My Experience Of 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.

As we pulled up to the massive elementary school building, I begged my mom to let me stay home from school, just once. As usual, she said no. Realizing my attempt to get out of school was futile, I shouldered my backpack, swung open the door, and trudged over to the front door. I would rather be anywhere else than here. For the majority of my life, I attended public schools. It wasn’t rare for me to fail a test or even a whole class. It was because of these failures that I would get even more demotivated and threw away the idea of working hard or completing quality work altogether.

When I graduated high school I started working because I had decided not to go to college or the military. After I graduated, I went with my father to Texas in order to find a job because I was having a difficult time finding a job in California. In San Antonio, Texas, I found a job where the company hired me the very next day and I was ecstatic. The next day I started working and I found out that I would be working ten to twelve hour shifts on Monday through Friday. I found out that I was working for a staffing agency which most companies use to hire new employees, so that the employee is not directly employed by the company. In mid-December, I got fired for listening to music and I was devastated.

After the events of middle school, my self esteem had plummeted and nerves were high. Time passed nonetheless, and I made fast friends with others in my year, but it felt like a weight was missing with them. I got in with a crowd of people who only talked to me to suit their needs and I let myself be walked upon. My grades were as miserable as I felt, despite that in the past I was a “gifted” student. In my first year, I became depressed to point of thoughts of suicide; in my second year, I attempted it. Thankfully, I wasn’t

High school did teach me how to solve math problems, take good notes, and ask for help when I needed it the most; but it didn’t teach me how to efficiently prepare for college. My high school taught me how to associate with people I didn’t even know. But, it never taught me to take notes down when the teacher was talking about crucial information, such as y=mx+b being on the test. It may have taught me that I could pass some tests without studying, but it never taught me how to come up with a study method for making sure I do an outstanding job on the 15 point Geometry quiz. Now that I’m in college I feel like I have to prepare myself for it and to succeed in the process.

The redwood trees around me were around 40 feet tall and probably higher, even though I felt like I was half way there I still could not see the peak of the enormous giants, three thirds of the way I stumbled upon a problem for weak branches were in the way of me reaching the top, as the heights were beginning to hit me I had decided to come down from the tree as the branches blocked me from continuing. Running out of breath and the slash, that almost showed a piece of bone, in my leg still bleeding it just prevented me to keep going. The only objects I had in my backpack were the two ibuprofen and the extra rags left from my shirt. I sat underneath the redwood tree as a tear ran down my left cheek and touching my lip the salty taste and little by little I began to remember the good moments I had in life.

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.

Like other kids, high school is a place where one tries to understand who they are and

Whats that? Don't you just love that sound? Ahhh the sound of school calling at 6:30 in the morning. And what school do you ask? High school of course! Now when you think of high school, what do you think of? The excitement, anticipation, or joy? I for one was one of those people who was ready to be a high school freshman. Like most, I craved that high school experience. As a child, I believed that high school musical was real and that my high school experience would be amazing, but truth be told it wasn’t as joyous as I’d thought. I can’t necessarily say that these years were my worst years, but they weren’t my best either. Truth be told the four years I’ve spent in high school were some of my most enlightening. I’ve learned so much about who Raesha was and who she wanted to be. Honestly, without the trials and tribulations of these four years, I doubt I would be here, at the illustrious Clark Atlanta University.

When people used to tell me that high school would be the best four years of my life, I never seemed to believe them. Looking at where I am today makes me believe them when they say that high school will also be the fastest four years of my life. It is crazy to even think that just yesterday I was mentally preparing myself to walk into the doors of Lasalle Peru High School, and today I am mentally preparing myself to walk out of the doors of Streator High School. Time truly does fly when you are having fun, I wish I could go back just to feel everything one more time.

My High School career was challenging in many ways. When I was a junior, my entire life had been spent in one school, Ambassadors for Christ Academy. Now I have learned of its notoriety as a failure of an institution, but at the time my ignorant caregivers chose to overlook the obvious negatives and hold fast to their overconfidence in their own decisions. All this in mind, I knew everyone in my freshman class, most of them on a rather intimate level. I would be lying if I said I held much else but the rancid hatred of familiarity for them. My middle school years had been plagued with depression and bad times, so I was not thrilled to still be in school. Knowing things would be bad, and that even the best situations would rapidly deteriorate, I held the kind of optimism an abuse survivor has. You know, somewhere in the limited views I had been able to shamble together, I held the hope that the serially repugnant institution would stumble over some reprieve for its tortured students. This hope was fostered by those close to me. There were few people more supportive and loving to me than my grandmother, Ruby. She and my mother were the closest relatives I had, and they fostered this tiny spark of hope in me, for better or worse. To hope for such luck was foolish, and like hopes were punished. Nonetheless, they carried on fostering that hope in me in my darkest hours, as if to say there was some hope to be found in even the direst of situations. What they failed to understand

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.

As a student in high school, there were some minor challenges throughout high school. The first was managing the transition from the New York Public school to Newark Public School. Even so, I've experience bad times and I am living proof that everything always works out and perseverance is a learning lesson that challenges are always temporary. We as individuals have to be strong and patient to get through the storm. As a clinical psychologist, I want to help and guide people through the challenging times. I also love helping out those who are in need of getting the words they need to hear in their time of need. I’ve experienced bad times and I am living proof that, in the end everything is going to be alright. High school for me wasn’t the best with typical drama, broken friendships, broken hearts, and personal problems that have challenge me in great depths, but I believed in myself and learned how to cope with my issues and also help my friends.

High School isn’t easy at all and you’re starting at a new school. For Me it was very hard. I barely knew anyone at the school, so my whole 9th grade year I was to myself. I was the very quiet girl that sat in the back and people probably thought I was weird. But, I didn’t Know anyone. Yes, My sister was a Senior and We had like one class together but, other than that I didn’t talk to anyone really. I tried my best to get to know different people and try to step out my box but it was sooo hard. I didn’t know anyone. There was a lot of mean people in High School, High school is very cruel and horrible and I hate high school. I knew before I started it was going to be very hard I thought it was going to be simple and fun. It wasn’t neither of those to be honest.

My path at the University of Virginia has been a challenge and an enjoyment at the same time. On my first day, I feared that I would not fit in because there were students who came from areas with better education than my high school offered, and the class sizes would be way larger than what I am used too. In high school, there was never a challenge, and teachers held students’ hands all four years. Furthermore, this made me worry about my studying skills and how I would approach my studies if they become complicated. This was important to me because I was not used to making my own notes based off a teacher lecturing the whole entire class or not copying word-for-word off of a PowerPoint. I wondered why I was selected for the transition program, but I was very excited to start my studies off early and be prepared before the rest of the students moved on grounds. With the amount of work that we were assigned each night and the intensive class’ speed, I struggled with managing my time. I felt guilty for not being able to finish all of the reading that was assigned, and I felt like I was doing something wrong. The days flew by, and I suddenly felt like there was not enough time in the day to even eat. After talking to my graduate advisor, Sara Brickman, she explained that sometimes there is not enough of time to finished all of the readings that professor may give and not to stress it. The summer sessions taught me how to use my time better and prioritize my responsibilities.