My Experience In High School

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.

I’m sure many have shared stories of their high school experiences and can relate when I say those four years have taught me many lessons. During this time, I’d come face to face with the fraudulent friendships, temporary romances, and other high school dramas that my parents once warned me about—those of which I simply brushed off as myths. It wasn’t the 90’s anymore— times have changed and people are different—or at least, that’s what I thought.

Fear. As I walked into the huge, unfamiliar building of Gibson Southern High School on my first day of freshmen year, I shook with terror. New teachers, new people, new classes, and a new environment that I yearned to explore, but anxiety filled my body. I had previously attended Haubstadt Community School, where I finally felt comfortable and now everything seemed frightening and different. Although my body told me not to, I forced myself to push through the day with a positive attitude. After all, this would be my home for the next four years.

The transition between middle school and high school can be one of the most difficult transitions for some people. What if I don’t make any friends? What if there’s no one who shares interests with me? What if there’s too much homework? These are all questions that many students, including me, probably thought of the night before the first day of high school. Luckily, the first few days weren’t as bad as I dreaded they would be, and it’s mostly because of advice that people have given me. I interviewed my parents, my peers, and Lincoln staff members to learn more about what high school could be like, and how to make it more enjoyable. If there’s one thing that I’ve learned from everyone, it’s that participating in extracurricular activities and attending school events are very important to having good high school experience.

In the beginning of this school year, I came into Savanna High School with barely any knowledge from my eighth grade year. In addition, I remembered that I did not know what to expect. As a matter of fact, I did not know what to do, the only thing that I am sure about is the high school experience will not be anything like High School Musical. On the other hand, I wasn’t hoping for the high school journey to be a smooth and easy experience. At that moment, all I hope was to fit in and find some friends for my own so I would not be a loner and have to drag along with my brother and his friends. Little did I know, high school have brought me some amazing people. Furthermore, I have learned a lot from them in my first year of high school. The new people that I have met this year have taught me more about myself. I have learned to become a good friend, the friend who my friends can trust and rely on. On the other hand, some of the amazing people that I have mentioned are my teachers. My

It all started early Wednesday morning it was April 24th when the bell for first period rang. Everyone left their group of friends and scattered all over campus to get to their classes. It wasn’t until the tardy bell rang and my class still didn’t have a teacher that we knew

“Have fun!” my mom called out from her car as she dropped me off for the first day of junior high. As I entered the school, I prayed that I wouldn’t get picked on or made fun of by people like I did in elementary. Not only did I get made fun of by the older grades, but also my own friends. I hoped that I could make real friends, friends who actually cared, friends who I can be myself around and not have them judge me. I looked around the school, wide-eyed. Something inside me said that I was safe and maybe, just maybe I would be able to make real friends.

On a foggy Thursday morning, I was up earlier than normal for the first day of school. Hardly any sleep was received throughout the night as the excitement for the next day sat in. The hallway was dark as I made my way to the kitchen. Within the next hour, my life would change drastically. The first day of school can always be problematic. However, the first day of high school is especially hard. Youthful children are always looking up to high school students. They seem like they are so old and mature. It is hard to imagine that you would ever be that old. On this morning, I was going to become one of those terrifying high school students.

It was 2016, and I was finally a senior in high school. Being a senior in high school was something that I had dreamed of since my early middle school days, and at last, I was there. It was the last year in one of my least favorite environments, and I couldn’t wait to graduate and move away from the only place I had ever known. I had lived in the same town for seventeen years, and I had gone to the same school with the same people for thirteen years. I was looking forward to something new in my life. I was most excited for my senior year because it was the year that I was going to choose where I wanted to move away to and what school I wanted to spend the next four years of my life at. As the year moved along, I slowly realized that I wasn’t moving away and that I’d be staying home to attend college, which was one of the most difficult decisions that I ever had to make.

Picture this. A few short years from now, you’re signing yearbooks, trying on caps and gowns, and saying goodbye as you and your friends go your separate ways. Before you know it, you’re walking across that stage and receiving your diploma. As you look back and reflect on your life and last days at Alpena High School, did you really make it worthwhile? For anyone traveling through the twists and turns of high school, it can be a very challenging frenzy to attempt to fit in and interact with other students. People can get caught up in the pressures of trying to succeed expectations set by parents and also everyday drama from fellow peers. Our message to anyone on the great venture that is high school is that they should enjoy it while it

September 6th, the day we return back to school and sit within the walls of York High School. As I walk through the door, I see all the familiar faces whom I have not seen since the day school got out. I walk by the seniors, who are older but not too intimidating, and remember my days as a freshman where I was scared to even walk by an upperclassmen. On the other side of the lunchroom is the freshman. All huddled up and quiet, they are anxious yet scared for their new high school experience. Chatter started in every which way as more and more students entered the cafeteria to gather before the school day officially started. “Oh my gosh, hi! I missed you, how was your summer?” This was the friendly and half fake phrase many of the girls said to each other as they entered the room. The first bell rang at 7:45 AM, and every student stood up and one big cluster emerged.

In 2014, the beginning of my freshman year at high school, was an odd time in my life. As I was walking through the halls of Fort Morgan High School for the first time ever, I couldn’t help but feel terrified, and nervous but at the same time, a feeling of excitement coursing through my veins. I was finally here, the home stretch. The last few years of school until I get to be sent into the mysterious world of adulthood. But that was freshman year. I was naive, hopeful, and foolish. The true hardships wouldn’t begin until the following year.

It was the second day of school during my junior year of high school, and probably one of the most boring days of the year. It was a Riverside Prep tradition to go over the school’s dress code in every single class for the whole first week of school. So, after five years of the same speech for a whole week, I was looking forward to my lunch break. The sun was bright, hot, and hard to look at after sitting in a dark and cool classroom all day. After finding my way to a lunch table in the middle of one of the courtyards I sat to wait for my other friends to join me. Once our table began to grow talk about new teachers, students, and the outrageously boring schedule for the week began to flow out in a burst of conversation. Not long after lunch had started our table was joined by two more people; Lily and a new girl that she had introduced. “This is Leoni! And it is her first day and we had Chemistry together, so I figured that I would show her around and help her meet some new people.” Everyone said their hello’s and the conversations carried with our newly welcomed guest. Leoni fit in our

“This is it,” I thought as I made my way up the stairs and through the doors of Johnson Heights High School. As I step through the door I became astonished by the different activities I saw going on. There were couples holding hands, clubs and teams tryouts, bullies, loud noises, and more. My heart pounded and my hands became sweaty as I grip my backpack, and made my way to the administration office. There I got my information and headed my way on out to my first period class. I got a few waves and smiles as I walked pass, and I became a little less frightened and more excited. But when I reached my Algebra class, my excitement immediately turn to fear and anger once I saw who was in my class.

About 5 years ago, I remembered heading into the exciting world of high school. I know a lot of you were nervous, though you won't admit it now. High school can be intimidating, for sure. But it can also be a place for growth. If you didn't spend all your time updating your Facebook status or tweeting about your weekend plans—or even if you did—you had the opportunity to meet and mingle with hundreds of other students. You got the chance to share ideas, passions, and strengths.