The Ugly Truth On Leaving Uwrf

Over my high school years at Waukesha North, I have had a very diverse and fun experience. From my sophomore year when i started working and earning my own money to my freshman year when i joined marching band. High school has taught me a lot about myself and others, and i only plan to further the knowledge through my college years.

In addition, graduating from high school was a hardship because my grades were not good. I did not take school seriously in 11th grade because I was being bullied. In the result of being bullied, when I got into the 12th grade I manage to not let things get to me anymore, get ready to graduate, and go to college. I gave up listening to what other people said, paid attention in class and, got my grades up so I could graduate. Although I did not choose any colleges to go to, I did have a plan to go to Community College of Philadelphia and start my college career.

My high school experience was overall a mixture of being scared and growing to become who I am today. When I was in my first years of high school, it was just high school nothing more. I had seen teachers as teachers and friends as friends. I just

High school is such a different experience for everyone. We all take different paths and learn new things everyday. We learn trigonometry, how to fix cars, how to dissect a frog, and different laws in the world. The things we learn in class are very important, but along the way of expanding our educations, one will tend to learn a lot about themselves and others. For me, I feel that my high school experience was not ideal and I constantly complain about the outcome. Looking back in grade eight, I had a different plan for me. It took me up until this year to realize that although my experience was not something worth bragging about, I've learned a lot about who I am. I've learned to take chances, be patient, and

    “Wake up Mommy,” said Taylor through her tears as she hugged my mom’s twitching body.

Casey was in a bad mood all day since she got the call. It was like she wouldn’t accept what her mom had told her this morning. Casey wouldn’t let herself cry in front of all these people at school. I knew the last thing she wanted was for a bunch of people to come and ask what was wrong.

High School was hard for me. Not in terms of course work but emotionally it was difficult. I had no guidance and had an overwhelming feeling of being an outcast. My bi-racial heritage—African American and Irish—made it difficult for me to fit in with any one ethnic group and exacerbated the feeling of isolation. Eventually I found the solace of alcohol and drugs and from there I began to drift. I dropped out in eleventh grade and spent a year in an out-patient program meeting regularly with a consulor and therapist. During this time, seduced by the plaintive moans of the blues, I taught myself to play guitar, a skill that would prove life saving in the dark years ahead. The next year I found my way back to a new school and graduated on time, but my problems with drugs and

After swapping spit with Shay, I got up and collected a few of my things to take over to the new house. When my bag was packed, I cut the light off in the bedroom and waited for Shay to make us both a drink before we headed out the door. Before I buckled up in the van, I took my cell phone out of my purse and dialed my mother’s cell phone number. When she answered, I asked, “Are you home?” “Yeah, are you coming over?” “Yes ma’am, I am. I was just making sure that someone was home.” “We’re all here, I’m cooking now because I may go to the bingo hall, but Lester and Imani will be here.”

In my window, I saw the family mini-van pull up into our driveway and knew my parents were back. In a few moments, I heard my parents come in through the door. “Shane, we’re home!” my dad called out.

“I’m home!” I yelled as I opened the faded red front door. No reply, maybe nobody was home. That’s strange, mom was always home to nag at me right when I got home from school. I guess it’s my lucky day. I ran up the stairs and took the first right turn to my room.

While in high school I always could not do all the activities I wanted because I had to take care of younger siblings because my parents worked. Out of the ones I did do though there were a few that I found impacted me. I chose to do Fencing in 10th grade and I am especially thankful I did. It provided me with skills that I could later use and a tight knit, trusty group of friends who were always there for each other. We congratulated each other in each success and picked each other back up after every defeat. We helped each other outside of Fencing too. I also was accepted in Morehead’s Health Science Academy and that made my high school experience even better in my opinion. We learned from each other and helped each other. We laughed, we

I didn’t quite grow up like everyone else. I was homeschooled, from the beginning all the way until graduation. A former elementary school teacher, my mother didn’t trust the public schools. I always performed well, although I didn’t have many people to compare myself to, and, graduation was at 15 (I was eager to get out). I couldn’t immediately go to any college I wanted because I had to stay close to home. I chose Georgia Tech, an engineering school, after it was (strongly) suggested to me.

High school has been a learning experience both academically as well as socially. It was a social learning experience, because I knew no one prior to attending the my high school. This opportunity gave me the chance to branch out, and find who I am and who I want to become. With this opportunity I joined many clubs such as Student Council, Inprof class, Unidos (Latino led the group), CityWide

The high school experience is something that will forever dominate the psyche of most American adults. It was an unforgettable time of fun, rebel-rousing, summer loves and parties. It was a time of warm summer days at the pool and chilly autumn nights, watching the football team and wondering were the party was going to be that night. School dances and hotel parties. Seems like all I can remember are the good times. High School is a very emotional time for many teens and everything matters. The insidious problems that I had to face are but a smudge on my memory, things like too much homework, zits, mean people, gossip, and algebra. The social atmosphere that permeated every aspect of high school could

As much as I did not want to, my only choice was to settle for public high school. I began my freshman year in the honor’s program. I went to school, full of anxiety every day, talked to my few close friends, and often came home after school and just cried. I was just going through the everyday motions and not fully living. I despised public school and most of the annoying, petty things involved in