My First Year Of High School

I was determined and when my grade was not met my standard i would stay after school and receive help from my teachers.During my sophomore year i was invited to join the BETA club.When i received the invitaion i was proud of myself for i knew that i was on the right track to sucess.I kept on working hard the following two years.At the begining or my senior year it all seemed to be paying off, I was given honor classes and ranked 14 out of my class.Once again that was not enough i knew i could work harder and was willing to put in the work.I decide to work harder my last year.I wanted to get the highest grade i could and i was not going to let seniorittes get the best of me .I was determined to finish strong.I manage to keep my grades high. I was now ranking 12 and on track to being an honor graduate.At my high school bacculaurte the speaker told my class that we could not change the world but that we could change our own. and that is exactly what i am planning to do. As i walked down the aisle during my graduation i could not help to hold the tears. At that moment i knew that moment was the end of one chapter and the beginning of another.Now i'm just moment away from entering college and i want to start of on the right road and finish it strong. I am willing to put all my effort into my education so i can reach my newest goal to receive my

There is a certain potent quality to the transition between middle and high school; many make it through this transition. I apparently, wasn’t good enough for that transition, and I didn’t get in. I also didn’t even apply for the spot, so this not getting in thing made no sense to me on the first day. However, later on, I discovered that it mattered a lot more than I had first thought. Mostly because it basically sealed my fate for the rest of my life. Suffice to say, I am the single unluckiest person in this whole school. Unrivaled by anyone, I win the nonexistent title by a landslide every single year. And I absolutely hate it. But don’t be mistaken, it’s not that I don’t enjoy being alone, I absolutely do, it’s just that they constantly tease me for it like I actually care. And everyone should know by now that I don’t care. Aside from school, I really have no reason to unhappy. But that’s just it, I am always unhappy. And maybe that’s why the kids at school pick on me so much. Either way, life has dealt me a pretty pathetic deck of cards. And today is no different from any other day, it’s exactly the same. I wake up with a frown on my face, completely and perpetually uninterested in every little thing that I have to do that morning. I weave around my family, all bustling and happy, half-asleep and all smiles. And then I drive to school. A school surrounded by trees and fog. It was as gloomy as my mind was. And so I get out of my car. And then I go to class. And then the

After a rough time in elementary and middle-school, I thought high school would be a great fresh start for me. In some ways it was. I formed a new perception of myself, attained friends and felt content with where I am socially. I have a group of close friends and many acquaintances, but most importantly I am myself. Having finally become comfortable with others, I needed to find myself internally. It has been my continual struggle and a hard course of lessons to learn. For me, hard work and happiness have been in conflict. I wanted to be happy but every time I attempted to do homework, or take a test, I did not feel happy so I would avoid it homework and tests even skipping the class. Taking on that bad pattern much like my first failure I endured many more. Some failures and hardships I was able to conquer, with my first E in math class, I was able to attend summer school and get a

I could not stand it much longer with all the assignments, and the fact that I was going through the same problem as I did back in the earlier years of schooling with my grades and GPA dropping. As the senior year began, I just could not wait to get it all done. Nearing the end of my senior year, I began slipping up academically, which made it nearly impossible to make it to graduation. As graduation day was approaching, anxiety ripped me apart because I knew I messed up academically, but I finished out with a punch. Later, I was informed that I would be walking across that stage. Graduation day arrives, all the graduating seniors, and myself are gathered within an arena, so many families screaming at the top of their lungs out of excitement. As I am watching the line go in alphabetical order up to the stage to collect their diplomas, I could not help but reminisce upon the moments that made high school what they were. As they mention my name, I make my way up to the stage to pick up my diploma, then as I walk off that stage, I make a loud shout saying “ALL DONE.” As soon as the graduation concluded, I began making my way to my car, that very minute is the minute that I regret the most because that is when I said that I would never return back to school again. Three years later, I am now back in school watching all the friends that I made in middle school, and high school graduating from college. I am glad I did begin school, even if it was three years

This is all thanks to my mom. She’s always been my support, she’s believed in me when I didn’t believe in myself. She made sure I never gave up because you see, the thing is, I struggle from severe depression. My resume maybe long and impressive and this, that, and the other thing, but it didn’t matter. Not getting into NYU and spending a year studying in and breathing in the culture of Paris, I couldn’t get out of my rut. All this great things were happening to me but the stress of paying for tuition and the guilt of going to an expensive school began to weigh so heavily on me that I had to stop. I transferred schools hoping for a new start, but the same issues persisted. I had trouble paying for school, worked long hours outside of school with my paychecks being filtered to the school’s bursar. So I stopped again. I felt like a failure, I had no direction, I didn’t know what to do next. It was the first time in my life when I didn’t have a plan and a bullet point list of what I wanted to accomplish. But the experience that came from taking the time off from school has been

I have never really enjoyed school. It has always just been something that I did because it’s what’s done. I struggled with the classes and motivation for them in general. I wanted so bad to get A’s but at the end of every semester I would have C’s at best. I have worked with children in the capacity of being a nanny, babysitting, and teaching for the last fourteen years. I got the units that I needed and was set. This past summer I moved to Southern California to be with my significant other and I got a job teaching at a very prestigious preschool. Four months later, I am single, unemployed and having to move out of my apartment because I can’t afford it. As I was sitting on the beach I realized that I had to choose to fight for the life that

