My High School Life

When I initially began High School I thought internally, this is it, this is the point at which my life changes, this is where school work gets harder, classes get harder, the sports become more advanced, and my evaluations in High School are going to reflect my employment, and universities later on, and everything in my life has finally become a hectic roller coaster. But I know that High School is like a stream because along the way you'll find some trash, go over some harsh spots, discover a whirlpool or two, stagnate for a bit, lastly get to the end of the adventure and acknowledge you have had an awesome ride. I know this without a doubt in light of the reality that back in middle school/ junior high I got awful grades I kept saying to myself every time, that I have to stay focused and get my grades up because my grades in my previous years would follow me through high school. In middle school it was hard for me to remain centered and complete my work, and get decent grades. I had to keep my mind like a sponge and absorb all the details I could in every class.

My middle school years was not a very easy chapter in my life, but the past three years have defined me a lot. I’m an iceberg type of person; you can see a little bit of me on the surface, but the real part, the bigger part of me, is hidden. I don’t show all my colors at once. I keep myself clamped shut, too cautious to share myself with other people. I’ve learned early in life that some people’s stories just briefly entwined with mine before we part ways forever. I learned that everything in life in temporary, and that made me hesitate to get to know people well —after all, what’s the point when you just have to leave?

When I graduated high school I started working because I had decided not to go to college or the military. After I graduated, I went with my father to Texas in order to find a job because I was having a difficult time finding a job in California. In San Antonio, Texas, I found a job where the company hired me the very next day and I was ecstatic. The next day I started working and I found out that I would be working ten to twelve hour shifts on Monday through Friday. I found out that I was working for a staffing agency which most companies use to hire new employees, so that the employee is not directly employed by the company. In mid-December, I got fired for listening to music and I was devastated.

The redwood trees around me were around 40 feet tall and probably higher, even though I felt like I was half way there I still could not see the peak of the enormous giants, three thirds of the way I stumbled upon a problem for weak branches were in the way of me reaching the top, as the heights were beginning to hit me I had decided to come down from the tree as the branches blocked me from continuing. Running out of breath and the slash, that almost showed a piece of bone, in my leg still bleeding it just prevented me to keep going. The only objects I had in my backpack were the two ibuprofen and the extra rags left from my shirt. I sat underneath the redwood tree as a tear ran down my left cheek and touching my lip the salty taste and little by little I began to remember the good moments I had in life.

School can be a great place of growth and a time in one’s life where they may find themselves. Specifically, high school can be considered the most important time in all years of schooling. One of the more important places to me is my high school, Bullitt East. Bullitt East at first glance is just another high school but to me it means more especially with it being my senior year and having a good understanding of the school. Bullitt East has shaped me into the person I am today by helping me pick my career, get into playing tennis, and giving a place to socialize. This school has changed me in mostly positive ways that have made me who I am today.

I grew up in a life where I was told I needed to go to church at 8:20 every Tuesday, had to wear collared shirts of only red, white, or blue that are to be tucked into my khaki pants, held up by the mandatory belt, and I had better pray to Jesus that I can sneak past the teachers with my forbidden neon socks. This life was Catholic School. Attending Resurrection, honestly, was pretty fantastic; of course, no kid wanted to wear those tragic uniforms every day when they know other kids are wearing sweatpants, but I enjoyed school.

One event that was lifechanging for me was my senior year of high school I decided to be a part of the Every 15 Minutes Program. This was a two-day program that included juniors and seniors to help prevent their peers from drinking and driving on the night of Prom. On the first day of this program, every fifteen minutes that passed on the clock, the intercom would come on throughout the entire school to announce that someone had “died”. This announcement would start with an introduction that read, “Every fifteen minutes someone dies due to a drinking and driving accident” and then they would say the name of the individual who has just died. After this took place, the grim reaper would go into the classroom, in which the student who had “died”, and he would state a beautiful introduction of that individual. The student would then put on a black and white mask and go into a classroom and hide out there for the rest of the school day.

High School is a very crucial place for most people, but I can definitely say it was very difficult for me. I did well in school, well enough for me. Now, to me the requirements to graduate high school seemed too difficult for one person, then again, most people manage to do; let me rephrase that: it seemed too difficult for me. I guess the main focus throughout this memoir is; when does your life truly begin? At the start of birth or the walk across the stage? Well, here’s how mines began.

