My First Day Of Freshman

Growing up I was known to be a very shy child. I was too scared to talk to anyone and I was very reserved. I always have cared about what people thought about me. I didn’t want to wear “boy” clothes because I worried kids would make fun of me. I didn’t even make close friends until fifth grade. When I did finally feel comfortable at school and found amazing friends, I decided to switch schools shortly after for a chance at new opportunities. It lead me to standing alone in a crowded high school while I waited for that first bell to ring, so I could head to my first period class.

The week leading up the first day of high school I was really excited. I could not wait to see all my old friends and the ones I had made in the previous school year. I could not wait to get back into a daily routine. On the night prior to the first day I got a great nights rest. I was walking in confident that it was going to be a great day and a great overall year. I got to meet all my teachers and they all seem amazing. I can already tell that it is going to be a great year. I can already tell high school is going surpass middle school and elementary school by far. The amount of class options seem unending I can not wait to try psychology next year. I wish there was more room in my schedule so I could take more classes, or having an optional zero or eighth period so I could take extra classes. I know that I am on the path for success and it is my peers, teachers, and the Owen J. Roberts school district curriculum that helped is helping me walk down that path.

I remember walking into Cedar Ridge for the first time, seeing new faces, new halls, but also seeing many opportunities and new things awaiting me. All of the welcoming teachers, principles, and staff stood door to door smiling and guided us in the right direction as we walked in circles trying to find our first English class. I was a cheerleader on the junior varsity squad, every girls “perfect” dream to starting high school.

There were at least one-hundred students standing in front of me. We were waiting for the same thing, to be able to walk across that stage and call ourselves high school graduates. For four years, I had walked down the same dimly lit hallway with the thought of this moment in my head and now the day had finally arrived. It was June 4th and here I was standing in the gymnasium corridors of Los Angeles Community College ready to become my own person, not just some frumpy high schooler.

After 13 years, it’s all come to an end. No more assignments, no more tests, no more uniform, no more school. To the majority of you, this fact probably still hasn’t really hit home yet, and to be honest, I don’t think that I’ve fully grasped this fact either. That soon, we will be stepping out of the relative safety of TSS and entering into a harsh, and unforgiving new world. But as we -the graduating class of 2016- step out into this new world, it is not as though TSS has not prepared us for this day.

“College is an everlasting memory that one will always cherish.” Many alumni have quoted these words to undergraduates in all different forms, whether they were speaking slang to connect to the younger folks or if they were speaking intellectually with vast vocabulary. However, any way these words were delivered, these words triggered in many minds, except mine. Howard University’s homecoming was October 22nd thru the 27th, 2013. A day after my eighteenth birthday was proclaimed to be turn up time for Howard’s students as well as graduates, celebrities, and especially local District of Columbia, Maryland and Virginia residents. Everyone was thrilled for this “once in a lifetime” opportunity. Well, the 22nd thru the

The night of graduation we all lined up the same way we did at practice, ABC order, as I walked out I felt so rewarded that I was able to make it to my high school graduation. We all sat in a huge gym surrounded by our loves ones, Black and gold caps and gowns filled the room. I waited anxiously for my name to be called; with my last name starting with a W I was pretty much at the end. I walked up and across the stage, shook their hand as I received my diploma and smiled for a picture. As I walked back to my seat I feel my eyes start to water because I felt so proud of myself that I made it to this point after years of hard work. I look around once I’m seated and see how happy everyone is. Next year everyone will be going their separate ways, starting college and making new friends. The ceremony ends with a bunch of smiles, some tears and caps being thrown up in the air while everyone is clapping for

The day I turned 17 I thought I had my life planned out. I had counted on graduating early and moving to New York City. Overall in my life I was told to make a plan and stick to it, I got caught up in living in the future and forgot to think about the present. Senior year was supposed to be easy and fly by, and it did, but I wasn’t happy with the outcome. As the end of my last semester in high school approached I found myself dreading it and kept asking myself “this is it?”.

I could scarcely believe that the time had already come. It seemed like just yesterday that I walked into high school for the first time freshman year, along with new hundreds of new faces that seemed to be watching but in reality were just as

Graduation: the official ending of high school. For some, graduation could not come fast enough. For others, it is the deadline for deciding what to do with his or her lives. Memories of graduation can vary since they can be held at different times of the day. For me, it was early in the morning. Great. I remember I woke up early and got dressed up and waited for my family to be ready. But since it’s my family, it doesn’t matter how fast we go. We are always late. What can I say? Running late seems to be a genetic trait in Hispanic families. Trust me. So we rush over there. I throw on my graduation robe and run ahead of my family because they also have a knack for being incredibly slow when I happen

My friends and classmates, the people I'd been studying with for the past three years, all went to their first period classes and sat down. They were probably excited and ready, had probably been dreaming of this for so long, senior year, kings of campus, dancing at the edge of adulthood. Just one more year left til the real world. Carpe diem.

Graduation is an exciting time in a person’s life, especially a high school graduation. When I think of family and friends gathering together to celebrate a joyous occasion, I feel I accomplished my strongest goal. It never occurred to me that graduation would be the end of my youth and the start of adulthood. Graduating from high school was an influential event that gave me an altered outlook on my existence. Life before graduation, preparing for graduation day, and commencement day overwhelmed me for reality.

"Today  is August 10th, 2065 and it is my first day of Year 6 and I am only 9 years old." I sighed as I finished speaking for the online journal and I watched the spoken words turn to typed words on the holographic screen. I closed my eyes and put my head in the palm of my pale hand as I closed up the journal, unable to think of anything else to write at the moment. After a few more seconds of just sitting at the desk, I decided I could just finish writing later, so, I decided to get ready for my final year at the Skill School.

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.