My Experience Of My Personal Experience In High School

I never truly did have a high school experience, sure I had a dozen or so friends, but my relationships with them lacked depth. We may have seen each other on the weekends and laughed at each other’s jokes, but in the end it was entirely meaningless. We had almost nothing in common besides the fact that we attended the same school. The only reason I had made friends with them in the first place was simply out of necessity, after all, no one wants to be that kid that sits alone at the lunch table. Had we not become friends, each and every one of us would have been that kid.

I would like to pretend that the bridge between elementary school and high school did not exist for me—that junior high just did not happen. I was a seemingly thoughtless kid, determined to make it out of school entirely and live in my own world where nobody could tell me what to do. I was awkward, irrational, and rebellious, three qualities I cannot thank my parents enough for dealing with. But the experiences and people I encountered in my junior high years almost made that whole chapter of my life worth reliving. I went through a lot in junior high, and have many memories of ridiculous instances that make it easy to make fun of myself.

“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.

My high school years were enjoyable and they were the best years of my life. I was in a class of about eighty and I could call every one of them my brothers. Although I had a great time outside the classroom, I slacked off during my high school years and did not do the best I could have. I regret not taking full advantage of my high school and I miss those years more than any other period of my life. Academically, high school was a rough time for me. Battling with ADHD over the years was very normal to me, but it constantly got in the way of my schoolwork and caused countless daily distractions. Along with my ADHD, anxiety has also been a large issue for me. I am constantly worrying about things in the future that are not important

My freshman year in high school was rough compared to the normal high school things. On August 12, 2013, I almost lost my best friend; he had smoked for twenty some years when he had a devastating heart attack. I remember the fear and the thoughts of death that made my skin shudder. It was the second week of school on Tuesday when I got a pass at the beginning of my World History class immediately circled three or four times. The pass made me baffled considering I didn’t know about any appointments I had, and I didn’t ask my mom if I could go home early. Leaving the class and entering the empty hall, thinking about what’s going on as my footsteps echoing through the halls. What’s going on? Why would I be leaving this close to the end of school? As I walked past the office to my locker, I saw my mom with red eyes and purple bags under her eyes. At that moment, my stomach flipped and knotted up, because it’s at that moment when I realized something very wrong has happened. My pace quickened to the point of almost running; shoving my French one book and Algebra one in my backpack before sprinting to my mom. She met me by the big glass doors in the lobby of the office; laying a hand on my shoulder, she told me my dad had a major heart attack. I had felt my body instinctively lunged toward the door, but my mom held my shoulder tightly. As we walked to the car, my sister was in the front seat with her hair all messy in a bun and in her pajamas. She looked as though she had been

As I opened my eyes and allowed my posture to relax, I let out a long, deep breath. The Buddhist monk conducting the religious ritual made his closing remarks, and I was sent out of the temple, back into the sweltering heat of summer in Virginia. Because a scout is reverent, it was expected of me by my troop that I attend one religious ceremony during my time at the National Scout Jamboree. Leading up to the service, my 13 year old self was especially concerned that the experience would be long, boring, and uneventful. “Why should I have to sit in silence when I could be rock climbing or mountain biking?” I thought. After the ceremony, however, I was at peace. I found that I thoroughly enjoyed the experience. By the time my troop and I left the Jamboree, the culmination of my adventures started to awaken something within me.

Ang pangalan ko ay Bianca, “My name’s Bianca.” but my friends call me “B” for short. I do have various witless nicknames like “Bob” or “BB Grill” but I wouldn’t prefer being called any of those names unless you want the whole class to laugh. During my first day, I perceived Stockdale as a welcoming school. Especially because my teachers were affable and approachable. I am aware of all the obstacles along the way, but that’s not going to stop me from reaching my aspirations. All in all, I’m looking forward to spending my high school years in Stockdale and I know it will provide me with good memories, knowledge and fun times.

I can vividly remember the feeling of excitement that overwhelmed me when I first walked onto the Peddie campus. When I got out of the car and had people greeting me, I knew that Peddie would be the place for me. My tour guide, Oliver Crane, completely convinced me that Peddie was the optimal place for me to do a PG year. After visiting the school, I immediately started on my application and eventually realized that I was accepted. About a week before heading up to Peddie, I started researching the school. I found mostly positive things, but also some negatives. However, this is expected of any school. I read that it can be difficult to make friends and that it is also hard being independent without having parents always by your side. By prejudging the school before I actually got there, I created so much built up anxiety and hesitation. By doing this I felt like I was already going into the new school year completely closed off to the environment. I eventually realized in order for me to have a successful and meaningful experience here I would have to be open to a new environment. I was extremely worried about whether I would make friends or not, whether people would like me, and whether the academics would be too challenging for me. After being at Peddie for two weeks now, I can say that these things do not present an issue for me because my maturity, determination to engage in the Peddie community, and motivation to excel academically has led to my success thus far.

