Should I Write About Your Freshman Year Of High School?

The first year of middle school was a year of transition into a new world. I would be going to a new school and enhance my life academically and on a social level. Looking back at that year isn’t so pleasant. My new self today, sucked in numerous amounts of life lessons that contradict the person I was in sixth grade. Sixth grade was all about fitting in for me. I just wanted to be part of a crowd and be known. I didn’t care about my academics at the moment. However, I was lucky enough to be educationally talented and not get to astray in the learning environment. Personally, sixth grade was too overloaded with drama and the drive to be high in the social rankings. If I traveled back to sixth grade, I’d sucker punch myself for getting

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my

I just can’t believe there is only few more days of high school left. As the days are getting closer and closer, it's getting sad. I still remember the day I stepped into Maine East High School as a Freshman, at that time, all I wished for was to graduate from this school with good grades. High school was not the way I imagined, it is way different from what I thought and definitely different from Middle School. Freshman year was the “exploring/adventure” year, finding where each classes were, what activities/clubs were offered at this school and many more. Freshman year went quickly and then Sophomore year came up. Sophomore year was probably the least stressful year in high school but from Sophomore year my family and friends started asking me the scariest question “What are you doing after high school, which career?

Summer had just ended and students had finally returned to the nine-month grind of school. Everyone was jittery

No more pencils No more books No more teachers dirty looks. It was a great summer. They did all the things that they had planned.

The last week of school for all seniors had begun. Everyone was handing in all their assignments (and doing any last bit of procrastination they might've

I know that it doesn’t appear to be such a big deal, but just the thought of having to start fresh in the middle of high school had been enough to send shivers down my spine. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to be a Rockingham County High School Cougar. I walked in on the first day, on the outside looking collected, but on the inside I was shaking like a loose leaf being tossed around on a branch in the middle of autumn. “What if I don’t meet anyone? What

Sophomore year turned out to be the worst year that I’ve experienced in all my 16 years and 3 months of living. Remember when I said that the advice given to me by one of my teachers was engraved to the deepest part of my brain? That means that I didn’t remember that until a couple of months ago. But, it was already too late. I was already knee-deep in the mess I created.

Growing up comes with big changes, responsibilities, and choices. The process of going from eighth grade to ninth grade is difficult. I always thought high school was gonna be amazing. You could never have guessed that picking classes could be so stressful. Making the change from being in classes with people your own age that are your friends to all ages in high school. Then you eat lunch with Sophomores, Juniors, and Seniors. That’s crazy just to even think about it.

I didn’t even realise that this is really my last first quarter at the middle school. I am sort of working on those goals that I set. I am planning on doing them all in 3rd and 4th quarter so I can really work on what I want to accomplish for the next year in high school. I haven’t really thought much on high school because it seems so far away, but it really isn’t and it will catch up to me soon. I have done all of my homework and haven’t missed a lot of days so that is good for my grades. It’s kinda weird because I’m thinking about college, but not high school because I know that high school will fly by for me because it is only 4 years left and that is really scary. These middle school years feel like it is dragging by really slowly but now it is going by pretty fast. This year is a lot easier than last year because I know where every teacher’s room is and memorized my schedule and I know all the shortcuts. Also, it’s weird knowing that the little kids look up to me and the others. Also, I feel much more mature and I know I was one of those annoying kids that older people say that we are annoying and I say that now and it’s really

I remember being an anxious eighth grader thinking about starting my freshman year of high school. We went from being at the top of the school to being at the bottom of a new one. All of our middle school teachers always told us about how our high school teachers wont “hold our hands” and how we will be on our own. Being in high school is completely different than being in elementary school and middle school. Its almost like each year we have more and more freedom but more responsibility.

Well where do I begin I’m a kid from a small but growing town in northern California called Salinas. Something that sets me apart from other candidates is that I never really expected to go to college until I came into my freshman year of highschool. I've seen my family struggle because they came from Mexico and barely had any type of education. I'm first to admit that my freshman and sophomore years I failed some classes putting me behind on credits. Looking at myself in the mirror one day I told myself “ What are you doing I thought you wanted to go to college and make grandma and grandpa proud”. The very next day I went to my counselor and signed up for every possible way to recover my credits. When summer came I sat by myself and I worked

Do you ever feel like you deserve better, well so did I. Over the freshman year of highschool I became friends with a few people who I called my friends until the middle of the summer before sophmore year. These were the people I considered to be the best I could get and all I would have in my highschool years. Over the course of freshman year I got to know these people for who they truly were, unsupportive, snarky, and apathetic. These friends led me to bad grades, low motivation, and no confidence whatsoever. These were people who never cared for me the way I did them. I was the giver in the friendship while they were the taker. It took me a while but I eventually built up the courage to say enough was enough, so I let them go, and in return

Graduating high school was a happy and sad experience. I was happy because I am now moving on to college. I can now further pursue my career. The sad part was leaving all my friends and facing all the obstacles to get to college. High school is different than college. One reason is money. I never worried about my tuition for high school. For college, if I don't pay, I don't get to learn. I worked all summer to save up for my tuition. I tried not to spend too much money at once. Although college is starting soon, I have learned to save money more efficiently, I learned to be more of an adult, and to look at things

It all started with a passion, enormous shoes to fill. Since my father was one of the top players amongst his peers in Sinaloa. I remember the feeling of just trying to make that varsity roster for my freshman year of high school. From time to time I was told multiple times that i wouldn’t be a good enough player. Maybe I surrounded myself with people that envied me, but at the same time once adjusted they still manifested in my dreams. All I could do is acknowledge it and tear them, not with words but with achievements. One by one they would vanish and disappear but somehow negative vibes still happened to appear. Not From anybody else but from myself. As the years went by my anxiety grew and i became my worst enemy. The summer before my freshman