My High School

August 15, 2013 was the date that I entered high school. I had high hopes for the upcoming high school years to be my best years ever since I was in sixth grade. I expected that I can make more friends, join more club activities, and can choose classes that I really like. Although I was very enthusiastic and eager to start the all new school years, I also had a lot of worries and confusion about it also. The night before I start my freshmen year, the thoughts of failing classes, and be able to graduate high school kept

My life flipped for the better once I left the 8th grade, it was finally summer time and I was ready for it. But deep down I knew once summer was over high school here I come. I won't even lie, I was terrified to start as a freshman in high school. All of the rumors that I heard with baby freshman day, and all the stuff they do to freshmens on the first day of school. To be honest I was really nervous, instead of a couple butterflies in my stomach I had the whole family flying around. But once the first day of high school came up all those rumors that everyone was telling me was actually a lie. High school wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. As my freshman year went on a lot of doors opened up for me, there were sports, clubs, new people to me, everything you could possible think of. I didn't really get into sports as much as all of my friends, I was more into video games and playing outside in the woods just adventuring finding old vintage things and old buildings and all of the beautiful views. My freshman year wasn't really too special, I was too busy figuring out what everything was and where everything was located at. Then my sophomore year came along this is where I started to get the foundation of high school and blend in. everything kinda went downhill I made good grades don't get wrong, it's just I never showed up which I regret miserably. Once I got to my junior year everything is still constantly changing, a lot more people know of me. I was never

Most people might view St. Charles High School as a typical high school. However, another perspective of St. Charles High School may be a cosmopolitan canopy. According to Elijah Anderson, in The Cosmopolitan Canopy, a cosmopolitan canopy is when diverse people interact. However, tension among the people is expected. St. Charles High School is a cosmopolitan canopy because it is diverse, comfortable, and civil.

Who knew High School would be over in a blink of an eye? Four short years and a whole chapter of your life is over. The goal everyone was striving to achieve was completed, yet an even bigger thing was approaching “Life”. All 365 of us would venture out into the world and start new journeys hundreds of miles apart.

The beginning of the year wasn’t exactly as I envisioned as an eighth grader. I thought that going to high school would be some life changing experience with new people and more privileges. It turned out that it wasn’t that life changing so much as perspective changing and there was more work, more stress, and privileges tend to come with a price. My first day left me nervous, lost, confused, stressed, overwhelmed, and tired by the end of the day. The first thing I did when I got home that day

I 'll always remember the day I sat in class and got the "A" honor roll seal of improvement with my name on it, my perspective on life all of a sudden changed to where I need to put forth a concentrated effort better. I understood that while others could move along and sufficiently do to get by, that was not what I expected to do. Disappointment was impossible for me, I set objectives that I wouldn 't make due with nothing not as much as achievement in my school work, and heading off to college would have been the be the way I achieve my objective.

I never truly had a formal education with regard to composition. My high school was labeled a “national exemplary” high school but I quickly learned it was only because the graduation requirement was higher based only on the number of credits. The credits were easy to get, and I ran out of math classes that would challenge me by 10th grade. Most teachers simply expected the work to be complete, and the content was irrelevant. I hope and expect the readers of this content will see my growth throughout this course.

I remember being an anxious eighth grader thinking about starting my freshman year of high school. We went from being at the top of the school to being at the bottom of a new one. All of our middle school teachers always told us about how our high school teachers wont “hold our hands” and how we will be on our own. Being in high school is completely different than being in elementary school and middle school. Its almost like each year we have more and more freedom but more responsibility.

Looming in front of me was something new, a fresh start. Despite being this, it seemed cold and trying, something that sent shivers down my spine. Mixed emotions of uncertainty and optimism had filled my first day of middle school; and as my final year is drawing to a close, I realize that this place-this transitional time in my life- is something that I never want to leave. I created a home away from home, and a family, over the short three years spent learning here. Each school year, from first to concluding, brought new experiences in which have altered my life. These are the things that I am hoping to carry over into high school-my next chapter. Every experience in which middle school has brought leaves me changed indefinitely, shaped for the future ahead.

High school was hard for me, just like it can be for any awkward teenager. Most people would say it can be hard because they had to move to a new school, or did not have many friends. It was hard early on for me because I did not know exactly where I fit in. I felt out of place just by being in the school building. I eventually found my place in high school outside of sports, on the academic team, and in FFA.

Starting in my eleventh-grade year of high school, I never knew all the changes I would experience. I attended Chickasaw High School in Chickasaw, AL. It was a little school, which had about five hundred students in total. I did not live in Chickasaw like all the other kids. I lived about twenty minutes away in Mobile, AL with my dad and stepmom. I went to this school because my stepmom (LaRae) was a teacher there. Also, I was like most girls in high school, I had a high school sweetheart named Michael Matthews. I thought my eleventh-grade year of high school was going to be a great and memorable experience until I found out some horrible news.

School was out. Everyone just waiting for the clock to hit the 12, that’s when everything in my life changed. It was my first time going on my airplane. My first time being in a car for more than 8 hours. It was my very first firsts. I'm not going to lie. That scared me. You know. Experiencing something for the first time. That’s a tough job. But anyways, that’s the background to this very important part of my life. During this time, I saw happiness beaming off of everyone’s face and saw no bad in people. I wish I thought this way now. High School changed my perspective a lot. The stress is at its ultimatum. It just doesn’t want to stop. I constantly am in books, studying for a test, in books, memorizing a poem, or in books because I generally have nothing to do. All I want is to go back to the time that I explored something every day. With a friend or just with my family. Summer was great. I also had my first experience at an overnight summer camp. Let me tell you more about that.

People say that high-school is supposed to be the best four years of your life, but my Sophomore year had other plans. When I entered my second year of high-school I never expected things to turn out the way they did. A series of events left me in an emotional and mental rut. I was depressed and I did not need a doctor to tell me that. It wasn’t even that I was sad, but more numb and immune to the things that were happening around me. High-school for me felt like a never ending nightmare every single day.

Years have passed and now I have reached Junior High School. I should be happy because of my "smartness"; I was chosen to go to a special school for student enrichment. However, I am not happy because the school my mother selected for me is far away from the neighbor, and the school district where I lived had just built a brand-new school within walking distance from my home; most of my friends are attending there, and I could not understand why my mother chose to send me across town. However, my mother enrolled me in a different district, which meant I had to travel either by city bus or walk. The bus trip would take about an hour and the walk was at least 10-15 miles.

Going into my middle school years I was so scared of what was to come. People would tell me stories of bullies and lots of homework, and the book “Middle School: The Worst Years of My Life” didn’t really help with my anxiousness. When August 18th, 2014 came around all the frightening tales people told me went away. My middle school years ended up being a time where I made new friends, went on amazing trips, and learned fascinating things. My trip to Spain was full of culture I had never experienced and my cruise was spectacular with sights of beaches and landmarks that were beautiful.