High School was the year that i started to open myself new doors and new abilities for my future . When I was in middle school I got influenced by forends to stick to the ¨cool¨ side and little did I know that none of that mattered in high school. When I entered high school I thought I was going to have to walk in with the coolest shoes and clothes and freshman year was the year that took me to realize that what we have now or how we look does not matter of who we want to become. Freshman year I was really naive and I tried to keep my grades high but still got the average. That year I was struggling because I never grew close to any teachers or friends I was really on my own. Sophomore year came by and I started to open my eyes and I knew that I was doing good but the year before I was struggling in math so that was a heads up that i was not going to be the best in math. One year that I messed up in affected me through all my four years. Although summer school was a big help it was not the same as if taking the class for a whole year. Not seeking for help in geometry was one of the regrets i have in highschool. I sometimes think to myself that it would have been an easy road for me if I would have gotten it but what is done is done and i focus on what I could do in the present. So sophomore year I would go after school ro tutoring and i would ask some of my friends for help. Even if I did not get the A that I wanted I was still proud of myself because I managed to pass

It seems like whenever people talk about high school they either bloomed into this incredible person or fell straight to the bottom and hated it. When I came to high school I knew I wouldn’t have that experience, in fact, I predicted it to go almost exactly as it has. My school career has been a bookshelf, and every grade has fit perfectly in the space provided. Why would high school be any different? Well it wasn’t.

Graduating high school was something I will forever cherish. To be staring over and moving on to college where I could actually work towards a career that I anticipated I had been wanting to do for years now was very overwhelming but exciting at the same time. Thankfully my hard work in high school paid off and I had gotten into the school of my choice, The University of New Hampshire, where I would be studying towards business administration with a focus in finance. Everything I had thought I had wanted at this time fell perfectly into my hands. Little did I know I would be taking a whole different route than I had anticipated.

Being the eldest of three children I am the guinea pig of the family.. (ellipses) Being the first to start school, to begin middle school, and enter into high school. Not having an older sibling to tell me what to expect along the way, I had to be the first to experience these things, and figure out how to handle new situations on my own. I remember being in seventh grade being terrified to begin school at the high school. Riverside, at the time, seemed much larger than Lamuth and had many more students, especially older and taller kids, being a bit intimidating to my, once then, barely five-foot self. (imagery) I did not think I would have enough time to get between classes before the bell rang, as crossing over from John R. to Riverside is a long walk with many kids walking at a very slow pace. I was also very nervous that I would get lost or end up in the wrong class.

If I think about who I was at the beginning of junior year, I can’t count the number of times that I spaced out when answering questions about myself. I had never really thought about what really motivated me, and I wasn’t interested in pursuing anything in my life. The “getting to know you” questionnaires that teachers make their students fill out were my nightmare. The people I had ended up surrounding myself with were not the kind of teenagers that I could relate to, and I was wearing, saying, and doing all the wrong things all the time. I came to school wearing uncomfortable clothes because I didn’t feel like I fit in my own skin. Sweatshirts and large t-shirts were a norm for me, because I was worried about my body image. I let my friends take advantage of me. I allowed myself to get hurt, but I ended up forgiving them anyways. It wasn’t just my friends though, as I blamed everyone else for my own problems. I never owned up to my mistakes. I turned on good friends, and created even worse relationships with others around me. Don’t get me wrong; I wasn’t a bad kid. I rarely got into trouble with my parents, and my grades were pretty good. I thought I was doing everything right, even though I found myself upset at the end of the day. Outside influencers were making me passive and afraid to stand up for myself. I couldn’t speak or act for myself. To be quite frank, I didn’t know who I was or that I needed to change in order to be happy. My routine of going to school and

What is high school? In my opinion, high school is the beginning of your teenage life, the beginning of your GPA, and the beginning of your new adult life. My high school experiences were both great and disastrous. I have shared many memories that involves a great load of laughs, tears, and the most of all memories. These memories that we have shared will be remembered for as long as I live.

It finally hit me. Two weeks after I finished my junior year, I realized I was a senior. Unlike most people, I was not happy. Something was missing. My whole high school experience was a waste and it was going to be another depressing school year with complaints the whole time. The thought of this was unbearable. I inwardly thought, “Was my life really this sad?” I knew I had to make a change. I would do the most outrageous thing I have ever done in my life: transferring high schools in my senior year to Burbank High. I did just this; with my peers and family’s constant questioning and doubt. But in this experience, I surprised myself. I discovered I was wrong about my ability befriend others, take risks, and persevere.