friends on such a wide campus, but, class would be starting soon so I wouldn’t have time. “Guess I will just get to my first class early”, I thought to myself while walking in the shivering, cold weather.

Summer 2015. The summer of all summer’s had finally arrived. My last one in Carroll County, and I was determined to make it exhilarating. Of course, recollecting all the time’s I had vowed to make each summer the best one yet, I didn’t have much faith in myself. I felt it, though. Something was going to be different. I knew that on August 12th, which was just two short months away, I was going to be walking the halls for the “last-first” time. Scary, right? I mean, for 12 years I had spent every day under micromanagement and all of a sudden, almost as if instantly, reality confronts you.

Senior year was going to be the best one yet. I was going to be involved and fully enjoy it. However, my excitement started to diminish when my best friend got a boyfriend a month before school started. I didn’t think things would change at first, but suddenly I no longer had a constant companion at social events. The nights where we’d hang out were gone, and I found myself constantly third-wheeling. My hope for an amazing senior year was gone; I lost my best friend, and I felt miserably alone. (499)

It was finally the day everyone had been talking about all summer. Nerves shot through kids bodies when they would even think about this day, however, I was not concerned. I was prepared to begin a new journey in my life and to see how high school would change me. My dad always told me, “high school is the best years of your life” and “don’t ever wish high school away,” which sounded like crazy talk to this incoming freshman.

I want to share some of my experiences that my Dad and I have shared together. He has taught me that I can overcome anything that comes my way. He has helped me to become truthful. These experiences have shown me that lying gets you nowhere in life. Also has helped me to be on time and arrive at least 20 or 30 minutes early. One of the other ones were that hard work pays off in the end because without hard work we would not be as happy as we are now.

Setting my suitcase and bags next to my bed, I looked around seeing that most of the things were placed as they were two months ago. Summer break recently ended and class was scheduled to resume on Monday. It was my last year here at Maxwell College of Arts and I could already tell that this year was going to be stressful.