My Favorite Day Of Going Back To College

May came around at long last. So did the end of my second semester of college at Florida Atlantic University. Not only did I survive my freshman year, I thrived, passing eight of my nine joint courses with A’s and getting A-minus on the other one. Just like “Neon” Leon shocked the departed Muhammad Ali in 1978, I defied my own expectations and those of a few among my closest friends and family. Did I soon spend the next few months indulging in summer merriment at the beach, getting my tan on while thirteen-year-old boys fawned over pictures of Selena Gomez? Nope. I took summer classes to keep my mind sharp and knock out a few of the requirements towards a degree which I’d earn three years later. One such class = a six-week crash course in public speaking. Everything went well until I got an assignment to create, practice, and deliver a three-to-five-minute speech involving someone who stood out. The possibilities overwhelmed me until I recalled someone with an outstanding life, hit him up on my cell, and talked to him in person one hot Saturday afternoon.

When going into my second semester of senior year knowing I had enrolled to take Freshman Composition, I was nervous. However, despite all the negative feedback I had received, I challenged myself to do my best and try my hardest to never give up or slack off. That was unsurprisingly a challenge for me, but with a little motivation of getting the class out of the way this year instead of having to take it next year got me through the semester.

Graduating high school is one major milestone in my life that I will soon achieve. After that I plan to attend West Hills College Lemoore then transfer after two years to California State University Northridge. I aspire to become a Physical Therapist and major in Mathematics and Kinesiology. Once I’m ready to retire, I will get my Substitute Teaching Credentials so that I will have something to occupy my free time as well as benefit the community.

I remember when I was 10 years old my last week of 4th grade. Supposed to be the most exciting week of school as long as you were a good kid. Collin, Ethan, Jayden, and I were always the obnoxious ones. I remember we were the kids who always hung out with each other, never left each other's sides. We were like brothers and everyone knew this. We always tried to impress each other no matter the consequences. It was always a friendly competition between us. However, for some strange reason our last week of 4th grade was one we'll never forget.

Imagine this. It’s the end of summer, you’re five years old, and you start your day off with a two mile walk in the heat. Finally, you get to the small, one room schoolhouse, and it has no air conditioning. Everyone around you is so much taller than you, meaning they are probably a lot older than you as well. The teacher looks at you and tells you to take a seat, but all you want to do is turn around and be anywhere else but there. Seems a little scary, right? Well this is how my grandma’s first day of school went. This is nothing like a typical first day of school for kids now. For my first day, I was a four years old. I didn’t walk, my mom drove me and I was so excited to get there. The room was colorful, and all the kids looked like

It was my first day of highschool and I was super nervous. “Would I make friends? How would the boys judge me? How would everyone as a whole judge me?” was all I could ask myself. My sister told me to dress cute so that I could hang out with her and the “seniors.” She told me if I looked anything like a bum she would disown me. I was hurt by her words even though she intended for it to be a joke. In someway I felt as if she was serious. I looked in the mirror and made sure I perfected my hair and outfit. I wore a red materialistic Calvin Klein dress with shoes everybody loved which were Jordan’s. My sister straightened my once long hair that my mother made sure was healthy. My mom always said girls with long hair was much prettier. I planted that in my head like planting a peach tree. School started at 8:00AM but my sister said pretty girls always takes their time getting dressed and arrived late. By me being new to everything, I just wanted to fit in. We waited for my sister friends to ring the doorbell. Once everyone gathered up we started walking to school.

As a young adult just getting out of high school many people feel like they ultimately have two choices: they can enter the job market with minimal skills and hope that they can progress without secondary education; alternatively, they can follow a very typical path that most people see as a way to the American dream--they can go to college, get a degree, and pray the job market has a place for them. Nearing the end of high school, I was torn between joining the Army and going to college. What eventually ended this debate for me was my extremely supportive parents who gave me an ultimatum: they told me they would pay for my first year of college and if I still wanted to join the military after that, I could.

For me, the first day of high school felt as if I was a baby chick coming out of an egg. Of course, I had the right to feel that way because it was a whole different environment and a whole new game plan. I was super nervous walking to and from classes that I even got lost many times. My high school was big, with over 3,000 students and many programs. I was tiny to begin with and then I looked at other students, they were way taller than me, I felt out of place. On the bright side, I was not the only one who was lost; many other kids were lost, too. From there I began to make new friends and ended up circling the whole basement to find the lunchroom. Till today we still laugh at our silly mistakes. Overall, I felt like the four years of my high school experience were very memorable, but I learned the most my freshmen year.

