My Experience In High School

My experience in high school had been rather amusing. I had a lot of friends and really considered myself one of the ‘cool kids’. I had tried so hard to fit in. The most difficult part of high school was not the rigorous AP classes or the immense amount of homework- it was ignoring others’ perception of you. I did not realize this until the middle of my junior year. My grades and relationship with my own family reflected upon my commitment to being the most popular kid in school.

Before graduating elementary and jumping into middle school my homeroom adviser always advises us to try and enter the school program in this particular high school. The thing is to enter the program you need to take an entrance exam and get at least 85% on it. The first week of May 2012 my mom and I went to my elementary school to collect my transcripts that I needed to enroll for grade 7. At that moment and for the last time I saw my grade 6 teachers. Upon getting my transcripts I can hear my grade six teachers asking my mom if I will take the entrance exam.

Walking into the Stem Academy I didn't know what to expect. I met my friends Olivia, Makaila, London, Rebecca, and Shya. I had Mr. Jain as my homeroom teacher, he was a very good teacher just hard to understand sometimes. This whole year I passed all of my classes, this year was kind of easy to me. My behavior was really good this year I got an E for conduct the second quarter and then the rest were S, but I didn't really get into much trouble this year. I liked the way that our schedules were set up because we got to kind of explore the school and if we knew some of the older kids we would be able to socialize with them. I also liked the fact that we were able to get Ipads instead of having books to carry around. It's really neat to be able to communicate with teachers and turn in work electronically. This is how my six grade school year went as far as the school work. With social and extracurricular activities I had a lot of fun with these. We had fights, party's, dress downs, and also more fights. I went to basketball tryouts but I was so bad at basketball, that I didn't make it. It didn't really matter that I didn't make the team because I still played AAU basketball. I went out for soccer but that wasn't really for me, I only tried because my friends did. The fights were really childish and stupid. The only fight we really had this year is when Kejuan body slammed Toriano onto the ground by his head. There wasn't really too many party’s but when there were some

Being 5 feet tall, 90 pounds isn’t the ideal way to start high school, especially when you have plans to be a Division-1 student-athlete. If life were an elevator, my elevator was moving up through the floors at a frustratingly slower pace than those around me. I can attest that being picked last and left out can be quite a blow to one’s self-esteem. I have been on the “B” team and have felt that I wasn’t good enough to be out there on the field at all. The feeling, though, never quite sat right with me and I recognized early on that it was my challenge to overcome.

All my life I have attended my hometowns education school districts. I knew every student in school because we had all grown up together since preschool. I recall middle school being the best three years of my life for the reason I was very popular and had a boyfriend who I once thought was perfect for me. As I knew everyone, everybody knew me and wanted to be in my life. This was until I moved on to high school and that's when everything changed for me. I went from being this girl that everyone praised to a depressed girl that was loathed, and for that reason, it encouraged me to switch schools.

4th grade was a filled with chaos. Even if I try to remember one moment, I can only pull out blurry images. But out of all of these foggy memories, one stands above all. Three years back, I’m standing in front of the whole class; face as red like blood as everyone gawks and laughs. How I got into this situation is a long story. Very little did I know, it would alter my singing ‘career’.

In the summer of 2013, I received an email that changed my life forever. It was up to me to accept or decline the new journey that allowed me to be accepted into Edgecombe Early College High School. I decided to accept this new journey that was filled with 5 years of butterflies, hardships, new opportunities and self improvement.

There have been times in my life in which my decisions have led to negative consequences. One of these biggest mistakes occurred my sophomore year.

I walked into Urban wearing Abercrombie and Fitch Jeans, a maroon v-neck t-shirt with a cardigan, and tan Sperrys. I had planned the outfit out the night before, wanting to impress my peers and show off my mature and put together high school self. I came into the big cold Urban gym in with my head held high, believing, no, knowing that I had made the perfect outfit to represent myself on the first day of school. However, my confidence quickly deflated and red rushed to my cheeks as I realized my mistake.

Some summers pass by and you barely notice, while others make an impact you may never forget. It happened to me this past summer while I was away at Louisiana Technical College before my senior year of high school. I opened my apartment door on that first day and I knew this was perfect for me. The apartment, the gym across the street, the classes and the independence were all so perfect for me! Those 36 days I spent in what felt like a different world taught me priceless lessons I'll never forget.

Starting off as a freshmen I was very quiet, I was scared of the teachers and classmates. Everyday was a struggle to get into the classrooms my body would shake, my hands would sweat, and my voice would tremble. Each and everyday felt like the first day of school. I hated the way I acted and looked at school as if it were a challenge. Being social became like solving a binary code. I could not figure out how to talk to people everyone made it seem so easy to connect to one another. I felt like a foreigner who did not know how to speak English. For the rest of the year I let myself be in isolation only speaking to my friends I have meet in middle school. As the new year came around I felt compelled to break the habit of being preserved. I went in with the intention of making at least four new friends. I knew it was something I needed to come out of if, I wanted to succeed in the near future and interacting was definitely needed for internships or job applications. Being very serious about wanting to grow as an individual I tried out for our school cheer. As I waited in line for a number to try out I was ready to just drop it and leave. My friend told me it was gonna be fine and I remained in line. As tryouts went on I felt so confident I was surprised myself. While learning the motions and dance I felt relieved. For the first time I was alive interacting with everyone who was trying out it was truly the time of my life. Two days later time to tryout came. I was me again.

At Holland Patent High School, I am a 17 year old girl, who has understood how foolish I used to be, how impactful high school truly was for me and my personal growth, and how much I’ve really changed. I have a new outlook on life, I am more confident, and I am overall so much happier. This identity I have of myself is a combination of every single person I used to be over the years at the middle school and high school. Today, I can walk the halls of Holland Patent understanding that the high school has become like a second home to me. I changed the way I would look at school and began to enjoy it so much more. I got closer to people around me, staff or friends, and I started to enjoy learning and the high school environment again.

I watch from the beige colored sidewalk as my Ma pulls away in the Nissan Pathfinder that we dubbed as the ‘Blue Shoe.’ I turn and look up at the newly built building. There it stands in its newly built glory, the sun is rising behind the building and it seems to cast a halo effect on it. Little did I know it would be like Hell more than Heaven. It was my first year of going to a public school, I was a 6th grader this year, as I had been doing my schooling at home. With this came the ability to be a grade ahead because Ma said that I was to busy when I was younger.

Maybe it was the thought of what people felt about me, or the way I felt their glare on my back as I walked past a group of people. It could also have been the way that people stopped talking as I got closer to them and all that gave them away was the accusatory look in their eyes. The tables had turned suddenly letting me with no choice but to experience the way that other half lived. Living as a socially awkward student was difficult, but living amidst all the flying rumors was close to impossible. That fall was a life lesson that made me appreciate the friends I had and humbling me to see past the materialism that existed in the school to the vanity of it all.

It's my freshman year. I was at the top of the “food chain,” and now I'm at the bottom yet again. It's the end of the first semester for me. My grades aren't looking too good. Or at least I am getting what I expected to get. English is low, it always has been, always will be, I expect that. I have nothing new here. Math looks great, solid “A” in the class, as usual. Math is where I shine math is where others fall. Math is the one thing keeping me alive now. Other classes are low, too low for my liking, but they will do if I great on finals. All I can do now is study for finals. My grades are low not because I'm a dumb guy. I'm just, different. I have ADHD, Attention Disorder and Hyperactive Disorder. I obviously don't have the HD part where I can't control my body and flail around uncontrollably. I have the AD part. I have trouble with Attention. It's hard for me to concentrate most of the time. I'm going to tell you how I learned I have it.