My High School

I just can’t believe there is only few more days of high school left. As the days are getting closer and closer, it's getting sad. I still remember the day I stepped into Maine East High School as a Freshman, at that time, all I wished for was to graduate from this school with good grades. High school was not the way I imagined, it is way different from what I thought and definitely different from Middle School. Freshman year was the “exploring/adventure” year, finding where each classes were, what activities/clubs were offered at this school and many more. Freshman year went quickly and then Sophomore year came up. Sophomore year was probably the least stressful year in high school but from Sophomore year my family and friends started asking me the scariest question “What are you doing after high school, which career?

There was a point in my time where I enjoyed school and took pleasure in attending school and that was elementary. Those were the best school years of my life, having nothing to care about, the school lunch was unbelievably amazing and we had recess. Middle school was manageable but was also beginning to become tough because the classes were becoming difficult. As we approach the beginning of our high school career, parents and teachers always tell us students that it’s the best four years of our life, which in my case I did not find high school fascinating or enjoyable. I found high school to be very stressful, overwhelming and not easy, understanding that the next four years of my life will be filled with obstacles and challenges that I will face. I knew that I would have challenges with my courses, but I did not think I would have trouble with my emotions such as feeling depressed, sad, or that I would cry every other day, but to some teachers or parents thought it was normal for teenagers because we are going through different phases of our life.

Walking into school on my first day of high school, I felt out of place. My face covered in acne, my teeth covered in braces, and the callicks in my hair stuck up through the abnormally thick layer of hair gel that coated them. My middle school social anxiety still ruled over me as I could barely speak with any member of the opposite sex. Yet, I still had an odd confidence about me. I had always been one of the best students in my class, even without ever studying for a test. I viewed high school as a slight uptick from the curriculum I had easily passed in middle school. I was wrong. High school exists as a microcosm of society, in which I originally failed to acclimate myself to the challenges posed to me in a setting of increased

Being an only child, and being distant from my friends, due to the recent death of my cousin Suleiman, I really did not know who to talk to. So I kept my days, weeks, and months worth of emotions and feelings bottled up and to myself. This depression transformed me into some one I could not recognize. The smart, likeable, over achieving, responsible role model was disappearing from my life and this

High school is one of the most stressful experiences, one of the most challenging experiences, one of the most amazing experiences. Freshman year sets the tone for how a student will spend four years of their life; although, it is possible to change the course of

In the summer of my freshman year of high school, I did not want to accept that I was growing up; that I was going to high school. I have always had a problem with wanting to stay a kid. I don’t like the idea of becoming old and not being able to do things that I could before. The three months of that summer were amazing fun and I worried less and less… until the 10 days till high school mark came. I have always been a confident, determined, leader, and wasn’t ever nervous or out of place. High school was a slap in the face. The kind of slap in the face that got me going. I began to look around me and realize that a lot of these kids were going to be stuck in life, while the teachers all wanted us to learn and grow. I would pray to God every night to help these kids who just needed help. It was all about the drama of last year, and she

“High school! The best four years of your life!” Little did I know that was not going to be the case for me. These past three or so years have been an emotional roller coaster for me. Around March of 2013, I was almost done 8th grade so, I was happy to finally go to high school. Everything changed when my mother lost her hearing. Ever since then, the roller coaster has yet to stop. I hate roller coasters for the record. Being the oldest I was always the one that knew what was going on in the house, from when I was about 11 or 12 up until this day. I was the only kid that knew why my mom was getting treatments every month and having to go to the hospital so often.

I still felt lonely, and depressed despite the fact that I’ve been around people all day, and will be around people all day tomorrow. Anxiety overcame me as I had to ask to borrow a pencil or if I could sit with them. I felt like whenever I had to talk to a stranger, I was just being a vexatious, disturbing, pest that if they weren’t try to be polite they’d swat away. To me, all I could see were my constant screw ups. Although thousands of my peers were around me, I was lacking closeness. Nobody cared about me and I had no purpose. If I were to confide in somebody, they might tell me that I always had my family and they’d always love and care about me. Little did they know, I was going through extremely stressful times with my father. He was

I was often told that the high school experience is all about “finding out who you are.” When I started my junior year, I realized I did not have it figured out. I found myself surrounded by toxic people, and eventually felt a lack of dedication for everything. I felt empty and let my feeling of defeat and lack of value affect my relationships and schoolwork.

When I was younger teachers, adults, and seniors in high school would tell me that high school would be the best years of my life. All those people had went through high school and experienced everything about high school, they told me their stories and the fun they had in school and outside of school. Freshman year was pretty simple and I had very little challenges, I was having less fun than I was in middle school. I only listened to their good sides about high school and maybe they had hard times, I did not realize that we all have different goals in life, so we have different ways of doing things. I realized by the end of freshman year that high school wasn’t all that great. I believe that in high school there is way too much work for me

All of this finally allowed me to honestly love who I was. I can wake up in the morning and believe I am beautiful and this will be my day. Going to school became easier. Acceptance of yourself allows for positivity to follow. It is possible to have a good day everyday. You wake up and tell yourself it is going to be. That year I did lose close friends, but it taught me they where never true to start with. I cannot stress enough how happy I became, it is only because I CHOSE to! This is it, this is all we have. A fast life. So I encourage people everyday to do what they want and be who they want to be. As my senior year has begun, I couldn’t be any comfier than the skin I am in now. It’s just ashame I waited so long to do this. This experience of “high school” is not about the grades because I learned life is not 8 times 8, or how well you can perform the quadratic formula. It is learning how to let go of someone who isn’t a part of you anymore, and how to cope with a person whom maybe dying of cancer. Real life. The real feelings. A transcript cannot say what you’ve been through nor endured. So take my lesson in the best way you can, because I am happy. That means you can be

My life as a 8th grader isn't the best because the drama sucks. But besides all the drama 8th grade is pretty fun. I have sorta good grades so far, but we aren't that far into the school year so. I met one of my favorite teachers this year. He is really nice but I annoy him a lot. His name is Mr. Stevens he is my home room teacher. I don't really like math that much, it can be hard and it can be easy. I just don't like it. And science is pretty fun I can say, we just recently did a design an experiment thing. It was kinda fun but boring. In social studies we are doing this class thing where you have to pay for rent to sit in a desk and stuff. It is sorta fun but stupid at the same time. In language we are doing this and it is soooooooooo

It was once said by a famous poetic philosopher, Lao Tzu, that “ The journey of a thousand miles begins with one step”, and one of those many steps begins with the foundation of entering high school. Adapting to the swift and major changes of high school engulfed my mind with excitement and anticipation. Though the expedition of transitioning from high school to college has only merely begun, the lessons learned throughout my time in high school has enabled me to not only share my adolescent experiences and outcomes, but to also create a new account of myself within college.

It’s my freshman year in high school, and I must admit, so far high school is even worse than middle school. Despite the fact that I have 1,675 more days to go to finally graduate, being bullied and named called is worse than eating my grandma’s Brussels’ sprout. After middle school, I had hopes that things would get better. I was always the laidback kid that had no friends. I’ve was always considered as the quaint and unusual guy who barely had friends. Despite all that, some days, I was both happy and sad; and I always tried figuring out how that could be. There were some days that it got really bad that I even had suicidal thoughts. I guess I was tired up of all the lonesomeness, the

Most people are afraid of monsters under their bed, or clowns at a circus, but for numerous incoming college students, the “freshmen fifteen” is the real monster lurking under their bed at night. The thought of packing on an extra fifteen pounds, to a body that might already need some work frightens thousands of college students yearly. Although the freshman fifteen can be a scary concept, with adequate time management, it is easily avoidable.