My Life At The High School

I vividly remember that chilly night in March as I walked out of Fifer, the building my father now calls home, for the first time. I had goosebumps, but they were not from the cold I felt hit my skin. Instead, they were from the sickness in my stomach. As I got in the car, I began to cry and had to stop myself from running back inside. My entire world had turned upside-down. How could I go home without my father? How could I leave him in a nursing home, a place where he was too young and mentally fit to be confined? I had to fight the feeling that he didn’t belong. I had to remind myself of why he chose to be there, and I hated it.

Warily, I walked over to where my father was standing right outside the school, waiting for Cole and I, when I saw he had shades on, I knew for sure that something was wrong, due to the fact he never wore shades. When we were to the pick-up my whole family was in there. Noticing, when I jumped in the pick-up, my mother also had shades on. Anxiously, I sat there attentively for the longest second of my life, then my father stammered to us that grandfather had passed away. Countless emotions were running through me, overwhelmed; I didn’t know what to think, raving; owing to they said he was going to be adequate, grieving; due to I didn’t get to talk t6o my grandfather before he passed

High School has definitely given me many potentials. Transferring from Leuzinger High School to Moreno Valley High School has made me noticed that I’ve learned a lot such as: how to problem solve, how to not give up on myself, and how to accomplish difficult tasks. For example, when I attended Leuzinger High School, I wasn’t open-minded. This is because I didn’t take any useful opportunity for granted such as tutoring or extra credit. Then, when I moved to Moreno Valley High School, I finally took a chance to take any opportunity into consideration because more people influenced me, which made me believe in myself. The first opportunity I took for myself was going to tutoring for honors pre calculus. Because I played sports, I had to balance

There came a time in my life when reality hit me like a bus. It was the day I got my first high school transcript, and I was very anxious to see what it was all about. I was shocked to find out that a cheerleader who I knew wasn't that brilliant, was beating me in rank.

We all sat around the table. Silence filled the room, until he finally shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. That was the only interaction in the last five minutes. Tension was building, and all I could do was sit still in my seat waiting for my father to finally break the tension that everyone in the room felt. He looked at every one of us and took in a deep breath, the only time I’ve ever seen my father’s demeanor this way was when he announced that my grandfather had passed away. He opened his mouth and words began to flow out one by one. I sat there speechless in denial as my father continued explaining the situation we were facing and how everything in our lives was going to change in the next two months. The only thing I could

Back when i was in middle school and i was a pretten and was barely becoming a teenager.in middle school i had just switched schools twice. Switching schools wasn't easy for me it made things harder for me. I was failing most of my classes as a seventh grader; i §had §hit a point in my life where i gave up. Then one day my dad had gone into my room and said Asmariah you need to stop doing whatever you're doing and get started on your homework and get on top of your school work

I grew up on a farm in southwestern Iowa outside of a town named Harlan. My dad is a farmer and has not moved out of our county his entire life. My mom was a teacher in the Harlan School District for 27 years, before resigning in 2013. I spent much of my childhood split between two places: our family farm and my mom’s classroom. I ran through the cornfields just as much as I ran through the hallways of her school. As time went on, I spent less time on the farm and more time in classrooms.

High School isn’t easy at all and you’re starting at a new school. For Me it was very hard. I barely knew anyone at the school, so my whole 9th grade year I was to myself. I was the very quiet girl that sat in the back and people probably thought I was weird. But, I didn’t Know anyone. Yes, My sister was a Senior and We had like one class together but, other than that I didn’t talk to anyone really. I tried my best to get to know different people and try to step out my box but it was sooo hard. I didn’t know anyone. There was a lot of mean people in High School, High school is very cruel and horrible and I hate high school. I knew before I started it was going to be very hard I thought it was going to be simple and fun. It wasn’t neither of those to be honest.

My High School career was not an easy one. Save preschool, my entire life had been spent in one school, Ambassadors for Christ Academy. Now I have learned of it’s notoriety as a failure of an institution, but at the time my ignorant caregivers chose to overlook the obvious negatives and hold fast to their overconfidence in their own decisions. All this in mind, I knew everyone in my freshman class, most of them on a rather intimate level. I would be lying if I said I held much else but the sort of rancid hatred one gets from being far too familiar with someone. My middle school years had been plagued with depression and bad times, so expectations moving forward were low. Knowing things would be bad, and that even the best situations there would rapidly deteriorate, I held the kind of optimism an abuse survivor has. You know, somewhere in the limited views I had been able to shamble together, I held the hope that the serially repugnant institution would stumble over some reprieve for it’s tortured students. This hope was fostered by those close to me. There were few people more supportive and loving to me than my grandmother, Ruby. She and my mother were the closest relatives I had, and they fostered this tiny spark of hope, for better or worse. To hope for such luck was foolish, and like hopes were punished. Things continued to get worse, until my family finally saw the light and encouraged me to leave my sophomore year. While the administration fought my departure, as they

High school. Where you get over 1000 teenagers together and make them feel as uncomfortable as possible while attempting to prepare them for their futures. Needless to say, some mistakes will be made by each and every one of them. Preparing for the future is scary but it’s something everyone has to do eventually. Of course every high school has that “college readiness” week where they try and scare students into thinking about what college to go to when they’re only 15. It can get pretty stressful, and when stress gets to you, it can make you do weird things. With all of the stress about the future coming at me head first, I had a hard time making the right choices. On top of that, I was only a little sophomore who didn’t have many friends while trying to push my way through this whole “high school” thing. So of course I made stupid choices, but who doesn’t. With all the new and scary things I figured I might as well add Chemistry to that list as well.