I was an average high school student that did fair in school but interested more in my social life. Going into senior year at Lakewood High School I scrambled to find a college to attend, and a career to pursue. My dad pushed me to be a doctor and I was willing to pursue that path because of the financial opportunities. I was accepted to the University of Colorado in Boulder first semester, I thought I was on my way to becoming successful in life. Second semester came around and school was on auto pilot. My English teacher from freshman year stopped me in the hall the day before winter break after my last final

I have always loved school, from my first day of kindergarden to my first day of high school and almost everyday in between. I always excelled in school, even though I moved around a lot. I had already been to four different elementary schools by the time I was in the fourth grade, and one more for half a year in sixth grade. I had a rough childhood aside from all of the moving. Growing up my life was never really normal. I had two moms, which nowadays isn’t that big of a deal, but 15 years ago it was. My life was fairly good until I was about five or six when my moms got a divorce. At the time I didn't know it but it was at that point that my life started to change forever. After the divorce my parents went to court for custody and one of

Throughout the course of my first year of highschool as a freshman, I never took anything seriously. There would be days I didn’t do my homework, simply because I was lazy and never wanted to.I had an off at the time, and decided to dedicate that time to my homework.With that one period off, I didn't do any extra work at home, because I believed the off would give me enough time to complete, and study for everything that had been assigned. I continued to act like everything was going to come easy to me like it did in middle school. I was almost certain that I would finish the semester with another 4.0 grade point average. My grades gradually began

As the oldest of the three daughter I was left to take over the house responsibility, due to my mom started working most time in order to keep provide us. Starting my first year in middle school, was already complicated enough not knowing anybody, getting lost, and having to adjust to the new environment around me. And it became more complicated after my dad was sent away from our family. Since we had recently moved to another town. We were still unfamiliar with the city itself and had no family that could help us out. Having left in charge of my two little sister while my mom was at work, I was left to clean, wash and sometimes cook if my mother had not left anything ready the night before. Had to make sure their homework was done and were

For most of my young academic career, failure had never been a real problem. I had never really struggled in any particular subject and I was able to succeed with little effort on my part. This all changed my sophomore year of high school. This was the first year I would be allowed to take all of the Advanced Placement and Honor classes that I wanted. Forgetting how rigorous the institution I attended actually was, I loaded my schedule. I honestly thought I would be able to breeze through the year with little struggle. Sadly, I was hopelessly disillusioned. My usual thirty minutes of homework a night turned into hours of tedious studying and preparation for the next day. My usual free time had vanished, and I was up long nights writing essays and studying for tests and quizzes. Even though I was nowhere near used to the workload, I persevered thinking my hard work would pay off when I received my “A”. However, I was wrong again, my hard work only went far enough to earn me a “C+” in my first AP course. I was devastated.

Throughout my sophomore year of highschool I had a hard time in Spanish and faced many challenges all year. About two weeks into the school year, there was an issue with my teacher and she was forced into retirement. This left myself and the rest of class with no teacher for over a month. Learning a new language was not the easiest thing for me and I could feel myself moving more behind the longer I went without a teacher. I had three more Spanish teachers that year making it harder to get into a routine to succeed in that class. By the end of the school I had to make the decision of whether or not I wanted to move on to the next level of Spanish. I felt that if I continued I would be setting myself up for failure in the language because of

I was told that junior year would be one of my most stressful years in high school; I was expecting it to be academically, but I couldn’t have imagined being struck by such heaviness this year; it was nothing like my little sister sitting on me to wake me up. A cloud appeared just before 11th grade started, and everything started feeling darker and slower. What was worse, having no motivation or finding no joy in my old hobbies and interests, I don’t know. But either way, the way I was affected academically put me in a place I’ve never been in before, my grades this year are the lowest they’ve been in years. Which, in turn, made me feel even lower. Knowing what’s wrong, and not having the impetus to fix it, while feeling like you’re the worst

The lifestyle during public school consisted of a carefree and lax atmosphere where I’ve accustomed myself to a belief of hedonism. The homework and exams were relatively easy; for this, I’ve busied myself with physical activities, video games, and friends. In the goodwill of my parents, my parents decided to transfer me to an IB based charter school where at first I wasn’t concerned about anything. I was confident in my abilities to be successful in another school because I obtained a letter A plus grade in public school. Although I was confident in my abilities, my grades didn’t correspond with my abilities the first semester. Consequently, I began to hate the new setting of the school and began to feel scared of something which I had no knowledge of. The mixed emotions greatly altered my ego from pride to desperate. The environment dealt with

I’m not quite sure when it started. My best guess would be freshman year of high school. I was transitioning into a new school which initially hadn’t bothered me. The problem was that I was split up from a lot of the friends I had before. Some were in different high schools and others were just in different classes leaving me by myself as they made new friends. Adding to this was the fact that I was in an honors program I struggled to keep up with. The work suddenly didn’t make any sense, I was unprepared for the amount of work required of me and I was alone in a lot of my classes. With all of this happening at once I was faced with an identity crisis. I had always been the smart and responsible kid both in my friend group and in general. If I wasn’t either of those things anymore then who was I?