My Experience : My Life In High School

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.

It was fall of my final year of Junior High and I was excited to go into high school. In Arellanes Jr High School I was a very popular person but, my circle was very small. I was a short brunette that dressed like a tomboy. I was a honor band student and also a cheerleader, it was a weird combination for me. I had a boyfriend in the beginning of the year and his name was Isaac and he was the person that really motivated me to do better in school. Isaac was a tall, slim mexican boy that loved to draw. Once school finally started I would get up at seven in the morning to get ready for school. Then leave around 8:10 in order to not miss the bus to school. At my bus stop it was just a couple of kids because where I lived they called it the “rich new houses”. In the city of Santa Maria it was very small and low populated city where everyone knew each other and not many of the houses were really in the best condition. In my bus stop the kids there were the people that I would usually spent time with. Julie, Mia, and Alex were the people that I mainly talked to but then I started to notice that there was 2 new boys that were at the bus stop. I decided to step up and introduce myself. Once I introduced myself they told me that their names were Juan and Jalen. Juan and Jalen were best friends and I noticed that they were both not going in the right path. Later on throughout the year I started to become closer and closer. One day after school when Cheer practice was cancelled I was

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.

Walking into school on my first day of high school, I felt out of place. My face covered in acne, my teeth covered in braces, and the callicks in my hair stuck up through the abnormally thick layer of hair gel that coated them. My middle school social anxiety still ruled over me as I could barely speak with any member of the opposite sex. Yet, I still had an odd confidence about me. I had always been one of the best students in my class, even without ever studying for a test. I viewed high school as a slight uptick from the curriculum I had easily passed in middle school. I was wrong. High school exists as a microcosm of society, in which I originally failed to acclimate myself to the challenges posed to me in a setting of increased

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.

When I was younger teachers, adults, and seniors in high school would tell me that high school would be the best years of my life. All those people had went through high school and experienced everything about high school, they told me their stories and the fun they had in school and outside of school. Freshman year was pretty simple and I had very little challenges, I was having less fun than I was in middle school. I only listened to their good sides about high school and maybe they had hard times, I did not realize that we all have different goals in life, so we have different ways of doing things. I realized by the end of freshman year that high school wasn’t all that great. I believe that in high school there is way too much work for me

The high school experience is something that will forever dominate the psyche of most American adults. It was an unforgettable time of fun, rebel-rousing, summer loves and parties. It was a time of warm summer days at the pool and chilly autumn nights, watching the football team and wondering were the party was going to be that night. School dances and hotel parties. Seems like all I can remember are the good times. High School is a very emotional time for many teens and everything matters. The insidious problems that I had to face are but a smudge on my memory, things like too much homework, zits, mean people, gossip, and algebra. The social atmosphere that permeated every aspect of high school could

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.

“I’m only going to college to party!” This is a phrase I’ve heard more times than I’d have liked during my time in high school. It’s always followed by a round of raucous laughter something that has always floored me. Of course, it isn’t my job to judge the motives of my peers, but the nonchalant response always seems to get my blood boiling. For me, college has always been an exciting prospect; a wider scope of information, different points of view, freedom to learn. Ever since I first entered my educational journey, I have been drawn to bettering myself, educating myself, and making myself into a more knowledgeable person. I find myself most comfortable around people who possess different ideas and skills, and enjoy learning new things, no matter how trivial.

I didn’t always suffer from anxiety. My childhood was bright and vibrant and rarely was I seen upset or irritated. I’ve played sports my whole life from only 5 years old. Everything from T-ball, to gymnastics, to soccer between the ages of 5 and 12. After school, if I didn’t have practice, I loved to ride my bike or play with my border collie, Molly, on our 5-acre property. When middle school came around, I was the starting server on the volleyball team, I averaged a rough score of 60 for a 9-hole round of golf, and my tall thin build made me a great addition to the basketball team as well. The sky was the limit in my young eyes and I already knew I could achieve great things if I put my mind to it.

The past four years spent throughout the halls of my high school were filled with laughter, the undeniable mix of cultures, and the enforced golden rule, treat others how you would want to be treated. Throughout those four years I was granted opportunities to venture off to the city that has my heart, spontaneously volunteer my summer as a youth group leader, and meet the teacher who taught after retirement. And while I never could have predicted that life would turn the way it did, all I store is thanks because these few, however enormous events shaped me as well as my thinking towards the rest of the world.

I saw my mom just looking at me smiling. I walked up to her and started to cry, she hugged me so hard and told me she was so proud of the type of woman I grew up to be. Even more tears fell down my cheeks, my brother walked in and told me that the cars were packed and it was time to go. I gave my mom one last hug and got into the car. As we drove off I looked back at my house and realized now that my life as a Kutztown student really started right now, that this journey started so long ago and I’ve gotten so far.

Since the dawn of time I have always been that shy kid in the back of the class. Through my elementary school years I was known as the teacher's pet and I loved it. I would always be the one to help my teachers with grading papers, or being able to write on the board. Basically, I got away with a lot of stuff. Fast forward a few years and we end up in middle school. Some of the best and worst days of my life. My shyness still followed me like a shadow but every once and awhile that shadow disappeared when someone broke through and took the time to get to know me. I’m usually not the one to go up to people and start a conversation, I let people do that. In my head I think, ‘if they want to talk to me then they will’. This is the reason I have few friends, I’m very selective. So with my few friends we stuck around and made it to eighth grade where we got all pumped up for high school and we started to hear about this five year plan called early college. We went on a field trip soon after and I fell in love with the opportunity for a brighter future in a shorter amount of time. I quickly applied but tried not to think about it much because I knew that if I did that I would get my hopes up when they were only selecting a handful of kids from our school. I had this doubt in the back of my mind that I wouldn’t be good enough for this school when everyone around me kept telling me I’d make it. To my surprise, I did. When I got accepted it was one of the biggest life changing

Difficult this word best describes my experience throughout high school especially my senior year.What made this year so stressful you’re wondering, well let me tell you.This was the last year of school which was exciting but terrifying all at the same time; this meant I would learn how to live in the “real world” but there were two problems.One being I wasn’t prepared for the world outside those doors. my second problem my past failures were catching up with me and I had to fix them if I wanted to continue with my future.

“Welcome to the secondary campus!” from a teacher I was unfamiliar with. It was the first day of sixth grade, and I was entering a brand new school for my middle school years. I was confidently wearing my new pink Hollister collared shirt and a pair of all white Nike kicks. It was the first time my mother had ever let me get shoes with white soles, because I was prone to getting sneakers dirty. I had a lesser likelihood of that this year, because unfortunately we no longer had recess, which previously had stained any shoe of mine from the mulch.