High school, you know how in the movies where the new kid walks into the lunchroom and sees all the athletes and cheerleaders at one table and the nerds at another. Then you have your goths in the corner, and last but not least the general population. In these scenes everyone had a place, everyone had friends, and eventually someone would invite the new kid to there table and  the plot or story would begin. I really hoped my first day of highschool was like the movies because I never really had friends. I was overweight, shy, very introverted, and insecure. The perfect target for bullying. I always had my

Almost a year ago I started my first, last day of high school. To some people that may seem like one of the least important days of their life, but for me it made me realize that it was going to be the last year I walked through those doors to attend class, and the last time I stepped out onto the soccer field with my closest friends. As I walked through the double doors that would officially start my last year at USA High School, I looked up and my entire graduating class had their names posted up on the wall, where soon our pennants of the colleges we were going to attend would hang. High school holds some of the happiest memories for some people, from the times they were at Friday night football games with their best friends, or late-night adventures they went on, for me it was being on the soccer team. Throughout my entire high school career, I was happiest out on the field, playing against local schools with the people I have gotten so close to over the years.

No teenager enjoys awakening to the sound of a noisy and annoying alarm clock. Rising from bed at five or six a.m. with heavy eyes and stumbling to the shower is no way to start the school day, especially when having worked on homework until 11 or 12 p.m. Half asleep, high school students pour their cereal, eating and thinking like zombies. Even as they make it out the door, the sun is still down and the sky is still dark. Thankfully, once the students have eaten lunch, they are moderately awake and finally somewhat functional after being half asleep for the first four morning periods. This energy is enough to last a whole two to three more periods before the wonderful sound of the 2:30 bell. Is this really the best way to get the most of out the day’s lesson? Is there a way to increase the amount of energy students can have for those four morning periods? As much as students love leaving school as early as they do, there is better way to get the most of the learning experience, and the answer is more sleep. Because students are so tired in the morning and are not getting enough sleep, high school classes should start one hour later and end one hour later to encourage more sleep and give students more energy to learn.

rst days are always nerve racking. Whether it is the first day back to school, or the first day at a new job. But nothing is more terrifying then your first day of high school. And you can quote me on that. I remember my first day of high school like it was 3 and ½ years ago. I had a horrible night’s sleep. I woke up to the sound of my alarm buzzing by my head. Hauling my lifeless and tired body out of my bed, I put on my glasses as I made my way to the bathroom. I did my usual morning routine, knowing that this time was different. This was leading up to my first day. Finishing up, I returned to my bedroom where I had laid out my uniform nice and neat (something that I wouldn’t do for the next 3 and ½ years). I had my crisp and clean white polo shirt, my lovely grey pants, and most importantly, my navy colour vest with the school logo on it. As I put on my uniform, I knew I was one step closer to walking through the doors of high school. After a quick look in the mirror, I made my way downstairs to the kitchen, where my parents were sitting. Grabbing a bowl and a spoon, I poured myself some cereal and milk (most likely Froot Loops). Could this be my last bowl of cereal, or was I completely over exaggerating what may happen to me in high school? I would soon find out.

Hearing so many good things and bad things about college I didn’t know what to expect and look forward to. That change my junior year knowing different college come every year I didn’t really pay it any mind what college I wanted to go to until ODU, Virginia State University and Virginia Teach came. It was Virginia State first year of visiting out school and I knew I wanted to go there I start getting e excited for college that were talking about their experience at college and what to look for when we graduated if we decided to go to college. Eager to start a new chapter college sound like it could be a little nerve wrecking but I thought I could handle it.

"Please stop." I whispered, quietly urging Calum my dorm mate to stop snoring from his bed across the room. It was late, the stars were out, the room was dark and I should have been asleep, but I couldn 't seem to get to any shut eye with Calums ridiculously obnoxious snoring practically rattling the bed. Though, maybe it was also because my excitement for the coming day.

I am walking on the sidewalk, as far away as I can from the gas station for now. I run into a library. At least I get to rest a bit, while enjoying the cool air inside the building. I find a place to myself, a nice arm chair on the second floor of the building. It’s kind of weird that this library is so lovely, for such a run-down town. But I’m not complaining, I love libraries and I love to read. That’s another thing I appreciated most in my times in the place I call Hell. I was never allowed to own my own books; Ms. Annette didn’t like the fact that girls can be smart or like to learn like boys. Come on! It’s the 21st century, everything is different from the time that ancient hag was my age.