Tragic Experience In High School

August 15, 2013 was the date that I entered high school. I had high hopes for the upcoming high school years to be my best years ever since I was in sixth grade. I expected that I can make more friends, join more club activities, and can choose classes that I really like. Although I was very enthusiastic and eager to start the all new school years, I also had a lot of worries and confusion about it also. The night before I start my freshmen year, the thoughts of failing classes, and be able to graduate high school kept

On the evening of June 5, 2015, it was the day of my graduation at Our Lady of Refuge Catholic School. I was somewhat nervous, but yet confident and proud of myself that I made it this far in my academic career, and to graduate was a bittersweet moment in my life. The sweet part was that I graduated and I was about to start a new chapter in my life which was high school! However, I didn't want to leave the school because everybody at that school was like a part of my family. When that day finally came, I was ready to enter in the Church with my class to begin the ceremony.

It seemed like a normal day at the time, the sun was shining, the waves crashed on the shore, steady and reassuring. I did a lot of thinking that day. I thought of my future, of what I wanted to accomplish in life.Only now I realize that it wasn’t a normal day at all. It was the day I decided to graduate early.

Who knew High School would be over in a blink of an eye? Four short years and a whole chapter of your life is over. The goal everyone was striving to achieve was completed, yet an even bigger thing was approaching “Life”. All 365 of us would venture out into the world and start new journeys hundreds of miles apart.

The forecast called for more rain on the most awaited and thrilling day of their lives. Desoto High School graduating seniors were spackled with mixed emotions ranging from excitement, to rage. After receiving the news that Desoto High School’s district administrators failed to plan for a rainy day venue that could accommodate a stadium view crowd of elated parents, friends, and loved ones; graduating seniors ran around like chickens with their heads cut off-squawking and fumbling about. What were more than 600 graduating seniors to do? Where were they to go to complain about this incredible fiasco? The purpose of this essay is to re-tell of a short descriptive thrilling event in third person.

Junior year, my life had taken a turn for the worse and barreled down that road until it hit a dead end. However, one event had sparked my downfall. One experience had directly impacted all the remaining aspects of my life. Junior year, I broke up with my beautiful girlfriend of two years, and in response,

In the sophomore year of high school my best friend died. I came to school that day oblivious to the disaster awaiting my heart ,so in my normal procession I came to the band hall but it wasn't the same one I usually came to ,this one was soul stricken and sobbing ...I immediately guessed somebody's beloved llama had died-I wasn't very perceptive.

I had only been in school for a mere few hours, but the reality had already started to settle in. My first four hours of the day were nothing to stress about, they were as easy as sinking a layup, but as the day went on, my eyes got heavier and the classes only got harder. I thought after listening to my first four teachers talk, that things were going to be as easy as last year, I thought I wouldn’t have to stress, and it would be a cakewalk once again, I thought that I wouldn’t have to study, just as I had done last school year. That all changed when I walked through the door of my fifth hour class. It was that moment that I realized that this school year was going to be nothing like the last, it would not

The night of graduation we all lined up the same way we did at practice, ABC order, as I walked out I felt so rewarded that I was able to make it to my high school graduation. We all sat in a huge gym surrounded by our loves ones, Black and gold caps and gowns filled the room. I waited anxiously for my name to be called; with my last name starting with a W I was pretty much at the end. I walked up and across the stage, shook their hand as I received my diploma and smiled for a picture. As I walked back to my seat I feel my eyes start to water because I felt so proud of myself that I made it to this point after years of hard work. I look around once I’m seated and see how happy everyone is. Next year everyone will be going their separate ways, starting college and making new friends. The ceremony ends with a bunch of smiles, some tears and caps being thrown up in the air while everyone is clapping for

though graduating High School was my greatest success, it also was stressful, putting forth the

Our graduation is our coming of age, our right of passage. As we walk across this stage we are writing the closing pages to our Chapter I and heading into the great unknown. It's kinda scary -- but hey, don't you cry, even though high school is over, the times we've shared and the friends we've made will never be lost. The clock is ticking, time is fleeting and nobody lives forever. But true friendship is something we can count on never dying. I hope wherever we go in life it will be happy and even if we all move to remote island countries we can all count on the memories and laugh at all the stupid things we did.

Looming in front of me was something new, a fresh start. Despite being this, it seemed cold and trying, something that sent shivers down my spine. Mixed emotions of uncertainty and optimism had filled my first day of middle school; and as my final year is drawing to a close, I realize that this place-this transitional time in my life- is something that I never want to leave. I created a home away from home, and a family, over the short three years spent learning here. Each school year, from first to concluding, brought new experiences in which have altered my life. These are the things that I am hoping to carry over into high school-my next chapter. Every experience in which middle school has brought leaves me changed indefinitely, shaped for the future ahead.

Graduation is an exciting time in a person’s life, especially a high school graduation. When I think of family and friends gathering together to celebrate a joyous occasion, I feel I accomplished my strongest goal. It never occurred to me that graduation would be the end of my youth and the start of adulthood. Graduating from high school was an influential event that gave me an altered outlook on my existence. Life before graduation, preparing for graduation day, and commencement day overwhelmed me for reality.

It was 2016, and I was finally a senior in high school. Being a senior in high school was something that I had dreamed of since my early middle school days, and at last, I was there. It was the last year in one of my least favorite environments, and I couldn’t wait to graduate and move away from the only place I had ever known. I had lived in the same town for seventeen years, and I had gone to the same school with the same people for thirteen years. I was looking forward to something new in my life. I was most excited for my senior year because it was the year that I was going to choose where I wanted to move away to and what school I wanted to spend the next four years of my life at. As the year moved along, I slowly realized that I wasn’t moving away and that I’d be staying home to attend college, which was one of the most difficult decisions that I ever had to make.

Many people have experienced the over whelming excitement that you feel as you approach high school graduation day, and for me, that’s a day that I will never forget. The amount of emotions that you feel on graduation day is unbelievable, and I have yet to experience anything else like it. I can remember feeling anxious to celebrate the big day with my friends and family, while at the same time I was panicking thinking about having to walk across the stage in front of that many people. Then, the more I thought about the reality of graduation day, I started to get curious, but nervous, about being able to start a new chapter in my life once graduation day had passed. There are several reasons why I, still