Reflection About High School Experience

I’m sure many have shared stories of their high school experiences and can relate when I say those four years have taught me many lessons. During this time, I’d come face to face with the fraudulent friendships, temporary romances, and other high school dramas that my parents once warned me about—those of which I simply brushed off as myths. It wasn’t the 90’s anymore— times have changed and people are different—or at least, that’s what I thought.

“Average? Who wants to be average?” (Rose). During my high school experience, I went through a ton of stress trying to figure out my path to educational success. I was a decently good student with grades consisting of C’s to A’s. Dealing with problems in high school made me realize what I should had done to obtain a proper education. Author Mike Rose of “I Just Wanna Be Average” and article writer Jessica Lahey of “Teaching Math To People Who Think They Hate It” both state solutions to my problems. During high school, I was not very interested during lecture and had a love and hate relationship with math. How I would improve my experience is to do more hands on activities and to learn math in a different way.

As we pulled up to the massive elementary school building, I begged my mom to let me stay home from school, just once. As usual, she said no. Realizing my attempt to get out of school was futile, I shouldered my backpack, swung open the door, and trudged over to the front door. I would rather be anywhere else than here. For the majority of my life, I attended public schools. It wasn’t rare for me to fail a test or even a whole class. It was because of these failures that I would get even more demotivated and threw away the idea of working hard or completing quality work altogether.

A transcript can show where someone is headed in life. The high school education I have received so far has shaped me into the person I am and has steered me into the direction I want to go in. Every choice I have made, about my education, has been much considered and has made changes to the course I am following to better fit the future I am aiming for. Over time, much has changed in my life; my interest, point of views, and the way I approach situations. My transcript is a reflection of these changes. A lot can be told about my education and how it has affected me by looking at my transcript. The person I am that is reflected on my transcript has been decided by strengths and weaknesses of mine, impressions that have been left, and what I have chosen to participate in.

On April 18th at Greene Central High School, I chose to interview one of our phenomenal counselors, Chris Campbell. When I confronted him and asked to interview him, he immediately accepted the offer. I chose to interview him for many reason. One reason being that working as a high school counselor definitely doesn’t seem like it’d be the easiest job in the world. High school is a very tough time in a teen’s life. It’s all focused on preparing you for the outside world and if we didn’t have people like Mr. Campbell, students wouldn’t have as much motivation as they do to do well and graduate. I also chose to interview him simply because I knew he would tell me everything I would need to know and more!

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

New to the profession teacher Michael Baker has just been assigned to teach history at Woodrow Wilson Senior High School. He is both excited and overwhelmed at the challenges that teaching high school history will bring. He feels student teaching and university preparation were not an accurate representation of what actual teaching would be like. Having your own classroom can be daunting and at times very frustrating. It can make even the best of teachers doubt their abilities.

I am currently a Brighton High School Senior. Over the four years I have been at this school there have been things that I have longed to improve or change at my school. Some are just dreams that could never come into effect like, putting in stop lights and painted lines in the hallway similar to the road. Most of the time though they are realistic ideas that could drastically help impact the school campus. In my school campus I feel that the students are never aloud any time to enjoy their high school career, the school is never fully clean, and that all teachers do not strive to teach students to the best of their ability. Although, these are some things I would love to see change I am not the only one with these views.

When people start high school they’re usually so excited. They can’t wait to experience everything that comes with being in high school, I mean who wouldn’t? Everyone says that high school is the best four years of your life. Now that I’m months away from graduating, I can’t say they were my best years but I can say they were my most educational years, of course I wouldn’t say that they weren’t fun because they were. When I say educational, I mean I’ve learned so much about myself and so much about life. I learned what the words family, love, betrayal, law and life meant. All these events changed me, and I’m glad they happened because I wouldn’t have learned all these lessons. My personality hasn’t changed; I’m still a carefree girl,

Everyone has had a general High School experience, or has been homeschooled, because it is the law. “The American high school, an institution with which most adults in the United States have at least a passing familiarity, has existed in largely the same form for the past 150 years, enduring continuing struggles to determine its form and function. Yet, despite such struggles, it goes about its primary duty of educating the young citizens of our nation.” (Erb). It is 4 years long, and starts from the 9th grade to the 12th. This is the four years that most people have experienced. Where students are taught the general core classes. The general College experience can vary, because every student has their own Major, which determines how many

For the majority of my life, I had lived the way they referred to as “the right” way of living. I did as I was told and dressed how they would have preferred me to. I had also done well in school since the idea of being successful had always been engraved in my head. As a teenager, I never had the opportunity to experience what countless men and women would refer to as “high school experience” since I excessively worried about my grades and any possible way I could improve them. Subsequently, I completely disregarded the thought of gaining experience in which resulted in having no recollection of memories in which I can truly value. Therefore, what exactly have I been doing with my life? Absolutely nothing. I had the same routine for six years; wake up, get dressed, go to school, eat lunch, study for several hours and then go to sleep. I lived a monotonous life in which I felt had no meaning. As a result, of the establishment engraved in my head at such a young age, I had forgotten all it is that life has to offer. That life is limited and how important it is to “live in the moment” which can be demonstrated by the moments I’ve missed, the moments I’ve had, and those I long to experience.

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 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.

I was a 17-year-old pregnant high school dropout the first time I took the General Educational Development (GED) test. It was in the summer of the year 2001 on a beautiful sunny day at our local university. The GED test was to provide me with a high school diploma equivalent. I had months of preparation and practice tests. I was a fast learner and always well prepared. I was confident and very adamant in passing this test. That is, until I got the results of the GED test.

It's 1994 in Long Beach, California. Erin Gruwell is just starting her first teaching job, as freshman and sophomore English teacher at Woodrow Wilson High School, which, two years earlier, implemented a voluntary integration program. For many of the existing teachers, the integration has ruined the school, whose previously stellar academic standing has been replaced with many students who will be lucky to graduate or even be literate. Despite choosing the school on purpose because of its integration program, Erin is unprepared for the nature of her classroom, whose students live by generations of strict moral codes of protecting their own at all cost. Many are in gangs and almost all know somebody that has been killed by gang violence. The Latinos hate the Cambodians who hate the blacks and so on. The only person the students hate more is Ms. Gruwell. It isn't until Erin holds an illegal discussion about a recent drive-by shooting death that she fully begins to understand what she's up against. And it isn't until she provides an assignment of writing a daily journal - which will be not graded, and will remain unread by her unless they so choose - that the students begin to open up to her.