My High School Experience

Students who are becoming freshmen often ask “what’s it like to be in high school?” High school is not what you think. Freshmen don’t get pushed in lockers, there's not that one popular girl who shoves other students books out of their hands, and the cafeteria is not the most embarrassing place to be. High school is not an amicable. If you really think high school is a amicable place where students smile at each other, think again. Here is some advice from my high school experience.

I recall the beginning of my freshman year when I was thrown into the chaotic and hectic mess that is high school. Not only was I given a much harder course load than ever before, but I also started the year off with volleyball. This made my life so incredibly difficult. As if getting home from a game at 10 o’clock was not enough, I typically still had about an hour of homework to complete due to my honors classes. That season felt longer than a giraffes neck . From the long nights of homework, to the complete mental breakdowns, Freshman year was one of the worst experiences of my life.

1. Provide a short description of your high school experience. How have you grown/evolved from 9th grade to this point? List some of the highlights of your high school career.

He had gone to the University of Putrid Sound, Washington State right after high school. At first, he was just waiting to get out of the house for some personal space. “Growing up with a house of six could get a little crowded,” he remarked shaking his head with a smile. I could definitely relate to that with two older sisters driving me nuts. But once his dad dropped him off at the campus with a pat on the back, he was surprised to feel quite scared and

Furthermore, Rayclad Tubes Inc, merged with Raychem to form one corporation, consequently, Evie’s department transferred to a new location on Spring Street, near our school and she was assigned to work the Day Shift. Fortunately, when Oma requested to change her work schedule to coincide with Evie’s, her manager agreed, making it possible to drop Evie off at Raychem on her way to the Stanford Barn. Our school provided bus transportation from Mezes Park, located a few blocks from our home. Perfect! Ellen and I looked forward to joining the neighborhood kids who walked to the bus stop each

Many people think that I’ve got everything going for me. I’m captain of my school’s varsity cheerleading squad, I’m an honors student, I’ve got a talent that works for me, and I’ve got a bright future ahead of me. Few people understand that getting to where I am hasn’t been easy.

I rush out the door of the new apartment, eager to start at yet another new school. New teachers, different curriculum… And new people. I guess. I run to school, as it’s only about a block away, and i’m astonished at the size, it had separate buildings and wings, it looks more like a college campus than it does a high school. I ponder how Mother could ever afford this, she works as a pharmacist at Walmart, not

Anastasia Lynn was a sophomore at Cottey College in Nevada, Missouri. The school sat in the middle of nowhere surrounded by nothing. No matter which direction you looked there was just trees and old dusty brick campus buildings. A trip to the inner city required two hours traveling time to and from. The only place near the all-girls college was Crowder college. They weren’t much better. The drive home to Indianapolis was worse. The trip was just short enough to make in one day with no overnight stops and just long enough to get tired of looking at the unchanging scenery of randomly placed houses and watching grass dry. Because of this Anastasia very seldom went home, but this year was different. Fall break had aligned with her twenty first

Summer: the season of ice cream, beaches, air-conditioned cinemas, and 30 lb cardboard boxes full of clothes and books. By the fourth quarter of my sophomore year, I could envision the rest of my high school life unfold as if flipping through a scrapbook brimming with photographs and jotted captions. A rising upperclassmen, I had full conviction that by 2018, I would play varsity doubles tennis, attend Naugy Prom, and graduate alongside the 250 people I had known since middle school, some even from kindergarten. Naugatuck, CT had been my home for all 16 years of my life—and despite hopping from apartment to house when I was 5, I couldn’t fathom changing towns, much less before I departed for college.

Today her walk to school was rather calm. The wind had dies down and the smog had started to lift. It is a long walk to school, but she doesn’t mind. She enjoys watching the people as she walks, and is fascinated by all the new business popping up like weeds all around the big, windy city. During her walk she passes new businesses, such as Sears and Wards, and a beautiful clothing and shoe store with

The school gave me an insight into the sights, sounds, and smells of an urban, middle-class community. The principal’s assistant guided me to an empty classroom, where I met

On a foggy Thursday morning, I was up earlier than normal for the first day of school. Hardly any sleep was received throughout the night as the excitement for the next day sat in. The hallway was dark as I made my way to the kitchen. Within the next hour, my life would change drastically. The first day of school can always be problematic. However, the first day of high school is especially hard. Youthful children are always looking up to high school students. They seem like they are so old and mature. It is hard to imagine that you would ever be that old. On this morning, I was going to become one of those terrifying high school students.

My high school experience has been anything but average. I attend Plymouth Canton Educational Park, a campus of 6,300 students from three different high schools all coexisting and learning together. This environment has shaped me into who I am today. It has taught me the true meaning of friendship and teamwork, the importance of time management, and pursuing what I am passionate about. I believe these experiences have thoroughly prepared me for the college experience ahead.

Homecoming was this week at the local Kansas City High School. Nikki was a sophomore this year, and her boyfriend Chad had asked her to homecoming that past week. It was a special occasion for Nikki, her and her mom Janesse. They hopped into the car with the little money they had left from her mom's paycheck that past week. They hadn’t made very much money since Mr.Stevens passed away. Homecoming was a big deal because, Nikki hadn’t been asked last year. They were headed to the most popular mall in Kansas City!! They got out of the car and walked in.

Passing the mile marker of informing me that Norfolk was right around the corner, filled me with the anticipation of so much happiness, but a little bit of nervousness too. I was on my way to visit Julia, one of my best friends for the longest time. Driving down the bumpy highway, I thought back to some of my fondest memories with her, including playing on a fallen, rotten tree and pretending to have a chocolate shop with the mud from rain. As little girls, we would dress up and making singing videos, which continued well into when she drove me to school me freshmen year and we would sing and blast jams, sipping on our caramel frappuccinos. It had been almost a year since I last saw her. She had graduated from Midlothian High School the year before and was now attending Old Dominion University. It was Midlothian’s spring break and she had invited me up to visit her that first weekend off. When the car pulled up by her dorm building, she was waiting outside, wearing that same old cobalt-colored sweatshirt with stains from baking scrumptious desserts with her. We leapt into each other's’ arms. The hug was the purest form of friendship and love and it felt so great to see her. I said goodbye to my mom and walked up to Julia’s room. There was huge, Disney puzzle on the floor and I immediately sat to contribute my amazing puzzle skills. While we worked on it, we caught up on everyday girl talk - the usual dramas of the neighborhood and which boys we were talking to. We also went