My Experience In High School

I recall the beginning of my freshman year when I was thrown into the chaotic and hectic mess that is high school. Not only was I given a much harder course load than ever before, but I also started the year off with volleyball. This made my life so incredibly difficult. As if getting home from a game at 10 o’clock was not enough, I typically still had about an hour of homework to complete due to my honors classes. That season felt longer than a giraffes neck . From the long nights of homework, to the complete mental breakdowns, Freshman year was one of the worst experiences of my life.

I got my schedule for school, I asked all my friends who they got for classes, and if we had together. I found out that we didn’t really, except for lunch, and it was disappointing because I wouldn’t see most of them at all, except a few I had lunch with. When school started my brother was driving, so he drove us both to school everyday and I was there every day, unlike 8th grade. The only time I missed school was when I had the flu and even then I only missed two and a half, days of school. And by not missing school, I was getting every lesson and assignment and understanding it all, better than 8th grade. Another thing was my health was a lot better I wasn’t getting sick like I used to. I watched what I ate and was even doing daily exercises. I felt as if 9th grade was a fresh start, it was a new school and I had a new attitude. I am doing a lot better now at school work, even math, which I used to hate. In conclusion,this year was my best so far, I didn’t have any stomach or other health problems , my back pain is better and I’m not getting bad grades instead i'm getting straight A’s. I even found my passion for art again. My 8th grade year was a down point in my life, hopefully the last. This is why I feel that life is like a roller coaster, which for me,was my 9th grade, freshman year that was the part that went up after the fall and hopefully the last drop for a

The hill that life is, only gets steeper in your teen years. In high school anxiety, depression, stress, and fear kick into high gear. It only gets tougher. As the years pass you keep climbing that hill until you reach the peak. For me, I have yet to reach that peak. In 2015 I started freshman year, good grades flooded my report card making me think that school wasn't really that bad. Sophomore year came too soon and hit me with a wave of assignments that were hard to swim through, Don't get me wrong, I made it through the thick water but with a lesser GPA than the year before. Junior year is now kicking in, “Welcome to the hardest year of your high school lives” was what we were greeted with from the now seniors. Thinking, I tell myself,

I soon found out the days at the high school felt much longer than they were in middle school. I feel as though I am constantly trudging to my classes, and anticipating when I will be out of each class. Every morning when I wake up I say to myself, "7 periods, you can do this."  My grades are good, or as my parents would say, "Good enough for now, but you need to graduate top 20." The thoughts of not being good enough lurk inside my head and ache for me to achieve more. High school has been rough, trying to balance the responsibilities of being an athlete and a student at the same time.  Many mornings I would get up with bruises of the game from the night before, and then get up to see my grades hurting even more than me, the minuses in front of the A's made my brain

People tend to believe that high school is what defines your life. It is where you create who you are and what your future will be, but that isn’t the truth. In high school, I was a person that I didn’t want to be. I was the shy new girl that no one would talk to. On the first day of school I was lucky that someone invited me to lunch. By the end of my first year I had less friends than the fingers on my hands. The few people that knew me in the large school either thought I was mean and rude or they were my friend. I went through the first half of high school not knowing who I was. Eventually I had to move schools and I was tired of being the new girl. I wanted to make people know my name and not be just some face. Unfortunately, my hopes

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.

When I opened my eyes, everything was spinning, the world, the things around me, and my head. Teammates grabbed me and helped me stand. I remembered the concerned looks on their faces, but I had no idea what had just happened and how it would completely alter the fall semester. It was my sophomore year of high school and I had gotten a concussion during cheerleading practice. My teammate was supposed to flip over my head, but the first time we tried this precarious maneuver, she got scared and stopped halfway. Boom! She kicked me hard in the back of my head. Fortunately, I was able to slow her fall with my head and shoulders, but unfortunately she knocked me out cold. After assessing me, the trainer said I had a concussion. The phone call to my mom isn’t very cleat in my memory, but the pain from the headache will be staccatoed in my mind forever. For the next couple days I stayed in bed unable to engage with the word. My memories of that first week are fuzzy, but eventually I had to go back to school. At first it was very challenging. Concentrating and remembering small things in class felt like an impossible task and I found myself struggling with the constant pain. I remember one day in my AP United States history class we were watching a movie and writing a summary on it. My head, like usual, was hurting that morning, but I decided to stay at school and push to avoid falling behind. It was not easy, but life isn’t east and sometime you need to push through pain - both

“Hey, move out of my seat!” she snarled at me. “Of course princess.” I fakely replied back. But I still moved. There’s nothing else I could’ve done. I would’ve had to face another day of insults and curses hurled at me by her and her entourage’s petty mouths. It’s not like she usually sat there, it’s just because I just happened to sit in a place where all of her little minions would fit as well.

Summer vacation is over, time to start a new level in my life, high school. I was scared to start high school, it felt as if I was barely going into kindergarten. My older sister Diana, and brother Robert were no help. Instead of describing high school in a more positive way, they described it as, “High school is boring and not even helpful instead it feels like Jail” I was full of fear, questions after questions would be running through my head. What if I don’t fit in? What if I fail every class? It was Saturday morning, my family and I were just done eating breakfast, and decided to go shopping, I bought all my school supplies to go prepared. Sunday night, I was writing in my diary how frightened I was to not fit in or be alone, with no friends. Two weeks before starting my freshman year I went to pick up my schedule, My first hour was physical science, second English, third Avid, fourth advisory, fifth period and six lunch and seventh Chinese and my last hour was theater. So Monday came I woke up, brushed my teeth, showered, and got dressed.

People say that high-school is supposed to be the best four years of your life, but my Sophomore year had other plans. When I entered my second year of high-school I never expected things to turn out the way they did. A series of events left me in an emotional and mental rut. I was depressed and I did not need a doctor to tell me that. It wasn’t even that I was sad, but more numb and immune to the things that were happening around me. High-school for me felt like a never ending nightmare every single day.

High School, for a lot of people, is bad. Bullying, bad teachers, and waves and waves of social anxiety. But some kids manage to get through it, though. And two of those kids were Cassia Mclane and Eliseo Schultz.

High School is a place where “ if opportunity doesn’t knock build a door.” . For many of us, high school is that daunting step where students go from a small fish in a small pond, to a slightly larger fish in a much bigger pond. It explains that how students start their career from “a small fish” meaning in the first year they are very new to high school, they have plenty of new and great things to learn and also many more ways to go through in their life. They will face some problems, will go through some positive and maybe some bad experiences, and also understand the importance of study. From these experiences everyday they grasp learning power. As they go further, they learn many things, which are interesting and beneficial to them with their career or future. I had to transition from 600 students k-8 to 3,200 students in high school.

“So, why did you choose to come here?” a dorm proctor asked the very first time we met, right in front of my room in Bancroft Hall, which would be my new home for the next nine months. Confused and a little jet lagged, I did not respond; I nodded, smiled, and stepped back into my room. As the door closed, locking me into my little world of isolation, I thought about the question. I did not know the answer, for I did not “choose” to come to this school. In fact, I expected to attend a school in the UK. However, as a Thai Scholar, I did not have much choice but to go wherever the Thai embassy told me to go. As fate had it, I was placed in one of the most prestigious high schools: Phillips Exeter Academy.

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 the beginning of semester, I was not sure if the course was going to be enjoyable. There were some classes where I thought I had already learned some of the lectures in High School. I asked myself many times, “Why is this course required?” However, as the semester went by, I sort of started to understand the reason for the course. I had never attended college before, and I didn’t really know what certain things were,for example, Financial Aid. The topic time management was also influential across the semester. Learning a little more about my personality was also something that was influential across the semester.