The School Year Of My Life

As soon as my eyes woke up to the bitter cold of the night and stars covered by black blanket of clouds, I knew that this was it. I had tried to prepare myself that day, but I was at school when it happened. The moment the intercom came over the classroom, “Hailey Wooldridge needs to come the office, her mom is here to check her out,” my heart stopped. I was able to make it to the office without losing my composure, but as soon as my eyes met my mom standing there with tears in hers I lost it. Right there standing in the school office, the food gates of heaven opened up in my eyes and I could not stop the rivers from flowing. My best friend since kindergarten had died. All the planning of moving in together when we went to college was down the drain. The late nights of watching horribly filmed scary movies was done. My heart was broken, and the pieces are still not taped together properly. Two days later was her funeral. Her mother had asked me to say a couple of words about her during the service, but the thought of standing next to her lifeless body talking about her and not to her made everything seem surreal. By the power of prayer and numerous amounts of tears, I stood up from my seat and walked lifelessly to the podium that viewed hundreds of people waiting to see what I had to say. I do not know how I got through that speech without hysterically crying, but somehow, I talked like I was having a conversation with Serra once again. In front of me, I

In the book Middle School Worst Years of my Life by James Patterson a boy named Rafe Khatchadorian has enough problems at home without throwing his first year of middle school into the mix. Luckily he's got a great plan for the best year ever if only he can pull it off. With his best friend Leonardo the Silent awarding him points Rafe tries to break every rule in his school's Code of Conduct. Chewing gum in class is 5,000 points. Running in the hallway is 10,000 points. Pulling the fire alarm is 50,000 points. But when Rafe's game starts to catch up with him, he'll have to decide if winning is all that matters, or if he's finally ready to face the rules, bullies, and truths he's been avoiding.

During the past three years of my high school years, I have been taking various rigorous classes, which all share a similar purpose which is to strengthen my skills and be ready for entering college, taking college courses and excelling in them. Moreover, during the past three years, I have been challenging myself by taking rigorous classes, having an A in all classes, and maintaining being ranked one of the top students in my school. In addition, to excelling in all my classes, at the same time I am able to work occasionally on my own throughout the school year, as well continue my hobbies, such as photography and riding my ATV, which serve as a time away from academic work and a stress reliever, enjoying life, and finding my passion. Through my high school years, I have learned various skills, which have helped me grow as an individual and prosper both outside and in academic work. Thus, I feel well prepared for what I plan to do next year, which is continuing to take AP classes and excel in them, as well being involved in various clubs, and helping the community. Moreover, I have been constantly pushing myself to my fullest potential and exceeding all expectation and standards, thus I feel prepared for what I am going to face next year. In addition, I arranged my schedule for next year strategically in the way that I will still manage to excel in my rigorous classes and have a large amount of time to be involved in various extracurricular activities, and help the

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

Freshman year could definitely be the worst year of High School when it comes to your social life. This is the year where you can expand your friends to more than just people in your grade. This year is also a sad year because it is when you find out who your real friends are. High School is all about gaining new friends and losing what you thought were your friends. When I started my freshman year all I heard when I started was that your real friends will show and you fake friends will vanish. In my case this did not happen. Yes, when I got into Highschool I did grow farther apart to some of my friends, but I would never say that they have vanished from my life or anything like that.

It was on Thursday before the biggest softball game of my eighth-grade year. I was in Algebra learning how to find the hypotenuse of a triangle when a shift happened. It was like a black cloud just came over me taking away everything visible by the eye. Even though I couldn’t see I could still feel everything. I felt cold and lifeless, kind of like a piece of my heart had been taken away but I did not know why. So I went to what I knew was best to do. I began to fall on my knees and cry, but as I did that I just went deeper into this dark place that seemed inescapable. It screamed the name of Jesus and suddenly the dark place went away.

