My Last Day Of High School

My first day of my sophomore year of high school starts today. Riverview High School is a huge school and has tryouts for the Kiltie Band Highland Dancers today. If you make it, there is a rumor you are instantly popular. My name was posted on the short list in the hall next to my homeroom class and I am a Highland Dancer now. My best friend Theresa made it also, we have been placed in the same dance group. Even though we are only sophomores we are put into the Senior Dance Group A. This group just happens to be the best dance group at Riverview. We have been informed that we will be in the group that gets to perform at the Inaugural Parade if we make it through the cuts for the Parade.

Getting up for school, I didn’t think that I would wreck, let alone get a ticket. My mother gave me the keys to our 2003 Chevy Tahoe so I could drive my sister, Jada, and me to school. We attended Jackson High School. As we walked into school, we did the norm. We laughed and talked with our cousins and friends, ate breakfast, and parted ways. Some time during the day we were individually called to the front office to pick up a check that the school refunded for schedule changes. I received a check for fifteen dollars. I was happy about the fifteen dollars because it gave me a little extra money to go shopping with once I got out of school. Once school had ended, I dropped Jada off at Health Actions for physical therapy. On my way home, I stopped by Goody’s; they were having a sale on clothes in my size so I was super excited. I was able to find a pair of black dress pants, and a cute

It’s your first day of your first day of highschool, another life journey. Are you excited, nervous, or both? You may be worried about the upperclassmen throwing you into the lockers or even worse, the trash can. In all honestly, there’s no need to worry, stuff like that usually only happens in movies, so you’ll be okay and before you know it, you’ll be graduating high school.

The first day of anything is always filled with the unknown. New surroundings, a new environment, and of course new faces. These simple changes can drastically intimidate a person, and cause feelings of anxiety. This is how my first day of high school felt.

One day I was bored at home so I decided to clean up my room because it was mess. So after cleaning up my room I looked in one of my drawers that use to have all the junk in it and found my old iPod classic. I decided to charge it to hear all the old music I had in it. After it charged I was looking through the playlists and I found this song I use to listen to. This song was No Te Veo by Casa de Leones. This song I listened to it all the time, it was my favorite and as I soon as I heard it I started to have a flashback of my first day of high school and how that day was not the great way to start my freshmen year of high school but at the end it turned out good.

Almost a year ago I started my first, last day of high school. To some people that may seem like one of the least important days of their life, but for me it made me realize that it was going to be the last year I walked through those doors to attend class, and the last time I stepped out onto the soccer field with my closest friends. As I walked through the double doors that would officially start my last year at USA High School, I looked up and my entire graduating class had their names posted up on the wall, where soon our pennants of the colleges we were going to attend would hang. High school holds some of the happiest memories for some people, from the times they were at Friday night football games with their best friends, or late-night adventures they went on, for me it was being on the soccer team. Throughout my entire high school career, I was happiest out on the field, playing against local schools with the people I have gotten so close to over the years.

It was December 23rd, and it was a cold snowy and windy day that morning when I woke up. It started with a warm hot chocolate with pancakes for breakfast. Then I hop in the car with my mom to ride to school at 7:15 because she works their, and I go to school their, so I ride with her. When my friends start showing up to school I know this will be my last day of school with my best friends since kindergarten, so I knew I have to make the most out of today. It started by playing football in the 3 feet of snow with them, and then the bell rang.

Bong! Bong! Bong! Sounded the cheesey end of the day bell. I was so excited to get out of school. Why? Today was the last day of second grade! . I could go home and take a much needed summer break. I thought to myself as a trotted out to the front of the building. It wasn't that easy though because of all the screaming and rambunctious kids trying to escape the prison also. I finally made it out of the chaos and into the pick/drop off lane. Frantically looking for my mom’s van so I can get away from the school. As I was looking for the jet black van when my pesky sister crept up behind me and started rambling about her day. The van finally pulled over, I lept in the back seat. I was greeted by a hello from both my parents?! That was surprising, usually only my mom comes to pick us up so that was strange. I didn’t think to much of it though because it was the last day which is kind of special. It would make sense if they both came, along with my little sister Natalie who was not in school yet. Anyway as we were pulling out of the parking lot. I looked back at Oakdale for the last time. We just recently moved so I was finishing off the school year. It was kind of sad not being able to see most of my friends that often. Pushing those confusing emotions aside, we started heading back home. Or so I thought.

