Senior Experience : My Senior Year Of High School

Students who are becoming freshmen often ask “what’s it like to be in high school?” High school is not what you think. Freshmen don’t get pushed in lockers, there's not that one popular girl who shoves other students books out of their hands, and the cafeteria is not the most embarrassing place to be. High school is not an amicable. If you really think high school is a amicable place where students smile at each other, think again. Here is some advice from my high school experience.

With a year full of hurdles I was set to overcome, senior year did not seem like the right time for me to defeat my dragon. My introverted qualities have grown tremendously over the course of my life due to traumatic events I have been forced to face on my own. Since adolescence, I have always been known as the “quiet girl” in the room. I always took this as a compliment, until recently, when I realized I was missing out on crucial events that would help prepare me for the future. Through careful consideration, I decided that senior year would be the ideal time to slay my dragon, introversion.

At the beginning of senior year, I faced several obstacles, however, I overcame them. The obstacles that came into my life made me stronger educationally. They prepared me for college. I am ready to move on into the upcoming chapter of my life since I have defeated the dragons of my senior year in high school. I have defeated the dragon of stress, the dragon of finding scholarships, the dragon of standardized tests, and the dragon of a written essay almost every week. I conquered these dragons due to the fact that I believed and became sedulous. I admit that if these dragons did not come, I honestly would not be ready or prepared for college.

12 years ago, Gina and I had first met at a fateful Daisy Scout meeting—but 7th grade was when we ecstatically joined the photography club and bonded over photoshoots of the snowy soccer field, daisy bouquets, and the town’s architecture. Freshman year, she persuaded me to join the tennis team with her, and from the experience, I've grown to love the sport and even make friends at Shelton. Finally, in our shared classes like APUSH, we had a blast recording an 80s mixtape for our final exam project. Our friendship is symbiotic—I teach her trickier concepts while she pushes me to loosen up and say what’s on my mind. Before junior year when I moved to a different town and high school, we promised to stay close and meet up every month. Although

I met Emily last fall at Selleck Hall for a first time when we have a floor meeting to know more about each other. Her room is in front of my room, I saw her every morning when she goes to her classes. The relationship between me and her were as any girls at the floor “hello, how are you? Relationship” until that day when she invited me to her birthday small party in

It all started on the third day of sixth grade, I was assigned a new seat next to the new girl, her name was Izzy. We were both really quiet and shy so we didn’t talk to each other. The only time we ever talked was to ask for a pencil, piece of paper, or for partner work. We noticed that we have the exact same schedule except for one class. We started talking more and we started to invite each other to sit by each other at lunch. After the first part of school, we started to be good friends, but we didn’t talk or hang out that much outside of school except for on text meassage.

My senior year has been one of transition. I feel like I am wrapping up college, and my classes are like the “lose ends” that I have to take care of before I move on to the next phase of my life. Although, I somewhat approach my classes as a checklist, I also am very invested in getting good grades. I have the intent to go to Law school therefore I need to be intentional with my grades and the effort that I put into how I spend my time. Which is why I think I struggle in this class. There is an intentionality to being a good student, that makes it easy to go through the motions but in this class there is an emphasis on our intentions of our intention of being a student. To me there are some things that don’t need to be meaningful and have a

My relationship development paper is about a girl named Breana Young; our friendship was for about 3 years. The current stage is terminated.

It is late November. I’ve gotten to be a lot friendlier with people than I was at this point last year. One of my best friends now is Analiese. She has a lot in common with me and find it really amusing how she tries to internalize her longing for a lasting relationship, but she is quick to help me with mine when she can’t even hold onto one herself. I’ve had a few ‘things’ with people throughout my time at UCLA, but none of them ever hold up. My inability to take my focus off of my curriculum has been the downfall of every relationship so far, at least that’s what I tell myself. I know full well that I’m truly just not interested in any of those guys, but it makes me feel less selective to put it in other terms. Analiese and I can talk for hours about our relationships and I can’t get over how easy it is. It’s like she kind of entices you to sound

In eighth grade, when I chose to enroll in Spanish One, I had no idea that it would develop into a lifelong admiration for the language and culture. During my Sophomore year over Christmas, my family travelled to Valle De Bravo, Mexico. Unfortunately, I was unable to interact with anyone due to my limited Spanish knowledge, prompting me to study more rigorously the following school year. On our next visit, I returned to Mexico with an additional year of knowledge, eager to test my fluency. Whether it were a taxi driver, farmer, or vendor, I would attempt to carry on a conversation with anyone willing to talk. Even though I fumbled with words and struggled at times to understand, I was determined to improve my speaking skills. Through my discussions,

My date was getting hounded by my friends’ comments to her about me: consequently, she became irritated with me. She ignored me for the whole night, and for me, it was the worst dance experience I have ever had. A night that was supposed to be a very good time ultimately lead to losing a close friend. This experience began the process of me losing what would have been a lifelong friendship. We used to talk everyday, but after that night I was lucky to talk to her once every five months. I ,honestly, regret taking her to homecoming to this day because the idiotic 14-year-old version of me thought it was a great idea and that it would be a great time. On the other hand, this experience should be appreciated because it opened my eyes to what type of person she really was. This experience made me realize I could have been with someone better, and that she did not deserve someone like me. I treated her better than anybody has ever treated her, yet all I got was a cold-hand and maybe an hour long conversation at best. Taking her to homecoming got me out of that merry-go-round which would of ended up with me getting hurt in the

“Ring, Ring, Ring” that’s the blaring high-pitched sound that completely shaped my senior year of high school. Sitting in the back of the class as my teacher Mrs. James a bronze skinned woman, with short hair standing about 5 feet 6 inches stands in front of the class trying her hardest to settle the rumbling sound of student chatter and gossip; she bellows in the sweetest, subtle and most authoritative voice “Okay class let’s settle down. As the voices diminished she proceeds by saying “as you all know graduation is right around the corner” in pure excitement my fellow classmates and I cheer like we just caught the winning pass in the Superbowl. Mrs. James continues “so in honor of graduation I brought some friends with some interesting careers to help influence you

Life after an undergraduate is one thing that most MCF scholars can’t get it out of their mind when senior year in college is approaching. In fact, I was once one of these scholars who spent most of their senior year to think about how they can get into grad school after graduation or better still secure a better job. My decision job. Likewise, through my basic analysis, I realized that there would be a number of challenges I may face if I go back to my country with only a bachelor’s degrees with no job experience or post-graduate degree. I needed to differentiate myself by getting more qualifications for the job market. Among the challenges, I thought about whether I would of grad school as a way to do something meaningful in my community

Freshman year was by far the worst year I've ever had as a student. I had the worst overall class grades and test scores I can remember. During the final year of middle school, I had received a letter from the principal at Cherokee Trail. It was an invitation to the Pre- IB and AP course. I accepted the invitation, excited that I would finally be challenged as a student. I went into the 9th grade with Pre IB and AP classes, thinking there would be no change from the few challenging courses I took the previous year. I went into highschool confident, and carefree, seeing how I had a 4.0 GPA every semester since the 7th grade. I believed high school would be just like middle school, stress free, little homework and easy tests and classes. It's safe to say the 8th grade did a poor job of preparing me for what I was about to experience.

My life during the past two months, have been some of the most challenging. Since the start of my senior year, I have been frustrated, stressed, and crammed for time. Although I am going through this challenge, I am not doing it alone. As I try to get through each day I just try to remember that this will all benefit me in the future.