My Experience Of My Life In High School

High School was not something I was good at, let me be honest I was a bad student. I skipped classes and didn’t do my assignments. I got into a bad relationship that hurt me and I got into drugs that made me feel numb. At that time my family and I didn’t have a connection; they were just people I saw at home. My mom worked most of the time and my dad went out every night while my sister was being diagnosed with schizophrenia and was dating a boyfriend who was her caretaker; you could say my family was not a family. When I had to get sober and become an independent young adult I chose to go to the University of River Falls. When I started there I was so happy to be on my own and to be three hours away from the dysfunctional thing I called a family. The first week there went wonderful, I loved the fresh air and the trees and I got along with my roommate so well. I was also excited to go home and see my mom, my parents are separated, and tell her all the great things about my independence.

I graduated from high school when I was just sixteen years old. I was young and thought I knew everything. I had no idea what it meant to be an adult. When I was in high school I didn’t have to get up before nine in the morning. I was able to work at my own pace because I went to an alternative school for troubled youth. There was no deadlines on homework. You could just turn them in whenever you got finished. At the time I thought that college was going to be the same way just with harder classes. I was very wrong.

Everything was going extremely well. Do not get me wrong, there were times that I felt sort of low, missed home, and missed my grandfather, but I still pushed through and kept going. Classes were at times difficult, but meeting people and making memories made college more enjoyable. This was great, but I found myself pleasing other people and not focusing on myself as much. I had to focus on my finals and getting everything packed and ready to go. Before I knew it, my first semester of college was over and I had to go home to my family for a long while.

Graduating from high school can be a really exciting milestone in life. Senior year is very aggravating because students are trying to pass classes to get their diploma. After graduation everyone always asks, “Where are you going to go next?” College? , University? , Work.? Being the first to become a college student in my family meant a lot. I continued to keep with my studies. Going to college change most things of my daily life. Consequently I did not see what was coming in my way. Attending college was not cheap, finding time for school work is impossible, and knowing what I want to be for my career or degree can be overwhelming.

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.

My High School career was not an easy one. Save preschool, my entire life had been spent in one school, Ambassadors for Christ Academy. Now I have learned of it’s 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 sort of rancid hatred one gets from being far too familiar with someone. My middle school years had been plagued with depression and bad times, so expectations moving forward were low. Knowing things would be bad, and that even the best situations there 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 it’s 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, for better or worse. To hope for such luck was foolish, and like hopes were punished. Things continued to get worse, until my family finally saw the light and encouraged me to leave my sophomore year. While the administration fought my departure, as they

High school is supposed to be the best four years of your life but for me it was not even close. My freshman year was the year I knew I was going to be miserable for the next 3 years. Lets just have a brief run down of my first year of high school.

I’ve never been one to jump in without looking. I can count the times I have been impulsive on one hand. My time at school is spent shifting from one class to another and then eventually heading home at the end of the day. I considered deciding to hang out with friends for an hour after school spontaneous. At school, I played tennis on a team and hardly ever wore my hair down. I was beginning to settle into the routine of high school -- the steady plodding along with backpacks spilling over with textbooks. I assumed that this would occupy the rest of my time during high school.

This past year has been one of the worst years of my highschool experience; I know that your junior year is supposed to be challenging academically with the SAT’s and keeping good grades throughout the year, but for me it was more challenging socially than it was academically. It all began when December break was coming to an end and everyone was dreading that it was time to come back to school. I came back with a bitter attitude because I hadn’t heard from my best friend (A) all week, when we usually hang out at least once during vacation. To find out that she had befriended this girl again (B) that has been bullying her since the begining of highschool, that point forward. I knew this was going to go downhill fast and someone was going to get hurt and left behind because it happened every other time they became friends and it was usually A that got hurt, but not this time. Over the past three years I have learned quite quickly that when I am around B you keep your thoughts to yourself and stay out of her way. Sophomore year B brought another girl (C) into our so called “friend” group, we were all having fun until one day B and C decided to make up these lies about A and I stuck by her side knowing that they weren’t true. A couple weeks later she made lies about me since I stuck by A’s side and no one stayed by my side, but before the lies she made up she would bully me and no one would defend me. A would only defend me and say how awful B is if she wasn’t with us;

