I never truly did have a high school experience, sure I had a dozen or so friends, but my relationships with them lacked depth. We may have seen each other on the weekends and laughed at each other’s jokes, but in the end it was entirely meaningless. We had almost nothing in common besides the fact that we attended the same school. The only reason I had made friends with them in the first place was simply out of necessity, after all, no one wants to be that kid that sits alone at the lunch table
As I gain more experience through learning in situations I find myself in, my mind flashes back to memories I have gained. A native of inner city Charlotte, North Carolina, many of my memories inspire me to continue growing with knowledge, so that I can help those whose decisions have mentally hindered them from growing intellectually. My mother had me at the age of sixteen, so the first knowledge I obtained about the world was learned through her experience as a teenage mother with dark skin in
I walked into the school. My parents were right behind me, and I tried to keep my breathing at a normal pace. Inhale, exhale. Inhale, exhale. I can do this. I told myself. It was the day of the audition — my audition — for the Regional Arts Program, more specifically the visual arts section. I didn’t think I’d even make it to the front door of the school, and yet here I was. I think back to grade seven, when I lugged around a sketchbook, drawing during class. For any and every art project, (or even
My junior year was the third and final year that I was enrolled in the business academy at my high school. Being in the business academy was just a sophisticated way of saying that I was taking an online business course through a local community college. It also meant that I was automatically a part of a career and technical student organization called Business Professionals of America. For the three previous years, I had participated in the Regional BPA Competition, however, I fell short one
I graduated highschool a year early. I was seventeen years old and it was in the year of 2015. I decided in January 2015 that I was ready to be done with my high scool career,so I went to talk to my counselor and expressed to her that I was ready to walk the stage as soon as possible. The counselor starred at her desktop and got to work for about five to ten mintes, then she looked at me and said "Well, alright the earliest you can graduate is August 2015." I think I may have just stared at her blankly
I was greeted as soon as I entered the school, with a “Welcome to the secondary campus!” from a teacher I was unfamiliar with. It was the first day of sixth grade, and I was entering a brand new school for my middle school years. I was confidently wearing my new pink Hollister collared shirt and a pair of all white Nike kicks. It was the first time my mother had ever let me get shoes with white soles, because I was prone to getting sneakers dirty. I had a lesser likelihood of that this year, because
out of my bed to look at my clock. It reads six o’clock in the morning. Going down my checklist in my head I start getting ready for the day. Today is the first day of band camp. Two weeks of sweating your ass off in the blazing Florida sun and enjoying every minute of it. First day Jitters seem to always happen to me; No matter if this is the first time or the fifth time. Its funny to think about band how it has sculpted me in to the person I am today. It’s my junior year of high school. Being
enjoyed certain classes. Perhaps stereotypically of some high school students, I do not feel as if I learned much that was useful for later life directly from my classes themselves. My long term career interests do not align with that of science nor of math. My brain is rather selective with what it chooses to learn. Anything that I am not invested in becomes unbearably boring and difficult to learn. Subsequently, my studiousness falters. My classes dragged by hour by hour as I sat through the constant
struggled with school considering I have always received A’s. But I would always second guess myself whenever a teacher called on me. There was one class that I always hated going to because all of the “popular” boys were in there. I always thought they would say something if I talked in front of the class. I was afraid to express my opinions to others even when they would ask me about what I thought. I hated speaking in front of people. I would get nervous so when I would talk my voice would be
During my high school experience there has been a growth on everything from when I was in middle school. I have grown personally because I have made numerous new friends that I never knew that I was going to encounter. I have grown academically by taking geometry this year, which genuinely expanded my knowledge in math, especially since I desire to have a career in a math related subjects. Finally I grew at sports because I have been doing much superior in my running. As a freshmen at Godinez high