My Life In High School

The high school experience is something you'll never forget, even after graduating onto college and other careers. Toll Gate High School is a place where you learn who you are as a worker, but mostly as a person. Being in high school entails that teachers aren’t always going to be there to help with every situation or problem and that you have to fend for yourself with the large workload. This to me, was my wakeup call into true independence. Having independence is finally realizing that you are capable of doing things on your own without having somebody watching over you the entire time. After the eighth grade, I came to this realization. Whether the teacher was teaching the alphabet in kindergarten or teaching formal essays in eighth grade, I have always had teachers that would figuratively hold my hand with my work. I became so used to the fact that teachers would give me so much time for everything, that once I went to high school it just hit me. I have realized that I am fully capable of doing this, and the feeling of confidence turning in a report or paper will be genuine because it will be my accomplishment.

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

Going into high school didn’t give me the effect I was expecting. Instead of my usual indifference about life, I found a light at the end of the tunnel. My entire outlook was shifted from one point of the spectrum to its opposite. Everything I thought I knew had been revised in way. My experiences in high school have done a great job in shaping how I perceive the world. Freshman year is when I began learning about the real world.

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.

During the last four years of my high school life I came across a number of different teachers, all of them together had different styles of teaching and some were more positive than others. Be that as it may, despite the different characters that wanted to mentor me and those who care not too there were three women who gave of them self and did their best to teach a young Black girl a few extra things. Distinguished from their co-workers it showed me just what a great teacher is.

Like every Saturday morning in the spring, I found myself cramped up in the backseat of a car at an ungodly hour. With swim season ending today with the All-Star meet however, this would be the last time this year that I would have to worry about this specific discomfort, then I could focus on other 5-year-old things like my upcoming birthday. Until then, I’d have to ‘deal with it,’ something nobody my age ever wants to hear. Luckily for me, I fell asleep within a few minutes and didn’t have to endure the rest of the trip to Beaumont High School.

The past four years spent throughout the halls of my high school were filled with laughter, the undeniable mix of cultures, and the enforced golden rule, treat others how you would want to be treated. Throughout those four years I was granted opportunities to venture off to the city that has my heart, spontaneously volunteer my summer as a youth group leader, and meet the teacher who taught after retirement. And while I never could have predicted that life would turn the way it did, all I store is thanks because these few, however enormous events shaped me as well as my thinking towards the rest of the world.

When I was young, I did not do well in school and was not very social. I was the quiet person in the room that did not learn or understand anything. School and life was only about surviving and not failing, as I put minimal effort into everything I did. Only motivated to not be a complete failure. I was as bright as a muddy shoe. However, this shoe would soon be renewed, as my 8th grade Civics teacher, Mr. Caslavka, polished this shoe.

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.

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.

Like other kids, high school is a place where one tries to understand who they are and

Whats that? Don't you just love that sound? Ahhh the sound of school calling at 6:30 in the morning. And what school do you ask? High school of course! Now when you think of high school, what do you think of? The excitement, anticipation, or joy? I for one was one of those people who was ready to be a high school freshman. Like most, I craved that high school experience. As a child, I believed that high school musical was real and that my high school experience would be amazing, but truth be told it wasn’t as joyous as I’d thought. I can’t necessarily say that these years were my worst years, but they weren’t my best either. Truth be told the four years I’ve spent in high school were some of my most enlightening. I’ve learned so much about who Raesha was and who she wanted to be. Honestly, without the trials and tribulations of these four years, I doubt I would be here, at the illustrious Clark Atlanta University.

I snapped into reality, seeing an annoyed woman standing in front of me with her arms crossed. I wasn’t paying attention, so I just sat there not knowing the answer.

High school teachers tend to give “easy points” and not care too much about what students do and learn. In my experiences in high school all my teachers acted as if they didn’t care, leading to my inability to be prepared for college.