Senior Year

Junior year was full of many new experiences. We were now classified as upper classmen! Just like any of the other years in high school this year had just as many ups and downs. One of the main stresses in eleventh grade was the SAT. For sure one of the scariest things that I have ever had to do. All of the preparation going into it and the amount of studying made me feel as if I wasn’t going to have a brain by the time the testing was over. I took college and career readiness, which really helped prepare me for what was to come. By this time in high school I had already had my job for a little over a month, so I already knew what to expect once school started. I am thankful enough that at my job you get to leave at seven because I hear many

Junior year has taught me a lot on how to become a better student and better friend. To all the incoming juniors, my advice to them would be stay focused. Junior year brings a lot of changes in many students lives. It will test your strengths and weaknesses but it will reveal the type of individual you are. One idea that I was able to understand better was that it’s important to know what your goals are. Having a goal will not only keep you focused in accomplishing said goal but it will also be the thing that keeps you moving forward despite the obstacles, that as an incoming junior, one will encounter throughout the year. Your goals do not have to be specific it can be something minor such as just getting through high school being proud of

With senior year comes many of the last. The last first day, last football game, last prom, last chicken patty, and last pick’em up and put’em down, but with the lasts comes many of the first. The first question they are faced with. “So…what’s next?” With the ever changing world, they are faced with the possibilities, options, and opportunities are everywhere awaiting them. They can become anything they want. What will they choose and how will they choose?

As a young athlete, running had always been a least favorite past-time for me. Unfortunately, every sport I played was dependent on that very physical act. Millions of suicide runs and lay-ups in basketball, and even more base runs in softball at least distracted me because I was running for a purpose. My short stint on the cross-country team demonstrated to me that I may have excelled at fast-twitch running, but long-distance running was not my forte, made clear by my omnipresent side stitches. My senior year of high school came and to my surprise, running would be the one thing I missed so dearly. My short time as a starting varsity player in basketball came to an end when I completely tore my left ACL. A host of changes came from just one incident.

My feelings toward certain grades differ depending on my teachers, courses, and other internal and external factors. I think my favorite grade so far has been freshman year, even though my mood wasn’t always so great. I had great teachers and fun classes. The year was overall pretty good, especially compared to the year before that. My eighth grade year has been my least favorite grade. I had pretty okay teachers, good friends, and I wasn’t getting bullied, so it might seem confusing as to why I disliked it so much. Starting in sixth or seventh grade, my motivation severely declined and my head was always filled with negative thoughts. My bad habits only grew worse and snowballed my last year of middle school. Everything was so overwhelming

Sophomore year started out a bad year for all of us. The seniors we loved and cherished were gone and we had brand new section leaders for the flute section. The year started out rough when nearly half of us passed out at band camp. The heat was exhausting and we were constantly getting yelled at from our band director. Throughout the first semester a lot of drama emerged, and half of it was caused by one specific person. There was a lot of pent up anger from a specific girl who didn’t earn the title of section leader, and she did everything in her power to make sure she got it the next year. She tattled to the band directors that the section leaders weren’t doing their jobs well enough, and that if she was section leader these types of things

Every burdensome step strains my tender muscles; sweat drips into my eyes, stinging them with salt. I gulp for breath, but receive no air. I hear voices, but I can never articulate any response. I ignore all my senses and lunge forward. The only question that rings through my mind is why do I put myself through so much pain? The moment I participated in my first track event, freshman year I realized how much I enjoy running. Also how one moment has taught me the importance of family within a team, commitment, and encouragement.

My senior year of high school and I still felt like a freshman. The typical freshman vibe of not fitting in due to the fact that I was a new kid in school and the majority of people had been there since junior kindergarten. These four years at Cannon School have been an emotional rollercoaster. Due to the fact that I couldn’t find any friends for the first two years. I thought that I would find a group that I could hang out with but, it didn’t seem like I was fitingt into any of the cliques. I had trouble maintaining good grades and overall, I was dealing with loss in my family and depression. As a last ditch effort to be more outgoing in high school, I decided to go to the black history performance interest meeting. The performance was about a month away. This meeting was a student led interest meeting we’re we all thought of what we wanted to do. I thought for a few minutes to see what I would feel comfortable doing. Since the only place I felt comfortable at school was in my poetry class. I decided to do poetry since that is one of the few things that I felt like I was good at, poetry at the time gave me a since of security and taught me how to be confident in my own skin, it was helping me become comfortable in my own voice. The only problem with this was I had never performed any of my poems in front of anyone before. Deciding to perform poetry in front of my school soon became one of the most important days of my life.