It was halfway through my sophomore year when my mom and two older sisters sprints down the stairs and storms out the house. Confused and worried, continuing to curl my hair. My mom walks back in towards me with a gruesome look in her eyes. With so many ideas already running through my head, I was notified that my grandmother was killed by my uncle. I cannot even describe my sense of emotion at the time. Confusion, hatred, and hopelessness all merged into one. And all I could think about was just giving up on everything. That is until my pastor said these words that I will always remember; “You're going to get through this, just have faith.” I took in those words and began to put his words into action

Freshman year was the worst year of my life. I took up toxic habits, lied to the people closest to me, and became involved in destructive relationships. However, I eventually overcame all of this to become the person I am today.

I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was one o'clock around my lunch period, but I needed to go the nurse’s office because I discover something and I wanted to know what was it. Sitting in the medical office while she examines me, she begins to tell me what was going on with me. I felt my chest tighten like I couldn’t breathe and I wanted to cry in front of her, but I didn’t want to show her. I waited for her to leave the room, I cried myself. Heading to my math class feeling ashamed and embarrassed, I wanted to crawl under a rock so nobody can see me or ask me a question, but all my thoughts stopped when I walked inside the classroom sitting at my desk. Being in class with a bunch of boys was hard, you had to be strong and not show

I was given a green binder with 5 folders and 5 notebooks. One for arithmatics. One for writing. One for sciences. One for history. And one for our sanity. We sat in the beige chairs. The teachers rotated. Instead of us leaving and walking into a new room, teachers took their supplies and moved into different rooms. So we couldn’t skip classes. I had never been to school. My whole life was running away from danger. Running away from pain and hurt. But pain and hurt come in many forms. Physical,emotional, hunger, voices in the head. I could tell I wouldn’t sleep well here either. Even worse now that my sister wasn’t with me. I had never left her. Mom and Dad died in front of us. I didn’t know what was going on. “Close your eyes.” And then screaming. Gasp and silent tears. I opened my eyes and black bags were being dragged away. Then there was fire and smoke. I was coughing and choking. Tears violently streamed down my face. Angry eyes were crying pain. And then she carried me. I was only four and she was only 16. I was barely walking, tripping over my own feet. But she held me tight and ran. I cried into her shirt as she ran. Bumping up and down furiously and wind blowing against us. We have been to 57 camps in 12

It was April 2015 on a Monday. It was a warm windy day so it felt good out. Dogs were barking and the wind whispered. I got to School where the trees were dancing and leaves were singing. I remember sitting in the cafeteria and my friend looked over at me and stared for a while. Then she finally asked “What's Wrong?” I said “Nothing” and she came over and just hugged me for a while and I tried hard to hold back the tears of not just sadness but fear. It wasn't the fact that he was gonna be gone or

On May, 22 2009 an unthinkable event that changed me occurred . My sister got into a car crash, and was in critical condition at the hospital. I came home early that day after my dad checked me out crying, we went home and he told me. The words hurt like the coldest frostbite and red hot needles all over my body. I was only five then and when my sister passed away that night I couldn't handle it. She was only seventeen and she was my rock when my parents got divorced, I could go to her for anything. Today I still live with he same pain I

Freshman year of high school was the worst year of my life. It was during this time that I had an exceptionally abusive friend, and she took every opportunity she got to tear away at my self esteem. She picked away at every aspect of my personality, while simultaneously shaping my behavior to her liking. Our relationship was not based on love and mutual support; rather, it was established through manipulation and codependence. She made me believe I was stupid, worthless, and nothing without her in my life. Of course, none of this was true, and the degradation of my individuality by another was abhorrent; however, the experiences I had with this supposed friend forever changed the course of my development as a person.

My brother was holding a cup full of hot milk, prepared by my mum in the desperate attempts to make him feel better. I turned to get some water. Just one second. He was on the floor. Dumbfounded. Confused. Petrified. I could feel the sweat from my forehead slowly inching down. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. Yet, I just stood rooted to the ground, unable to move, unable to speak. I felt like the world around me was spinning. The sight of my brother lying on the floor, his lips turning blue, the suffocating atmosphere, the panic. It was all a

For years, I convinced myself that the story of my life began when I arrived in America at eleven months old. I tumbled through the clichéd white-picket-fence childhood, never realizing how impossible it was to completely discard the first year of my infancy. While I had always known about being adopted from China, I did not fully comprehend the weight of this detail until my late teenage years.