It was freshman year in high school, and I was ecstatic about the fact that I can officially refer to myself as a high school student. However, not everything was perfect, nor filled with sunshine and rainbows. It was just two weeks into the school year when I faced my first arduous obstacle.
People tend to believe that high school is what defines your life. It is where you create who you are and what your future will be, but that isn’t the truth. In high school, I was a person that I didn’t want to be. I was the shy new girl
High School was difficult for me I will admit. I went through a lot of change in my life and I had a hard time adjusting to new environments. I tried hard though and I realized my own strengths and shortcomings. One Of the hardest things to adjust to was the acceptance of choosing whether I wanted a social life or a school life. I couldn’t correctly balance work between friends. My struggle occurred throughout my entire high school career. Even to this day I have a hard time. I wanted to feel apart and be considered the nice and fun one of the group. I wanted to be invited places even though I knew the truth was I wouldn’t be allowed to go. My social life in eleventh grade was hard. I didn’t hang out very often and I secluded myself. I look back on that year and regret nothing though. It made my 12th grade year so much easier. I don’t remember the class I took or the name of one eleventh grade teacher; Although, they were a huge inspiration to me. They told me that I wouldn’t regret my effort in twenty years, I would regret not trying hard enough. That was scary for me. Everybody says “You only live once” and they’re right. I won’t judge others people's decisions but I only have one time to make it big. The only way I will make it to where I want to be is if I do it myself. As much as I hated that year, I loved the results. I aced my PSATs and made it as one of the finalists. I remember that moment when I found out. I was so excited. I didn’t make first or even top ten but I
Until the summer of my sophomore year, I was unquestionably shy. I was the kid whose raised hand lifted four inches off the table and who slouched over her sketches of strangers. That summer, I was forced to change. A pre-college program for the nerdiest of nerds at Carnegie Mellon called
Starting off as a freshmen I was very quiet, I was scared of the teachers and classmates. Everyday was a struggle to get into the classrooms my body would shake, my hands would sweat, and my voice would tremble. Each and everyday felt like the first day of school. I hated the way I acted and looked at school as if it were a challenge. Being social became like solving a binary code. I could not figure out how to talk to people everyone made it seem so easy to connect to one another. I felt like a foreigner who did not know how to speak English. For the rest of the year I let myself be in isolation only speaking to my friends I have meet in middle school. As the new year came around I felt compelled to break the habit of being preserved. I went in with the intention of making at least four new friends. I knew it was something I needed to come out of if, I wanted to succeed in the near future and interacting was definitely needed for internships or job applications. Being very serious about wanting to grow as an individual I tried out for our school cheer. As I waited in line for a number to try out I was ready to just drop it and leave. My friend told me it was gonna be fine and I remained in line. As tryouts went on I felt so confident I was surprised myself. While learning the motions and dance I felt relieved. For the first time I was alive interacting with everyone who was trying out it was truly the time of my life. Two days later time to tryout came. I was me again.
Walking into the Stem Academy I didn't know what to expect. I met my friends Olivia, Makaila, London, Rebecca, and Shya. I had Mr. Jain as my homeroom teacher, he was a very good teacher just hard to understand sometimes. This whole year I passed all of my classes, this year was kind of easy to me. My behavior was really good this year I got an E for conduct the second quarter and then the rest were S, but I didn't really get into much trouble this year. I liked the way that our schedules were set up because we got to kind of explore the school and if we knew some of the older kids we would be able to socialize with them. I also liked the fact that we were able to get Ipads instead of having books to carry around. It's really neat to be able to communicate with teachers and turn in work electronically. This is how my six grade school year went as far as the school work. With social and extracurricular activities I had a lot of fun with these. We had fights, party's, dress downs, and also more fights. I went to basketball tryouts but I was so bad at basketball, that I didn't make it. It didn't really matter that I didn't make the team because I still played AAU basketball. I went out for soccer but that wasn't really for me, I only tried because my friends did. The fights were really childish and stupid. The only fight we really had this year is when Kejuan body slammed Toriano onto the ground by his head. There wasn't really too many party’s but when there were some
I started high school in September of 2014 and I was still trying to adjust country because I had moved from Guyana to the U.S.A. I faced many challenges when starting new school but nothing could be compared to my experiences with Algebra. I remembered I had Algebra 1 (5th period). As I walked down the long, noisy hallway decorated with posters that held announcements surrounded by white and purple walls, all I can think of is going to my class. I was nervous and I could feel beads of sweat forming on my forehead and shivers running up my spine like the speed of light. I stop for a minute. I have arrived at the Algebra and slowly walked into the class to the back debating if I should just run out of class and go to the counselor. However, I decided to stay today and I headed to the back of the class where no one will notice me. I call the back of my class the “safe place” because it is where I can drown out reality for 45 minutes. I started the do now and it was talking about equations, I tried to do it but I couldn’t. It was time to exchange our do now’s to be graded by our partners . I got back my grade and I was upset because I couldn’t even get 1 question right. I began to wonder if I will ever be successful in this class and I was even thinking about whether or not it was a good choice to come to America to become a failure. Looking around at my classmates I saw that they were understanding the teacher and passing with good grades but I wasn’t. I remember back in my
(Hook) “English teachers put more thought into a novel than the actual author did” (Teenager Post #4155). English is a subject that is difficult, and usually, it ends up being detailed and a lot of work because of the way teachers push their students. (Controlling Idea) When entering into high school, I was signed up to take the class Honors English Nine, which turned out to be a stressful experience because of the this in depth work. (GS1) In high school honors courses, I as Freshmen was faced with academic difficulty in some classes that I didn’t experience in middle school. (GS2) Eventually, more fun came with the more advanced classes while in school. (GS3) While in the honors classes, I as a student absorbed a lot of material and lessons from our teachers who pushed us. (THESIS) Throughout Mrs. Oles’s Honors English Nine, I experienced a range of (I) difficulties through her honors-level class, (II) balanced out by carefree fun, (III) and ultimately many learning experiences.
