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I honestly wouldn’t change anything about my lifestyle or how my years of high school have gone because I am truly happy with the person I have become. I might change my freshman year only because I didn’t really pay attention like I should have. I slacked a lot my freshman year and I now realize after the rest of my years at school, it really has been a struggle trying to get everything caught up. But now during my senior year I feel like I’m doing just fine and I am making it to the end okay. I have learned a lot throughout theses last 4 years of high school, I learned that high school goes by super fast and you really don’t get chances to redo any of the years. High School is a big deal and I learned to take it seriously my sophomore

When we came back from spring break i was on the baseball team this is a big surprise because surprise because i am bad at the game. When our first practice came around we were talking about fundamentals of the game. When i was listening i was confused because he wasn't making sense nor was he giving us the right information. One example is when you dip you shoulder and hit a pop up you dip your back shoulder and he said you dip your front shoulder.

At Quickstart before freshman year I had a panic attack before I even entered the building. I saw how big the school was and I became extremely nervous about starting school. There was so much pressure to make the next four years, the best four years. Also, none of my friends were attending Lane with me and I did not know how to make new friends. Upon entering the building on the first day I got lost a couple of times but I made a couple of friends and lasting impression on my teachers.

Before I started school I went to daycare instead of pre-k. There were three teachers that I can remember and they were Miss Amanda, Miss Jessie, and Mrs. Teresa. Out of all of them Miss Amanda was defiantly my favorite Before I started school I would go to daycare four days a week and Friday I would stay at home with my dad because back then he had Fridays off. We went to daycare because we do not live near any of our families. I liked spending the days at daycare and also at home with my dad. When I was a kid I was pretty shy and reserved kind of like I am now also. When I was little my hair was very short and extremely blonde. My food favorite food when I was little was meat. Any kind everything from chicken to steak. One memory I have of being in daycare was when one day I pulled a

One early, April morning, people came for me in the dead of night to take me to school. The tinkling sounds of their key inside the lock to the door of my bedroom woke me from a sound sleep. They fumbled with it, betraying their unfamiliarity with the lock, while I rolled over in my bed and half dreamt of reminding my mom that the handle had to be held slightly upwards. When the door opened full there was a pause as light and cool air entered my room, and I propped myself up on my elbows to see why I was hearing such heavy breathing. A tall, middle-aged man approached the foot of my bed, while a short and unfamiliar woman lingered below the doorframe.

“Lloyd over here!” The higher pitched voice of Katie yells from a table she is sitting at with several others. Sadly for Katie, she is almost a year older than me and is one of those unlucky few that had to start school a year late because of their unfortunate birthday a week into the school year. And you can tell that fact when you first look at her she is all around more developed than others in our year, and she always got picked on when we were younger about how she was taller and hit puberty earlier than all the other girls. That’s actually how we met, a couple of jackasses decided to throw rocks at her in the playground, and I beat them up for it. I recognize Bara; an almost black but still blue haired, blue eyed, petite girl that’s dating

A few days after she gets in class and her classmates still making fun of her since they do not have reasons to do it. Isabella gets tired of that situation, one day she gets into her class, everyone looks at her different, so she decided to ignore all of them including the teacher who never pay attention to her and put the earbuds on her aers. Isabella grab her chair and sat dawn during all of her classes.

I remember the very first time I had felt different; I was in the earlier years of elementary school. One day while sitting along a large round carpet with the rest of my classmates, I noticed that right away my curly brown hair and tanned skin could be easily spotted among the sea of fair-skinned children. I understood that everyone was made to be different, but I found it odd that no one looked even remotely similar to me.

An animal that represents my 2016 spring break would be a leopard. My reasons for this include that leopards are independent animals, they seek attention, and they also have a dark side.

When I get out of school I am going to Kentucky. It’s a town called Owensboro that is where i was born, and i lived there for eleven years of my life. So after the two hour car ride to kentucky I’ll go to my grandparents house because i am going to visit them. Although it will be pretty cold we will still go outside to talk and just hang out. Then later that night we will go out to eat at Texas Roadhouse. Then on Sunday afternoon we will get back in the car and drive back home. Of course that will be another 2 hour drive.

I looked at my calendar right as I woke up, and all I could read out of the blur of my phone was: Thursday, May 2016. The entire time I was trying to make out the date on my calendar, I couldn’t help but feel as if something was off. Something didn’t feel right. No matter how I felt I was determined to go to school, I had a test in Geometry. I obviously couldn’t miss it, my grades are too important to me. So I am off to school, I missed breakfast this particular morning. I couldn’t help but feel as if I ate something it would be my last meal. Like I said, this was a weird day for me, maybe the reason I felt funny was because I was in the mood to be dramatic. So be it. I walked out into my yard and felt this immense pain in the lower

When Zach got up to go to his new school and he freaked. He called to his mom, “I’m not going to school,” said Zach.

Upon reflection, I believe it was an incident that had nothing to do with school at the

I moved here with my parents when I was 6 years old. Both my mom and my dad worked very hard so they could get a nice house, and they sent me to a public school. School was confusing because I had a tutor who helped me learn to speak English, but I still had a very strong accent. One day, while I was practicing German with my tutor, the principal called me down to the office. So, I went down to the principal’s office.

My day typically starts with a complete balanced meal of Coach Anderson’s imagination of 1 egg white and 3 grapes. I couldn’t eat my apple though because I had to throw it at Chris to defend my dad when he called me a piece of shit. I let everyone know what I eat, but not as bad as Will Hanken snapping pics of the shit to everyone that has a pulse. I get dressed and ready for school. I put on my muscle shirt first so I can show off these biceps that I’ve worked so hard for. I speed off to school, setting a new record. I only hit 1 parked car on the way today. At school I show off my brilliance for all things academic by excelling in my hardest classes, fashion and PE. I do count myself lucky however, I could be as dumb as Alec Tabora or Tyler Estill, who managed to be ineligible in art for one month straight. As the school day comes to an end, I get a letter in 8th hour. It’s a brand new offer from a college! Too bad I don’t even know where it is, because when I google the school nothing comes up, kinda like Avila.