My freshmen year of high school I did not expect much to change from middle school, just more work along with unwanted stress of moving on to high school. I had to the wrong attitude going into my classes. I felt as if the teachers were all against me and they all wanted me to fail or just torture me. The daily frustration of having to go to school everyday seemed to be unbearable. I tried to fake being sick or to tired to go to school on a daily basis. All that got me through the seemingly endless days was the thought of never having to step foot on a school campus again.

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.

I was finally beginning to make some friends and feel good about myself in my new school. I was starting to fit in with my StuCo class and I was having a good time. Id been looking forward to the color dance all week and when the day came I ended up getting a piece of the Pine Creek Disease that was going around. I was not feeling very well, but we were getting graded on our participation for StuCo and I couldn't miss the first dance of my high school career. Towards the beginning I was feeling poorly but after a little bit of socializing, filling color bottles with my friends, and having dance party before everybody else showed up, I began to feel a little bit better. The dance got started and we were all so excited to be the ones to squirt the color on the crowd:) The night began to fly by and I was having fun with my StuCo friends. Srta had to drag a couple kids off of each other's shoulders which we all thought was comical to watch. It started to get darker outside and we all started getting a little weary. Running around spraying people had gotten a bit dreary, so I went to the gym to fill up some bottles for a bit of a break. Srta told the bunch of us in the gym that if we saw any shady dancing going on, then we walk right through the people and tell them to stop. I kept that in mind if I were to run into a bit of that happening. I wasn't too worried about that though. I went back outside and meandered through the crowd to spritz some more color in the air.

Transitions from high school to college was one of my stressful adjustment ever. It was all a long process which started in my counselor’s office at my high school. Applying for college, getting accepted, tuition and moving on campus. It was definitely a long journey, driving 11 hours from Florida to Alabama was when I realize that I’m going far away from home. First thing I notice when I got at the school was the beautiful buildings and the environment. It looks more different from what I saw online. First day was very busy then I though. I had to go to admission, financial aid, business and housing, making sure all my papers and payments was done before my parent leave to Florida. I honestly thought high school and college will be almost the same, but college is a lot different from what I thought. High school help build my foundation and got me ready for college. On the other hand, college is an institution of higher education. But when all the first day process was done I was happy to get the keys to my room.

High School was one of the most interesting journeys I have ever taken. It is a time in which most people grow and develop to find out who they truly are. For me I felt as if I already grew up, I hung out mostly with older people, because of my older brother friends would always hang out at our place so I would try and fit in. Since, I did this I just never really connected with my classmates on their level of maturity. However, I did grow and change in my own way rather than just maturing. My High School made me discover the challenges that life can give you and how to overcome them. Now I know that whoever is reading this must be laughing at the thought of a high schooler saying they have experienced the hardships of life, but my journey

High School was a complete rollercoaster. I always thought to be able to have my grandma call me and congratulate me on my graduation but that wasn’t the case. That phone never came. She left too soon. Senior year was a total rush. I would spend most of the time in guidance annoying my counselor and the guidance secretary Mrs. Geissel aka the Scholarship Queen. I put her that name because she always be the one telling me to apply to such and such scholarship. Along with my brother they both would tell me to do this and that. But towards the end that all helped. Let me just fast forward a bit. It was Graduation and my feet were shaking as I stood in a line waiting to enter the Tyson Event Center. Along with 310 students my heart was beating so fast. It was the day we all been finally dreaming of. The day far more than just getting a diploma. For me it meant so much more I was the first female in my family to graduate. My mom never got the opportunity to get any higher of a fifth-grade level education. I was not only completing but somehow I was also completing my parents dream too. The dream that they once came to this country to find a better life for their future children. The dream of becoming so much more than just a housewife at home. The dream that my dad would always would work hard everyday in order for us to receive a good life and education.