The plane with engulfed by the smell of lemon. The flight attendant had just come around to give out snacks when my unruly stomach decided it was the perfect time to unleash its full potential, into an airplane bag and onto my seat and my Spanish teacher’s husband. This haunting memory has never since been erased from my mind. I now reflect on this experience and share it. Upon realizing that if I opened up and took some steps out of my comfort zone, like spilling this juicy story, I was a much happier person in my own eyes and to other people.
It was a new year of school, everyone coming back and seeing each other was either a happy or unpleasant experience. I felt it was time to open up and reach out to new people, but my journey to this realization did not emerge without any roadblocks of course. In my entire school experience, stretching from 7th grade until 11th grade, I had kept myself on lockdown. The real Sofi was a goofy, caring person underneath the serious and slightly scared mask that was my expression. For example, I remember being humiliated as my 7th grade teacher read my text messages aloud to the class. I stood there with a hardened face but deep down, all I wanted to do was crawl into a hole and not exist. My long time best friend was one of the only people that saw the real me this whole time. Before Junior Year, I have had people who did not know me tell me, “You look like you’re someone who people are afraid to talk to, ” and, “You have good grades? I thought you didn’t care about anything!” Outside, I showed little emotion to this eye opening statement but deep down I was struck to the core. All I wanted was to not be known as the “weird girl” from middle school, so I tried to be as serious as I possibly could. Did I really want to be the cold, emotionless human people saw almost every day? I began to ask myself how do I change for the better. I vividly remember one summer night. I had come to my mother, terrified that I would be as lonely as I was forever. Only having that one person in my life that I had a connection to and hung out with me was gut wrenching. My mom told me to be as open as I possibly could and be honest with the people around me. I wanted to start, but I had no idea
My transition into high school was as easy as taking a breath. I had always found school quiet easy and I never had to put much effort into getting promising grades. Before high school I had my whole life figured out, or at least I thought I did. I had planned that I would attend a law school or major in English. After a while of being in high school I started to realize many things. My parents did not have the financial stability to send me to a law school, I was not as smart as all the other kids, little by little I began struggling with a negative mentality about myself and my future. I slowly let go of my dream of becoming a lawyer and decided to join the Health Careers Academy. Soon enough, I began to have a deep interest in the medical field but then again I continued to have the same question; how can I afford going to a medical school? I did not know much about college or what it took to get into college. I assumed I just had to have a pretty transcript and that was all it took. My self confidence began to lower as I saw how other students cruised through their high school years so effortlessly. I never wanted to ask for help because I did not want to seem “dumb”. I would bite my tongue and hold in all the unanswered questions I had. My junior year, I was having a very difficult time. I had a tight schedule which consisted of almost all AP or honors courses. I slowly began to give up because I did not believe that I could do it. I let my grades slip failing almost
Starting high school is always nerve wracking. New people, new responsibilities, and it's a step closer to gaining your independence. Normally students just move to the local high school within their district, but not me. While I was preparing to move to Bayard Rustin High School my parents had other plans. In the summer of 2013 My family and I moved from West Chester, Pennsylvania to Hummelstown, Pennsylvania. The new house was only an hour and a half away from the town I grew up in, but it was foreign. I didn’t know anyone, or where to meet people. It took the entire summer before I finally made some friends.
High School is said to be the easiest time of a young adult’s life. Our teachers help us and remind us to turn in our work. We don’t even have to study much for our test. We don’t have to pay taxes either. But in college, you have to pay for everything, including taxes and room and board. In high school we just kind of coast through and take what our parents do for us for granted. I will discuss my first prom in sophomore year and building prom as a junior.
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.
The high school experience is something that will forever dominate the psyche of most American adults. It was an unforgettable time of fun, rebel-rousing, summer loves and parties. It was a time of warm summer days at the pool and chilly autumn nights, watching the football team and wondering were the party was going to be that night. School dances and hotel parties. Seems like all I can remember are the good times. High School is a very emotional time for many teens and everything matters. The insidious problems that I had to face are but a smudge on my memory, things like too much homework, zits, mean people, gossip, and algebra. The social atmosphere that permeated every aspect of high school could
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.
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.
As a student in high school, there were some minor challenges throughout high school. The first was managing the transition from the New York Public school to Newark Public School. Even so, I've experience bad times and I am living proof that everything always works out and perseverance is a learning lesson that challenges are always temporary. We as individuals have to be strong and patient to get through the storm. As a clinical psychologist, I want to help and guide people through the challenging times. I also love helping out those who are in need of getting the words they need to hear in their time of need. I’ve experienced bad times and I am living proof that, in the end everything is going to be alright. High school for me wasn’t the best with typical drama, broken friendships, broken hearts, and personal problems that have challenge me in great depths, but I believed in myself and learned how to cope with my issues and also help my friends.
