“BEEP BEEP BEEP.... BEEP BEEP BEEP” , the sound from my alarm clock makes me wake up, I yawn for a long . I turn over, hang my hand, turn off the alarm clock and look at the desk, many papers books on it , last night I studied for all night. Today I will have 5 semester tests and I have to pass the tests! This week will be my last in high school, I’m a senior right now . I Put my feet on the floor, walk so slow to the bathroom , brush my teeth , wash my face and prepare stuffs to go to school. I walk down stairs, very slowly and lightly to make sure that I will not wake anybody up. I put my backpack on the table, check on what I have in refrigerator to make breakfast. This morning I will eat scrambled eggs with bread, I thought. So I
I feel sick when I wake up because my nerves are getting the best of me. I get up and pick out my cutest outfit. I'm scared that the people at this school won't like it because who knows what they'll say. As I'm getting ready I daydream about what could happen today at school. My father has already left for work by the time I was ready to go. My mother kissed my cheek as she handed me my lunch telling me little motivational things in my ear. I walk down to my corner to wait for my bus to come. There's a
I got to my apartment and had a huge headache. I shouldn’t have drank that much well off to sleep for me. I did my homework at the library earlier so I don’t need to do that. This is the one week I do it anyway. I yawn once more and climb into my dark bed sheets.I snuggle underneath and drift off to sleep. If only I knew someone was watching me the whole day. I woke up the next day, showered, and brushed my hair for the weekend. I love weekends, no school and no worries. I closed the curtains of my bay window so the whole room would be dark and went down stairs to the burning smell of pancakes. Uck… I hate pancakes.
At 5:30 I hear the irritating sound of the alarm and hesitantly start to wake up. When I finally manage to pull myself out of bed I slowly amble over to the bathroom and start getting ready. Many thoughts are running through my head as I try to remember where my classes are. Once I get downstairs I sit down to eat breakfast and think about the day ahead. At 6:40 I shuffle outside to wait for my ride. Eventually we get to Anderson, I pick up my humongous book bag and hope that I didn’t forget anything. When I am opening my locker my hands start shaking as I turn the lock. I get to Spanish at 7:00 and anxiously wait to see people I know walk in. Thankfully, I know a lot of girls in my class and I settle in. Once Spanish is over I walk/sprint
I can feel the wind blowing through my hair as I speed away from school on the last day before summer break. I continue to speed up as I get farther away from teachers, sports, and my classmates. It wasn’t until I see red and blue lights and hear the sirens of a cop car pulling up right on the tail of my car that I slowed down. I look at my speedometer, turns out I was going fifteen miles above the legal speed limit. I try to smooth talk the officer… Why did it have to be HIM. By him I mean the officer who was pulling me over for speeding, but this is the third time he had pulled me over… He tells me that using my father’s name couldn’t save me this time. I was going to be in DEEP trouble when I got home. Good thing dad was still at the station
It was a typical day for B lunch. I stood by my usual trash can and began to observe the behaviors of the students. One of my favorite tables to listen in on is a very nearby table full of high school seniors: Abby, the intelligent reader with common sense; Lainey, the tired one who complains a lot; Bill, the patriotic redneck wannabe who dabs too much; Michael Parsons, the flamboyant, optimistic flower-child; Karla, the loud overachiever who boasts way too much; and Caleb, the shy observer of the table who only talked occasionally.
We had just gotten off the bus at Benton High School and almost all the girls had to go to the bathroom, as usual. I never had to go after a long bus ride which was weird but whatever. After everyone had put their gear on Coach Watt yelled for us to start warming up. Jayden and I went to the goal as usual and did our ladders. We started to do a couple things on our own when the girls told us they were ready to do their normal warm-up shots on goal. Usually I went first since I was starting varsity, but I let Jayden go first because I was feeling a little sluggish. When she had taken a couple and was out of breath I subbed in. Most of the shots were relatively easy to get to. Cali Fournier had the hardest shot on the team easily. She was up
I was just finishing up the test with only one question remaining. It was a simple algebraic problem, really. A quick rearranging of the variables would have done the job. There was just one small issue. The problem was that the phone in our room started to ring. That distinct ring that anyone from my middle school would know filled the room. At first I didn't even think about it, maybe Mrs. Snyder forgot to send attendance or someone’s mom dropped a package off in the office. Either way it wasn't anything to worry about. That was until her dotted straight to me. My heart rate started to rise a little. I had never been called down to the office, maybe this is was a false alarm in my head. There’s no way it was for me. Right?
