The Importance Of My Senior Year Of High School

Junior year. My junior year I realized things about myself that I hadn’t previously known. Things I’ve never done before and things people thought I couldn’t do. Situations I thought I wouldn’t be in and there I was. Junior year, I did it.

As a senior I hope to accomplish many goals, some of them being in high school and some relating to college. A goal is an aim or a desired result, but may not always be achieved. Going into senior year I have aspirations of going to a good college and working for higher grades.

My senior year story, 7:35 am, when I get in the door ways of Clever High i see the band already putting up posters even though know one really joins.”Jordyn” I turn my head to see Maddie running towards me, she had just gotten out of rehab for her drug and alcohol addiction. Behind her was Rose , Rose was always pretending to be ok even though we all knew that she was getting raped by her dad at home. I always offered her a place to stay but she would never take it for some reason. “Hey babes” i said screaming down the hallway. “ Have you seen Claire or Hyper”, Maddie says i could tell she had been drinking her breath reeked from Vodka. “No, have you been drinking” is say nervously “ just a little to get the day started” she

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.

Junior year; considered the most difficult year of high school. Junior year wants to make senior year as relaxing and stress free as possible. Part of this preparation: community service and then writing a paper and making a presentation surrounding that service. Kennedy calls this project the integrated service learning (ISLE) project. For my ISLE project, I built houses in New Orleans through Habitat for Humanity, a nonprofit organization. I found that when hurricane Katrina and the Levis broke it left a tremendous amount left in its wake. Since the trip would knock all my service hours out in a week and I became interested in the project I went and worked on houses and learned a great deal culture and poverty

His shoulder was thrown in reverse and twisted, and left by his body which was driving forward almost completely leaving it behind. He jerked back as if the force would spring his arm back into place. Gravity took over his knees forcing them to buckle and hit the ground. Some might say he looked like newborn deer, fresh out the womb. His arm was left hanging with barely any support at all. His only support was his hand holding it closely to his side as if he could protect it from further harm. His arm looked like a gummy worm...except more flimsy. The adrenaline took over his body like a built in anesthesia, taking his mind off of the pain only for a short time. he didn 't even bother getting up as the other players scrambled to the huddle

My senior year started off just like any other school year it was calm and there wasn’t much in the news. Lancaster was always a quiet community until this past year. Back home there has been a lot of controversy about the high school mascot name; Redskins. Across the nation this name has thought to be cruel and racist. Even though 62 high schools across the United States still use the name and a very popular football team called the Washington Redskins. The word redskin means an American Indian, Red man or Red Indian. For 63 years this name has been apart of the Lancaster High School tradition. They named the mascot redskin in honor of the land that used to be owned by Native Americans. This wasn’t

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?

Senior year has been a rollercoaster of emotions and events. I got to experience things

There was once a little town called Sparksville just inside the state lines of Wisconsin. It was a small town, unknown to basically everyone who didn’t live in Wisconsin. The people who lived in the town were nice to strangers, for not to many people came through very often, and they also had amazing hospitality. So amazing in fact the hotels would let complete strangers stay for free as long as they spread good news to their friends about the town. There was only one school in town for there were only about 432 residents living in Sparksville at the time, but the school was decently sized for a small town. The students were all grade A students, the teachers rarely often had problems with any of the students as they were raised with generous manners. Since Sparksville was such a small town the school didn’t offer very many sports other than Hockey, Football, and Basketball.

The Students at Brookeville high school resembled the students of any high school, broken and in need of a savior. As my team entered the football stadium we immediately recognized immodesty in the girls, in which many of those were just in middle school. We continued walking and I notice the less popular kids sitting on the grass hill, or off to the side not participating in the event. We finally reached the bleachers and observed the parents screaming and cheering on their emphasis Brookeville bees. After passing the section of adults, we found our seat behind the student section. This area was prime for observing the high school students interact.

It's impossible to think about things that have significantly impacted my life without considering my mother's diagnosis with cancer. It has changed the way I approach nearly everything in my life, and has led to other significant experiences. She was diagnosed the beginning of my Sophomore year, so I've had to balance home and school obligations nearly my entire high school career. I had to take responsibility and start acting more maturely, whether I wanted to or not. My mother suddenly couldn't do many things she used to be able to do, and as my father travels every week I had to step up and fill the void. Through doing this, I've become a lot more independent, and gained better clarity into my priorities and what I want out of my life.

Senior year was a year to remember. Imagine walking into your school for the last time, you start to realize that soon you will be entering the real world, called reality. Memories like eating breakfast with friends, walking down the halls with your friends. Basically hanging out with friends, is what I can keep in my heart and cherish them forever.

Being a freshman is the hardest of your four years in high school. Have you ever been pressured to be the best person you can be? This is how my year was as a freshman. Freshman year was the most different I never thought I would of found my way around the school when I first started to go there. Freshman year was the best year throughout my years of high school and it was the only year I had friends. During this year I had a lot of anxieties which dealt with me thinking I’m gonna be alone and not have any friends throughout the year to support me through the whole thing. Also, I would think of the pressure of not doing good in any of my classes so I would think it would affect my GPA in the future. The transition from middle school to high school was a different type of thing to do.

Freshman year my life philosophy was “Don’t lose yourself trying to be everything to everyone.” Freshman year is like a whole new beginning for everyone. It is when everyone starts fresh. It's not always the best start for some though. Most girls try to fit in and impress the boys and upperclassmen, when they should be trying to impress themselves. I can’t say much because I tried to fit in. I tried to get involved in clubs and sports and people I shouldn’t be hanging around. I learned that none of that was worth losing myself. I took classes that would benefit my future and worked hard in all that I did. I didn't lose myself trying to impress everyone but I found myself instead.