The air was crisp, the sun just starting to peek up over the tree line, a small amount of fog filling the air on what seemed to be a usual fall morning. Par usual I forced myself out of bed dragging my feet to the kitchen like a prisoner on death row, already dreading whatever it was that the day was going to hold. Just like any other teenager checking my phone, was a priority early in the morning, catching up on whatever it is that I may have missed while sleeping. But, something like wasn't right, a text message notification from my mother saying “come wake me up”, stealthy walking through the house careful to not disturb anyone i walked to her bedroom, to find her already awake, strange i thought to myself. I said good morning as she shifted around, getting a better view of me. “Madeline, you're not going to school today, your dad was in a motorcycle accident last night.” she said. With those words piercing through the air around us, I was ripped from my sleepy daze and wide awake. Standing in the middle of that dark bedroom with only the small beam of light coming through the cracked door, i felt the utter darkness consume me wholey. My heart had took a plunge in this newly dig hole inside of me taking my stomach with it. Gathering the courage to speak and finding my voice I whispered “Is he dead?” She replied back with “Not yet, but honey this is bad.” Growing up in a household with a mother as a nurse, I knew this was no exaggeration. I felt sick, like i had be riding

Since the dawn of time I have always been that shy kid in the back of the class. Through my elementary school years I was known as the teacher's pet and I loved it. I would always be the one to help my teachers with grading papers, or being able to write on the board. Basically, I got away with a lot of stuff. Fast forward a few years and we end up in middle school. Some of the best and worst days of my life. My shyness still followed me like a shadow but every once and awhile that shadow disappeared when someone broke through and took the time to get to know me. I’m usually not the one to go up to people and start a conversation, I let people do that. In my head I think, ‘if they want to talk to me then they will’. This is the reason I have few friends, I’m very selective. So with my few friends we stuck around and made it to eighth grade where we got all pumped up for high school and we started to hear about this five year plan called early college. We went on a field trip soon after and I fell in love with the opportunity for a brighter future in a shorter amount of time. I quickly applied but tried not to think about it much because I knew that if I did that I would get my hopes up when they were only selecting a handful of kids from our school. I had this doubt in the back of my mind that I wouldn’t be good enough for this school when everyone around me kept telling me I’d make it. To my surprise, I did. When I got accepted it was one of the biggest life changing

The idea came upon me late on a Sunday night in early February. An idea that me and my buddies from high school need one last get together before the end of the semester. Yes, the end of the semester is not for another 2 months, but many of my friends go to a variety of different colleges which means many different weeks of spring break. I realized that this would be our last chance together so let’s go home this weekend and get together. We ran with the idea. We all found ways back home and our plan was to get together that Friday night. I looked forward to that Friday night all week, but when that Friday night came it was all ruined by a guy that would do anything to never be unfair to someone on purpose.

One of my maids had come in to see if I would come out of bed today but I was not feeling like it. She frowned at me and said “It been two weeks since the funeral Amelia you cannot stay in here forever.” The maid had left me looking frustrated at my choices. My mother funeral was beautiful. So many of her friends came to see her and said so many beautiful things. I could barely get the words out with bursting into a million tears. I just kept thinking about how young and beautiful she is. If only she was still here she would tell me something to make me feel better. I decided to curl up even tighter in my sheet grasping them and never wanting to let go. I heard a knock at my door. The maid shouted at me, “Emmett’s here do you want me to let him in?” I looked at myself in the mirror a shell of what used to be a full girl. My hair was knotted up and I haven’t showered in at least a couple days. I really could care less so I retreated to my bed and told her to invite him in. Emmett brought me my favorite comedy movie and some snacks. Unlike the maid he did not try to force me out but instead he made me more confortable where I am. He went over to the blinds and opened them up giving me view of the garden. It was filled with roses they had finally bloomed. I had been so busy the last couple of month I never even noticed. The he opened the doors leading out to my balcony and step outside talking a breath of fresh air. He looked over at me and said jokingly “Now it will smell

As I sit inside this cold and dingy home I hear the doorbell from what seems miles away. Making my way to the door I hear a loud voice from the other side of the door “Jake, I finally made it!”. I open the door and she continues “the ride was horrible! Didn’t think I was gonna make it.” This was the last thing I wanted to hear. Deep inside I wished she hadn’t make it. I felt anger and disappointment seeing her. I held it in and gave her a half grind. We stood at the door with what seemed like a century. Her voice then snapped me back to reality. She said, “Are you doing to let me in silly?” I replied “yes, yes of course!”. As we walked together pass the large living room into the kitchen all the memories of this house rushed me. I remember the year she and I played throughout this house. How happy our company our grandparents. Entering the kitchen she leans over, placing her arms around me and giving me a huge hug. Her warmth was what I had sought after for months. Her hugs felt as if our grandmother was once again hugging me. I smiled for the first time in months. At that moment I want to hold her and sob. Although, my resentment and anger didn’t allow me to. She then turned to the house and said “this house feels so warm and full of life.” At that moment I wanted to reply how that could be? We have lost the person that would make this house feel alive. Yet, I kept my mouth shut. She continued “grandma would be so proud of you.” “You were always her favorite”. Then the