As I exited middle school, it wasn’t a smooth transition. In fact, it was more like the ending scene from Titanic when everyone is jumping ship, hoping that they wouldn’t die. Of course, I’m over exaggerating, but it felt exactly like that. I was Rose, a young Kate Winslet, clinging to a unhinged door floating out to sea, praying for the best. I hoped, even prayed that high school would be better than my middle school experience. That it would be better than getting beat up into corners and getting called gay slurs. Now I don’t want to write this essay, and have you feel bad for me. I’m completely fine. I transferred my self hate into eating chocolate covered almonds and peanut butter. I’m happy with myself, and that’s all because of one experience from high school that changed my life.
Here I sit in composition class, finally in my senior year. Many things have changed from when I first entered high school to the present—and I’m not just talking about my chest size. My friends, job, school experience and love life have all, thankfully, taken a turn for the better.
As a small child in elementary school, I can remember the anticipation of unstructured recess that followed our daily lunch routine. Ordinarily, the bell for lunch would ring. The teacher would line everyone up and that is when the excitement would erupt. Immediately the chatter of little voices commenced among the students as they collaborated with their peers about what they desired to conquer first. At that very moment imaginations exploded! Were to begin? Would be the question on everyone’s mind. Where would the perfect place to meet up with your friends be? Would it be the luxurious field full of dandelions? Or the merry-go-rounds, slides, swings, monkey bars, jump ropes, the possibilities were endless. The instant lunchtime was over the teachers would open the portal to a wondrous world of whimsical delight: The Playground! Instantly the deafening sound of screeching chairs sliding across the cafeteria floor would erupt. Followed simultaneously with the rumble of wild, uncontrollable energy bursting through the cafeteria doors. Students scattered uncontrollably; running competitively to their previously discussed desired positions. FREEDOM a time to run wild with no cares, no worries, a time to jump, and holler. A time to enjoy being a kid. A time to appreciate being with friends. A measure of time with limited restrictions unstructured recess. Years ago we did not comprehend that this type of interaction actually aids the human body with development of social, mental,
Entering the high school as a freshman is a whole new experience. There’s many new opportunities as a student. If it’s either in your classes, clubs, sports, or school activities. The transition between the middle school to the high school was very smooth for me. All of my teachers prepared me well for entering this new stage in my live. I believe I’m a very hardworking person. I like to be organized and have all my things in place. School is one of my main priorities at the moment. I want to have the best future as possible, go to a great college, have a good home and a happy family. I value spending time with my family and friends. Growing up with your family and doing all the things and routines that they do, really shapes the type of person you are and the one you’ll be in the future. I look up to my parents very much. My dad and mom are very hardworking and they want the best for my brother, my sister and I. I really enjoy traveling and experiencing all new different types of cultures, foods, and music. I believe culture is such an important part of what makes a person who they are. My family’s ethnicity is Colombian. Everything about Colombia makes you feel so heartwarming, and it’s such a beautiful country. Traveling just lets you escape from reality and makes you feel like a whole different person. It helps you take a breath and relax. Making the best of your time is really my go-to. You never know what is ahead of you, so just do what you enjoy and love. Get out
Like other kids, high school is a place where one tries to understand who they are and
My own educational experience has taught me that school is not about learning as much as it is about getting good grades and assignments done. Student are expected to be successful once out of high school but all a student does is complete the homework that they were assigned.”Thus, it shouldn't be surprising that when students are told they'll need to know something for a test- or, more generally, that something they're about to do will count for a grade- they are likely to view that task ( or book or idea) as a chore.”(Kohn) Instead of schools worrying about the materialistic things, they can receive from their students scoring well on a standardized test, they should focus on their students receiving a proper education. A schools is like a second home where we spend majority of our time at. After school activities take up a large amount of a student's time, there have been days I’ve been at school past 9pm sometimes even later, especially during basketball season. Although educational institutions claim to have the student’s best interest in mind they don’t; schools have a job to do which is educating the future generation, high school should be about learning instead of a competition, and many school do not prepare their students for what is to come after graduation.
On that hot day, the high school students were laughing and they lay stretched-out—near the walls. Some of them were aggressively touching one another.