Since the first day of kindergarten my father has always said, “ Having a strong education is one of the most important opportunities you’ll receive in life.” I have heard this same quote over and over again for 21 years. I didn’t really think about what he meant by it until my senior year of high school. I was sitting in homeroom the first day of senior year asking myself, “What is so important about getting a good education?” I didn’t really get the answer to the question until my freshman year of college. After I graduated high school I was able to see the kids who really cared where they went in life and the ones who didn’t. I thought about the kids, who dropped out of college after the first semester and went home to work at McDonalds.

Taking up running was not hard because of how I was reared. My family always expected me to work hard and create my own success. No one would be able to accomplish this for me. I learned to manage all the aspects of training: scheduling, sleep, soreness, and setbacks. It was the ultimate solo venture that didn’t require exotic travel or expensive gear, just a personal commitment to excellence. That’s the experience and spirit I have acquired from my running career and would like to

Everybody has that one moment in their lives that changes everything. For some it happens at an early age and for others it happens later in life. This is a story about the moment that changed everything in my life. The sad thing is nobody know when their moment is going to happen, it could happen tomorrow, it could happen years from now. The day my life changed I wasn't expecting it to happen. That day was full of emotions and the following days, weeks and months were full of anger and questions. My life has consisted of situations, emotions, and lessons because of this life changing event.

Before entering my junior year, I didn’t expect to work particularly hard to achieve the goal I had set for myself. Of course, my parents and teachers told me that high school isn’t a joke especially junior year. But, it is all fun and games until you start seeing your grades dropping and you see the look of disappointment

It’s my fourth year in High School, and it’s my Senior Year, Class of Twenty-Seventeen. It was going to be a good time of my life because I would be ending this chapter of my life and starting a new one. It was going to be a good year and nothing can get in my way from finishing High School. Thinking back at the beginning of freshman year getting lost, trying to find your way around the new school that you’re at and now we’ve become seniors and only thinking about getting to your first, last day of High School. All you can just think about are doing your senior events during the school year like doing: Senior Field Day, Prom, and especially your Graduation. There’s nothing better than going to your graduation, it only happens once in a life time in High School.

My junior year of high school, I rocked a strapless empire waist dress. Since then every dress I buy is a strapless empire waist dress and I plan on keeping it that way. I want my wedding dress to be crème with lots of lace and a vintage type feel as well as floor length with a short train. I also plan on being barefoot, because the odds of my husband being that much taller than me that I need to wear heels is slim to none. Plus, I have never actually worn heels in my life and I do not plan on starting anytime soon. As for my soon to be husband, he will be wearing a nice suit or a tux, I honestly can’t tell the difference, so it does not really matter to me which one he chooses. I want the suite to be dark brown to match our color scheme

This year, is my last year of highschool. For a very long time I have dreamed of being a senior and finally graduating from high school. I remember when I was a child, I wanted nothing more than to be a big, scary Senior. Now that I am this Senior and the end of the line has come, I am not sure how to feel. I expected to feel ecstatic and amazed as to how far I’ve come. I expected to feel empowered and more of an adult with a plan. Truth is, I don’t feel that way. I have, thankfully, a plan for my future, but I don’t feel like being a senior is as big as a deal as I had made it out to be when I was young. As I grew older, I realized that while getting older is fun, the responsibilities that come with it, are not all fun and games. As a senior, I realized that the real journey will begin once I step onto the college campus. Elementary, middle, and high school, are more like stepping stones for what you will become once the parental controls are turned off. That is why it is important, and what I realized a bit too late, to utilize the time you have now.