Wyandotte High School: A Short Story

That’s right folks, you read the headline right! Lately in Reardan High School, the new student named Junior is the talk of the school. His real name is Arnold and he is a Indian who came from the Spokane Indian Reservation. We have asked his classmates about what are their opinions and thoughts about him. Most of them have said, their first impression of Junior was interesting, considering he was one of the first Indians willing to go to a school like Reardan. According to a classmate, Junior was in a fight where he punched a guy’s face. And ended up winning people’s respect, especially the guy he fought with. He is now dating the “prettiest girl” in the school and is fitting in with all of the kids. He recently tried out for basketball and

“Fight, fight, fight,” was the chant that so often filled the halls of West Monroe High School. The teachers heard it every time but always hid in the teacher's lounge for fear of being attacked. This was the legacy of WMH, fights, student riots, and terrified teachers.

A stranger in the village is someone that is new to a place or isn’t familiar with something. Approximately two years ago I moved, which meant I had to move schools too. I was 15 years when I moved to McEachern High School but it made me be a more independent person.

Fear. As I walked into the huge, unfamiliar building of Gibson Southern High School on my first day of freshmen year, I shook with terror. New teachers, new people, new classes, and a new environment that I yearned to explore, but anxiety filled my body. I had previously attended Haubstadt Community School, where I finally felt comfortable and now everything seemed frightening and different. Although my body told me not to, I forced myself to push through the day with a positive attitude. After all, this would be my home for the next four years.

The warm breeze blows past me as I open the door to the Sweetwater Middle School. Shouts and hoots of excitement about the New Year came from behind me as I speak amid my social circle. It was going to be a wonderful year with delightful students and teachers. By the end of the year I knew to have been mistaken to think it would work out for me.

Young, but driven, Jorge began dancing in the spring of his senior year at Sharyland High School. He was welcomed into Melba's School of Dance's family where he was introduced to ballet, tap, jazz, hip hop, and folklorico.

“ In the early month of May at the Menifee Middle School, it was a normal day until ‘YES’, ‘HIT HIM’ ‘HIT HIM.’ Students were pilling out into the schoolyard toward the echoes of cheering. With the excitement in the air, it was the chance for students to grasp the glimpse moment of exhilaration.

Transferring to Carencro High School was really terrifying. I was a Lafayette High School student and we just thought we were the best school since we were an A school. Like “ nobody couldn’t tell us anything.” That been my mindset for the past 3 years since I’ve been there. I remember there were times I was like” I can’t wait to leave that school.” I honestly didn’t think I would be leaving so early.

“I know Thomas, but these kids are just too into their electronics and you have tried to stop them, but it just hasn’t worked,” said Mason Ford, Assistant Principal at Podunk High School. “We need another way to stop them from using their phones.”

People sometimes forget that not everyone is capable of a high school environment. Sometimes to be successful, you have to fail. I had just moved in with my mom therefore I was going to be the new kid at Lake Gibson High. I was nervous, but I tried my best to hide it behind a smile. My mom has always been able to see past the fake smile, although to everyone else, I was just another happy nobody. I knew that I wouldn't fit in. My anxiety made me breathe heavy. I got off the bus, still no one noticed me. I was hiding behind my black hoodie with my hair covering my face. “Breathe” I mumbled before stepping into my 1st period English class. I took a seat in the back, and all except the teacher ignored me.

It was my first day of freshman year at Springfield High School in Springfield, Oregon. My counselor said to everyone that she couldn’t wait for June 5th, 2015. One might ask, “What is so important about June 5th?” Well, that day was graduation night. In my head I thought “That is an eternity away from now.” It was actually four years that only felt like one. Springfield was a great high school. I was fortunate enough to have friends from elementary and middle school attend the same high school. Having support from your friends I believe, is key in having success, and most importantly fun throughout your high school career. Friends can keep you on track with your studies. I for one, always encouraged my friends to do good in school so that they could walk the stage to grab their diploma.

I can still remember that day... Heart was beating real fast, palms were sweating, stumbling across my words and I honestly felt like the world was coming to an end. Starting over at a new school halfway through the year has got to be every kid’s nightmare. I went from a private to a public school which was the hardest switch of my life.

I am completing my second weekly-required meeting and hate this one more than the first. At least the first one was with just my fellow English teachers discussing our summers. This meeting includes the English AND History teachers. Apparently, Bonnie-Leigh High thinks the two subjects are closely related and feels they should have their meetings together to discuss freshmen. I still don’t understand why we are discussing the new freshmen class twice a week for two weeks. I could be putting this made time into Aiden. That is if Aiden had any free time. With September quickly approaching, Aiden has done nothing but write and write. Any conversations we have are small and we haven’t actually seen each other in a week, which is abnormal for us.

On one faithful day I started my car and was about to leave Croatan High school. It was a cold January day it wasn’t sunny I wore a black shirt and grey shorts. As I start to pull out my spot into the straight way to get on cougar lane someone stops me. The person that stopped me was my buddy Jacob he made the jester for me roll down my window and so I did and he said. “Hey man do you know when the next test is in Mr. Slater’s class,” to which I reply. “No let me know if you hear otherwise,” and he walked away. I roll the other window down as Stair Way to Heaven comes on and turn up the music. I pull into the straight lane behind three cars and wait for someone to let one person in so the line will die down.

The arrival of the town’s carnival meant two things: summer was coming to an end and school was starting up again. While Ryder would normally groan at the thought that his summer vacation was ending, it was kind of bittersweet this time. After all, he was entering his last year of high school and it would be the last time that he would walk down the halls of McKinley High. It was crazy to think that he would be graduating in just a couple of months and despite the fact that he was pretty stoked to move on with his life, he couldn’t help but be a little scared too. He knew he couldn’t dwell on it too much though, which is why he had to make the most of his senior year, while trying to keep his grades up.