It was two weeks before my first day of highschool when I started my first college class. I was signed up for an American History class to see what college would be like. My school tried to talk me out of enrolling in the P.S.E.O program because of how many high school freshmen fail classes in their first semester. The school’s suggestion was that I should wait until I was a Junior because then I would be ready for the difficulty of college classes. However, what my counselors didn’t tell me was that most of the freshmen who fail in P.S.E.O classes fail because they don’t know how to study for the tests.

For me, the first day of high school felt as if I was a baby chick coming out of an egg. Of course, I had the right to feel that way because it was a whole different environment and a whole new game plan. I was super nervous walking to and from classes that I even got lost many times. My high school was big, with over 3,000 students and many programs. I was tiny to begin with and then I looked at other students, they were way taller than me, I felt out of place. On the bright side, I was not the only one who was lost; many other kids were lost, too. From there I began to make new friends and ended up circling the whole basement to find the lunchroom. Till today we still laugh at our silly mistakes. Overall, I felt like the four years of my high school experience were very memorable, but I learned the most my freshmen year.

“You need to surround yourself with people who care about you. Who challenge you to grow. Who make you happy and appreciate all that you have to offer.” The message rang in my head as my mother offered me this advice, in attempt to quell my fear of not fitting in the night before my first day of high school. I was often scared to be myself. Being a persistent Asian with nothing but frequent late nights studying intensely to keep up, young male dancer, and closeted gay teenager were all facets of my identity that did not sit well in the minds of middle school bullies. However, my high school experiences brought me to realize that by integrating myself in a community of passionate individuals, I thrived immensely and found myself growing every day. Today, I no longer fear being unapologetically Marcus. With a profound clarity, I envision myself continuing my journey of self-improvement by studying at Carnegie Mellon as a design major.

Wow Ive came this Far to the first day of me becoming a grown up. It was pretty cool it was the first day of the rest of my ¨life¨ my grown up life. I had my outfit all set up on the chair by my bed, you could definitely say that i was prepared.

This course has been the most challenging year of English yet, which is fitting because it culminates my last year of high school. In fact, I am writing this piece on my last day of high school. This is one of the last English classes I will ever take. I am not planning on majoring in English in college but I have truly learned to see the beauty of language I use every single day. It may sound cliché, but there is nothing more fulfilling than being able to express myself on paper. Thirteen years of English class (twelve excluding kindergarten) and in one year I finally learned comma placement, how to competently write a paper, and how to use databases which are a college staple. This portfolio is full of papers I have written using the knowledge attained throughout the course. All of the papers in this portfolio are from ENG 112 as it is the second semester. Although I thoroughly enjoyed writing some of the papers in first semester, I believe my skills were used more effectively during the second semester. I had more time to process my writing in the spring semester, which allowed for improved work.

I was sweating bullets. My face was red hot and I was shaking I was so nervous. It was my first day of school at my brand new school. We had recently bought a home in Michigan where as we used to live in Florida. I was a straight A student, but was very shy. I just couldn 't stand the thought of walking into a school full of kids I did not know.

I was born and grew up in Vietnam. I went through a lot of hard time in reading and writing back then, even in my mother language. There were some experiences which made me think that writing was a nightmare. Fortunately, I could graduate from high school. Then, I moved to the United States two years ago, and I had to face the new challenges. I had to go to the college where I had to read, write and communicate in English. Before I went to school, I always thought that how I could write an English essay while I could not even write a good Vietnamese essay, and how I could communicate with others. I became more stressful when the first day of school was coming up. However, after I finished the ESL classes, I realized that my attitude in reading and writing was changing little by little.