Whaaaannnnn! I hear as I wake up wiping my eyes. My one year old son Ashton is screaming his eyes out. I then waddled into the bedroom where he was laying and quickly put him back to sleep. I finally started to fall back asleep myself before I heard knocking on the bedroom door. It was my mother saying “Wake up it’s time for school”. I then laid in the bed and closed my eyes as I tried to get a few more minutes of rest when my mother then yelled from the other room “Get up, you are going to make me late for work”. I then knew from there it was going to be a long school year.
As you begin your high school journey, there are many things that you should know. First off, hallway etiquette: walk on the right side of the hallway, and although it may be tempting, do not run or scream. All of the upperclassman will be thankful if you do this. Although proper hallway etiquette is what many seniors want freshmen to know, there are many more important lessons to be shared to find success in high school. You must do your best at all times, but also learn to cope with failure when things do not work out the way you had hoped. Do not take anything for granted, and always be grateful. Your experiences in high school will change you, and it is vital that you use these experiences to grow.
“Hey, move out of my seat!” she snarled at me. “Of course princess.” I fakely replied back. But I still moved. There’s nothing else I could’ve done. I would’ve had to face another day of insults and curses hurled at me by her and her entourage’s petty mouths. It’s not
At first there is nothing, it is dark. The only visible lights are the blue glows emitted from the work bulbs, and a small yellow line of light seeping in from under the grand curtain. I am in a frozen scene, a life, a story that is not my own. It is as if all the people around me turned to stone, and there I stood among them trying not to shake. The grand drape begins to squeak as it slowly glides open. For a moment the faces in the crowd looking up at me are visible, and the spotlights come on. Breaking the silence, the frozen statues and I begin to blink and come to life. This is how every performance began in the theatre productions I participated in at my high school. Theatre gave me an outlet to escape reality while creating a beautiful piece of art amongst newly blossoming friendships.
The day I left home for the first time to start Junior High was a bright day, brimming with hope and optimism. I’d always done well at school, so expectations for me were high, and I had gleefully set foot into a new chapter of student life, relationships and experiences. Now appearances, of course, can be deceptive, and to an extent, this spirited and energetic persona of mine had only been a veneer, although a very convincing one. The truth is underneath of it all, I was deeply unhappy, insecure and fundamentally frightened-- frightened of other people, of the future, of failure, and of the emptiness that I felt was within me. Despite all of this, I was very skilled at hiding it, and from the outside I appeared to be someone with everything to hope for and aspire to. This fantasy of invulnerability was so complete that I had even deceived myself, and by the end of the first year, no one could’ve predicted what was about to happen.
At first I thought high school was going to be a breeze, but was not a breeze at all. The classes seem very hard for me. I tried my very best even though I thought it was hard. I gave my freshman classes my all but still getting ok grades I wanted an A on my class work but I was not getting those grades. I felt like a big failure. So I started not to care I gave up really gave up. I started not doing my work and stop participating in class. I was skipping class not giving a care in the world. I kept getting into trouble. Always in the dens office and that was just my freshman year. My report card was really unacceptable I would cry when I see my grades but I know It’s because I would skip class and not do my work. Summer was coming up school is getting to an end and I got my report cards again and I see my GPA was so horrible and my guidance consul Mr. Martin called me down to his office to talk to me about my grades and that I’m starting freshman year all over again . He was telling me to get on track, it’s not the end of the world that I can still do it if I focused on my work. So I told my guidance consul Mr. Martin I would do my best.