Today was the last day of school before spring break and already knew what i was going to do. It was a long day today because i was so anxious to leave. The bell rang for the buses and i was the first to leave. I got on the bus and was headed home. Mom and dad were already packing my bags and i couldn't wait to leave. All the bags were packed and that's when we got in the car and headed for the airport to go to Mt. Everest,
The lesson was when I split my growth plates in my sholder which told me I need to build up the muscles more. I couldn´t throw a baseball for two months which sucked. I had to do stretches twice a day for four weeks and the other two i had to work back slowly throwing. The stretches i had to was with a elastic band. I had six stretches ten a piece for two weeks and twenty for the other to weeks. I had to hold one end of the band under my foot and other end in my hand. I had to go out to the side, to the front, to the back, Then i had too hold it above my head then pull up on it. It burned so bad after the little workout because it was so weak. I had to stay home from the tournamnets becuase i couldn´t throw so instead i played video games when
I attended St.Kilian's for the first 9 years of my schooling (5k-8th grade). It's a very small school, less than 200 hundred people. My grade had a total of 15 kids in it. We weren't the biggest class obviously, but we weren't the smallest class either. The 4th grade class only had 12 kids in it. Our class however, did have the best chemistry out of any class in that school. Well at least i thought so. Everyone in our class were really good friends, even though we were stuck in same class for 8 hours pretty much every day. Of course everyone had their really close friends . Mine were Alex M, Alex T, and Aaron. According to the younger students “cool kids” at the school but the teachers looked at us a little different.
It was the end of a normal school day. Our first home game was that day and I was pumped! I went home after school to get my jerseys and my squeaky clean, high top basketball shoes, then headed to the school shortly after. We were versing Ridgedale that day which I was almost 110% sure that we would win because the varsity last year creamed them. So we all get ready to go out and warm up, like usual. The game then started and we played really good I made 7 offencive and 5 defensive rebounds, and 2 points. After half time that game I was told to go dress for the varsity game. I felt really good about myself and I was ready to play more. So we were warming up like usual and then when the game started I was sitting on the bench until after half time. In the third
My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this
A time in life when I had to be adaptable was when I first started middle school. Before in elementary school, I would have to walk less than five minutes to get to school. Now in middle school I had to ride the bus and I rarely rode the bus in elementary school. The only time was when we had field trips. The bus went all over the neighborhood and made many stops. I wasn't used to this type of transportation. I realized that I would have to do this throughout high school. I had no choice but to get used to riding the bus everyday.
I casually look up during the middle of my huge biology test just to stare at the clock. I just want to get out of this prison, also known as school. Like always, I didn 't bother to study for my test. I was too busy trying to find out where my drunken mom had ran off to last night. But, even if she didn 't run off I probably still wouldn 't have studied. I am not the "school type of person." I 'd prefer to spend my nights eating the little amount of food we have in the nasty old refrigerator, sitting on the couch listening to the soothing yells of my parents.
“Alright guys, let go over the answers to these questions and quiet down.” The loud and familiar voices bring me back to the high school classroom. I look around and everything seems to be the same to me. I know the boy who sit in front of me, his name is Andre. I can recognize a lot of my classmates faces, but I don’t know many of their names and I haven’t talk to them before. My math teacher is about to go over some algebra questions, but a lot of my classmates are still chattering. I sat near the window and had nothing to do after finished my assignment early. I know that it is again a boring day for me just like any of other day. Daydreaming became what I do sometimes when I was very