My Experience In High School Experience

Students who are becoming freshmen often ask “what’s it like to be in high school?” High school is not what you think. Freshmen don’t get pushed in lockers, there's not that one popular girl who shoves other students books out of their hands, and the cafeteria is not the most embarrassing place to be. High school is not an amicable. If you really think high school is a amicable place where students smile at each other, think again. Here is some advice from my high school experience.

1. Provide a short description of your high school experience. How have you grown/evolved from 9th grade to this point? List some of the highlights of your high school career.

It was freshman year in high school, and I was ecstatic about the fact that I can officially refer to myself as a high school student. However, not everything was perfect, nor filled with sunshine and rainbows. It was just two weeks into the school year when I faced my first arduous obstacle.

A tradition at my high school for the senior class is choosing a city to spend a few days in before graduation. My class chose to go to Baltimore, Maryland. We had an action packed four days going to Adventure Park USA, Six Flags, The National Aquarium, a Baltimore Orioles game, The Smithsonian Zoo, and shopped around downtown Baltimore. I became close with classmates I rarely talked with throughout high school and saw a different side of them than what I had seen in the classrooms. My small circle of friends became even closer over the course of the week both individually and spiritually. My senior class trip to Baltimore was a memorable trip, a little chaotic, but it brought us closer together.

My high school experience has been anything but average. I attend Plymouth Canton Educational Park, a campus of 6,300 students from three different high schools all coexisting and learning together. This environment has shaped me into who I am today. It has taught me the true meaning of friendship and teamwork, the importance of time management, and pursuing what I am passionate about. I believe these experiences have thoroughly prepared me for the college experience ahead.

High school is an educational and eye-opening place for adolescents and young adults, and is ultimately the last checkpoint some people have before they transition into the adult world. After high school, students are often expected to completely fend for themselves. The transition for many students is complicated and confusing. For this reason, one series of high school experiences I have had that stick out clearly in my mind as a step away from my childish behaviors to my more adult-like ones are my interactions with my tenth grade history teacher, Mr. Hadaway. Mr. Hadaway was one of my greatest teachers, and without his inspiration and motivation, I probably would not have achieved much of what I have managed to accomplish today.

My overall high school experience has been okay. My high school experience wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t the worst. I’ve had some good experiences in high school, and I’ve also had some bad experiences.

High school can be a difficult journey in one’s life. Teenagers create drama, teachers stress out students with an abundance of homework, and sometimes procrastination defeats the high schooler's will to get work done. Despite all of that, high school is great; one must look at the little moments, the fun times, and the friends throughout. Arnold Spirit, Jr. had an atypical freshman year in Sherman Alexie’s novel “The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian,” and taught many lessons throughout the story. Arnold’s high school experience and my high school experience are different in the fact that he used his drawings for his words, and I used photography and music for mine; but our experiences are similar in the sense that we both began

Unique qualities in prospective students are difficult to find when people standardize the high school experience. Everyone has same tests, everyone has a similar curriculum, and everyone has the same activities. If a student is competitive in the college application process, they usually participate in clubs, take AP classes, or play sports. I don’t do sports, nor am I a stellar athlete. I have done numerous clubs, extracurricular activities, abroad experiences, and honor societies; taken plenty of AP classes, earned awards, and have a stellar academic record, but I am not all too different than other competitive college applications.

Writing is a continuous journey that begins in one’s elementary years and should hopefully gradually progress all the way up to college. While in elementary school, you learn the basics of composing literature, like stringing together sentences to make one short story, high school is when one’s writing skills should develop the most. Throughout my high school experience, my writing abilities have not gradually been attained. Over these, almost, four years, I have had a couple breaks in the increase of my writing skills. In ninth grade, I took an academic class, fearful of the fact that I would not be able to survive in an honors English class. That year was the longest break of my writing competence. In this class, the teacher gave us “our” rough draft essay. We would have to copy the essay by hand onto a paper, then type it, and she would grade us on the correctness of the paper, leading to everyone usually getting a one hundred. She said this is the way we would learn to write “proper” essays and we completed this cycle for every essay we “wrote.” I felt as though I lost a whole year to expand my writing ability, so the next year I took tenth grade English Honors. In tenth grade, I was genuinely pushed to do my best writing; although, it was intimidating because this teacher gave us less instructions, almost like a college professor would. I found this way that I really enjoy writing essays and writing about all the complicating ideas that came to mind when we were

During the first two years of my high school career, I experienced intolerable levels of hardship which I eventually vanquished and was able to preside over. In case It doesn’t become evident, I have a “type a” personality which I’ve been more than conscious of since my middle school days. The feeling of unease that tormented me all throughout middle and half of my high school years when I wasn’t excelling further more than I was in my previous years. Personal goals, and ambitions, that I wasn’t quite living up to, it raged me, It wasn’t who I was, I was better than that. I always thought I’d be destined for greater things, I never imagined it’d come with sacrifices and failures, at least not like mine. It wasn’t until I began high school when I realized how different things were and it wouldn’t be your ordinary middle school level material.

High school teachers tend to give “easy points” and not care too much about what students do and learn. In my experiences in high school all my teachers acted as if they didn’t care, leading to my inability to be prepared for college.

High school started for me in August, and it was my freshman year. My arsenal of pens, pencils, and binders were ready to be used. Also, I purchased a burly backpack, chic clothes, and swaggy shoes. The school supplies were supposed to impress the teachers while the aesthetics were supposed to impress the girls. Only one worked out.

I live in a small town named Tawau in the Malaysian state of Sabah but I spent most of my high school years in the state capital – Kota Kinabalu (KK). My high school experience had been a total mess. Partly because my family moved from one city after another and partly because all three of my high school practices the same kind of education system.

High School was the year that i started to open myself new doors and new abilities for my future . When I was in middle school I got influenced by forends to stick to the ¨cool¨ side and little did I know that none of that mattered in high school. When I entered high school I thought I was going to have to walk in with the coolest shoes and clothes and freshman year was the year that took me to realize that what we have now or how we look does not matter of who we want to become. Freshman year I was really naive and I tried to keep my grades high but still got the average. That year I was struggling because I never grew close to any teachers or friends I was really on my own. Sophomore year came by and I started to open my eyes and I knew that I was doing good but the year before I was struggling in math so that was a heads up that i was not going to be the best in math. One year that I messed up in affected me through all my four years. Although summer school was a big help it was not the same as if taking the class for a whole year. Not seeking for help in geometry was one of the regrets i have in highschool. I sometimes think to myself that it would have been an easy road for me if I would have gotten it but what is done is done and i focus on what I could do in the present. So sophomore year I would go after school ro tutoring and i would ask some of my friends for help. Even if I did not get the A that I wanted I was still proud of myself because I managed to pass