I haven’t talked in 3 years. I found that if I don’t talk, I don’t have to deal with the added pain. I live in my own little world where I write, sleep, go to school, and eat. Besides that I don’t do much. I portray as the literal human embodiment of an outcast. I have grayish blue eyes, straight light brown hair that I personally think looks like poop, but my mother doesn’t allow me to compare myself to poop. I basically wear the same things every day, an old flannel or t shirt with my jeans and dirty white slip on vans. Most people think not talking would make you lonely, which at times it can be, but otherwise I pretty much just write out what I wanna say so I get through pretty well. Not talking started after my parents’ divorce, then my dad kind of forgot about me because apparently drugs and alcohol are more important than your 10 year old. Now I live alone with my mom and my dog Rascal. It’s pretty quiet in my house, because my mom usually works late, so it’s pretty much Rascal and I until 8pm. Don’t get me wrong, my mom is an angel, I just get lonely at home talking to a dog that doesn’t even have opposable thumbs. My school life is a yawn fest, I go from class to class not talking, except in LA, then I only talk to my teacher, Mrs. Cantiad, when it’s just us. She is the only one that sees potential in me as a writer, I want to dedicate my first book to her. The one thing I hate about school though is the hallways, I compare the hallways to hell. I can feel the eyes

My Life has never been easy. I’ve never been the smartest or the most athletic which has brought me down lots of times because I have always envied the people who can get an A on the super hard math test or the person who is good at every sport just magically, but me, I’ve always been the funny girl; the girl thats always happy and smiley. Everyday I put on a smile and try to be nice to everyone even during hard times. Being this outgoing person has given me opportunities in school to branch out and meet new people, learn, and help shape the person I am today. Throughout this long, but short journey of high school I have experienced many events and situations that I would never regret.

My first year of high school, I did not think too much about self-growth. I thought more about finding new friends. The determination for new friends helped me gain the courage to join a sport and numerous of clubs. I decided to join tennis; keeping in mind I have never touched a racquet, nor stepped a foot on a tennis court before my first day of tennis class. I remember the gut wrenching nerves I had running all around my body when I met my coach and new teammates. Ranked second to last on the team was painful, but the pain encouraged me to become better. For day, weeks, and months throughout the school year, my new group of friends and I stayed afterschool waiting for varsity practice to end, so we would be able to practice until the sun came down. Slowly my tennis skills and talent started improving. Along with my improvements, I started realizing I was determined and committed to something for the first time in my life. My interest in becoming the best lead me from being rank second to last, to second on the list. With great success in improving my tennis skills, I was able to manage my time well enough to study hard for Latin competition. Continuous learning about Latin history and attending tennis tournaments were tiring but well worth it. I managed to place second for girls double in the Pasadena district and placing first in Latin competition for area. At the end of Freshmen year, I was announced to join the varsity team and make it to state for Latin competition.

According to the Hagans scholarship foundation website, this scholarship is designed for students in need that have the drive and intelligence to succeed in college. My future career has always been in the forefront of my mind, and many of the decisions I have made have been swayed by that persistent thought. Although academics have alway been prioritized during my high school career, I also found time for a variety of activities and hobbies as well as for a job and my family.

Throughout my high school career . I have had a well known noticeable disability .i would describe my disability as the following : anxiety to the following things : being late , testing , turning in assignments late. I also have a learning and comprehending stopper meaning i can't focus sometimes to where i space out and have to refocus my brain . i can't process information very well if it is given at a faster pace throughout lessons during high school or lectures . i also have to wear a leg brace to make sure that my ankle is protected and doesn't roll at any moment or second .

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.

“Two years ago, I just graduated from my high school in my home country, thinking that I could get into one of my dream schools in the United States and enjoy my fantastic 4-year college life. Since my GPA in high school was pretty high, I expected that all universities would like to accept students like me. I started applying for a couple of schools that I was very interested in, but did not receive any good news. Knowing all my friends had got their acceptance letters, I felt inferior and began to complain about my family’s social and financial status. I complained about why my family could not afford me to go to a high school in the States so that I could have more chances to get into universities that I wanted. Another reason why I was so anxious was that I did not apply for any schools in my home country, so I had to take one gap year in the worst case. I did not want to do so because I thought everyone would feel disappointed in me and perhaps looked down on me. Unfortunately, I was rejected by all my dream schools. At that moment, I was extremely frustrated; I lost my confidence, I lost my hope, I could not see the road ahead of me. Then, I had depression.”