My Life in Highschool

During my time at Junior High i’ve always had things come so easy to me, and I loved it. I would get decent grades without having to study for the tests, the homework was straightforward, and the teachers loved me. Being the average know-it-all child I was, I thought this would’ve carried out into high school. I spent my freshman year struggling because I didn’t quite understand that yet. It wasn’t until my second semester of sophomore year I finally made a change, and it showed a considerable amount. I kept the ambition up throughout my junior year, received a job as a CNA, and stayed busy managing wrestling.

High school in its self is an experience. There are many activities and opportunities to take part in. I have been provided the opportunity to have experience many of these during the course of my high school career. The one that stands out to me as most satisfying was when the girls volleyball team went to state. However, I am not a member of the volleyball team; I am a part of the band.

Before high school, I was quite sheltered in a small middle school with limited technological advancements. Going into high school, I was exposed to a great amount of resources that I never had before. For example, each freshman student was given a chromebook to use for the rest of our high school career. The opportunities provided to me by my high school helped me understand to never overlook experiences and resources that will be beneficial to myself and others. Choir has also been a major part of my high school experience. Without choir, I would not have been exposed to performing or the dedication it takes to fit a performing arts into my schedule. Performing is an artform that I love and plan to continue during college. I am very interesting

If you were to ask me if I liked my high school life here in the U.S. three years ago, I would give you a definite, one worded answer, “No.” It was my fourth year since I had moved from China to New York, I had thought that I had gotten used to the life here, until the first day of high school that screwed everything up. Everything in Midwood was totally different from what I had expected, or, from what I had experienced. Everything was new to me; I had never been used to move from class to class in between periods, and meet different people every time in a new class. As a timid person myself, everything in high school was making me uncomfortable. I felt as if I would never make any friends or even survive in this big school.

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

College life is very different from High School. Longer classes in some cases longer break periods, and trying to balance your life at work, school, and home can be very overwhelming for most students, making it very important to have a schedule and daily planner to better balance life at school and home.

Ang pangalan ko ay Bianca, “My name’s Bianca.” but my friends call me “B” for short. I do have various witless nicknames like “Bob” or “BB Grill” but I wouldn’t prefer being called any of those names unless you want the whole class to laugh. During my first day, I perceived Stockdale as a welcoming school. Especially because my teachers were affable and approachable. I am aware of all the obstacles along the way, but that’s not going to stop me from reaching my aspirations. All in all, I’m looking forward to spending my high school years in Stockdale and I know it will provide me with good memories, knowledge and fun times.

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

“Sorry, I can’t. I have homework.” That was the constant excuse I used in high school when my friends asked if I wanted to hang out. Junior year of high school was a rough year for me--not only was I taking six AP classes in one year, but I was also in the marching band which dominated a lot of my time. I was so invested in all of these that I forgot how to even socialize. I would negate a lot of my friends and family who wanted to gather and just spend some time with me. Now, don’t get me wrong, this does not mean that I was a loser by any means, I loved to “hang” and party and all the typical teenager tropes. It was just that year. That one year that I screwed myself over with a crap ton of demanding classes. That one year I wish I could do all over again. That one year that would have been enormously simpler had I been amicable enough to accept other people into my life. Which leads to the situation that most strongly defines what my dilemma during my junior year: I should have gone to the movies instead.

High School is a very crucial place for most people, but I can definitely say it was very difficult for me. I did well in school, well enough for me. Now, to me the requirements to graduate high school seemed too difficult for one person, then again, most people manage to do; let me rephrase that: it seemed too difficult for me. I guess the main focus throughout this memoir is; when does your life truly begin? At the start of birth or the walk across the stage? Well, here’s how mines began.

One event that was lifechanging for me was my senior year of high school I decided to be a part of the Every 15 Minutes Program. This was a two-day program that included juniors and seniors to help prevent their peers from drinking and driving on the night of Prom. On the first day of this program, every fifteen minutes that passed on the clock, the intercom would come on throughout the entire school to announce that someone had “died”. This announcement would start with an introduction that read, “Every fifteen minutes someone dies due to a drinking and driving accident” and then they would say the name of the individual who has just died. After this took place, the grim reaper would go into the classroom, in which the student who had “died”, and he would state a beautiful introduction of that individual. The student would then put on a black and white mask and go into a classroom and hide out there for the rest of the school day.

I grew up in a life where I was told I needed to go to church at 8:20 every Tuesday, had to wear collared shirts of only red, white, or blue that are to be tucked into my khaki pants, held up by the mandatory belt, and I had better pray to Jesus that I can sneak past the teachers with my forbidden neon socks. This life was Catholic School. Attending Resurrection, honestly, was pretty fantastic; of course, no kid wanted to wear those tragic uniforms every day when they know other kids are wearing sweatpants, but I enjoyed school.

High school is supposed to be the best four years of your life but for me it was not even close. My freshman year was the year I knew I was going to be miserable for the next 3 years. Lets just have a brief run down of my first year of high school.

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. 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.