Senior Year Research Paper

Strolling into my last hour of the day like any other, only to find that there was a substitute, another day of busy work instead of reviewing for the test. I sat in my assigned seat in the back of the class as usual, while the sub introduced himself.

Today, I started my first day of Junior year at Walter Johnson High School ! I was happy to get up in the morning, knowing today i’ll be able to put my brain to use and have a reason to get ready. I was curious to find out who my teachers were this year, since all the names of the teachers I saw on my Edline were unfamiliar. My friend, Allyson picked me up for school in the morning, wearing her senior girls shirt, while I was happy to see her, it made me also very sad to come to the realization that she was going off to college soon, which will leave me feeling a lonely next year. When I finally got to school, I was annoyed to find out that their was little to no air conditioning in the school on a hot day. I went to all my classes, and was

The school year was in the closing trimester, summer was approaching like an unavoidable plague wiping away all students desire or care for school. The entire school felt the same way, sixty more days and we leave. Each trimester at my middle school, the seventh and eighth graders would get a different elective. Third trimester I was stuck with, photography. I enjoy taking photos, so I signed up for the class before I knew the teacher. The teacher who taught it was by far my least favorite teacher. She was weird, creepy, and made

August 17, the first day of school. After a long and boring summer, school had started. I struggled to get out of bed, but failed. After a half an hour or so, I finally got up, but it was 7:45. I was going to be late! I quickly got myself ready, popped a toast in my mouth, grabbed my stuff and ran to school. I took a glance at my schedule, trying not to make the same mistake last year by going to period 1 first. But little did I know, I had already

"For your Fall Semester’s fifth course, you will be taking care of one of my classes. That is, consulting with me in every one of the lessons you prepare." Gibbs said and walked to the front of the class.

"Today we'll be running twenty in five minutes, failed to do so will be forced to play dodge ball with the seniors," He paused grinning. "You all know how they love to throw around those balls at the poor little freshmen's, sadly you aren't anymore. Anyways those who succeed will get to sit in the bleachers, drinking nice cold water. Get in groups of two." Everyone walked in unison towards the

The Coach noticed as she stopped “Get moving, you can come back out after class.” she walked back to the school, changed out of her gym clothes and left when the bell rang.

Friday morning we all showed up to school with our backpacks and duffle bags eagerly awaiting the weekend to finally start.  2:30 pm the last bell rang we rushed out of class to the bus stop, which was a little odd since we were use to

“So jv in the back and varsity in the front and when we get there var go start warm ups.”2 hours go pass and we finally reach the school we play at.We head to the gym to start warm ups.

It must have almost been time to arithmetic at this point. Showing up late was better than not showing up at all, I guess. I wouldn't be complaining, except grades exist, so even missing some was better than missing all.

Nothing good happened until gym, my favorite subject, I looked down at my feet and realized I was wearing slippers(because I had five minutes to get ready)! Why do I always have to sit out in gym?

When I opened the door, I threw my equipment down next to my friend Lucas and sat down. With the butterflies in my stomach starting to emerge, I was still content. The group of us sat in the large room joking around, and talking. Then it was all stunned to a halt when my coach yelled at us to “listen up.”

I got inside the doors of the school quickly. I got pushed around at the bottom as normal. I spilled some chocolate milkshake on my shirt I was desperate to find a trashcan. It was awkward as I descended up the stairs. Everyone was sloshing around like melting snow in the winter.

New year, new school, bring it on. I spent countless days thinking of endless scenarios of my first day of seventh grade. I had high hopes for my new school, Maranatha Private School, which ended up being the most wretched hive of scum and villainy in southern California. I didn’t get much sleep the night before my first day and I was the quiet, shy kid who had but two friends. I barely made it to class on time as the teacher began taking attendance. Slowly she passed over the names until she reached mine. “Brandon Ham-hamburger, Hembijner?” I sat slumped in my seat, my face redder than a freshly picked tomato. The only thing I wanted in that moment was to be home watching Netflix, away from all of these unfamiliar faces trying to figure me out. ‘Dear God, I know you’re there so just hear me out real quick alright?’ I thought to myself, ‘Please just get me out of this one little thing.’ Call it coincidence, but I think this was a little bit more than that. At the exact moment when I was about to correct the teacher, the PA system came on: “Teachers, please report to the gym with your class for the start of the year assembly.” All the attention was taken off of me and I began to think that this year may not be so bad... I was sorely mistaken.

That's when I began to realize, maybe high school is gonna be harder than I thought. After being pushed around in the hallways for five minutes I finally got to my next class. Biology, the one class I wasn't looking forward to begin with. My brain is much more tuned for English or the fine arts. Science has never really made sense to me. Of Course our teachers thirty minute talk on how everyone is really depressed didn't help. She went on this entire rant about depression and how everyone has it. Apparently if you aren't