My Life In High School

High school…what is there to say about it? Many would tell you that it’s like a jungle of sorts, others say it changes you. Many students including myself, go through all four years of high school setting goals and standards for themselves after they graduate. Your teachers and your councilors tell you that it’s a bumpy road but “you’ll get through it”. Well I can personally tell you that high school was none of that.

High school, for many, is commonly termed as “the greatest four years of your life.” It is stopping for coffee with your friends while listening to your favorite songs on the way to school in the morning. It is staring at the clock waiting for the bell to ring to finally go to your favorite class of the day. It is staying after a long day of class for meetings, clubs, or sports, or it is spending Friday nights with your best friends performing under the football field lights. High school can be many different experiences for different people, but most importantly, for me, it was learning essential values of life while shaping me into the person that I am today.

My freshman year summed up in one word would be growth. I mentally and academically grown to the person I am now. The transition of middle school to high school was exciting in many ways but extremely terrifying. It took me a couple of weeks to memorize my schedule. Getting around the school was quite frustrating too. Thinking back into freshman year, I’m shocked at how much I have changed and how different I see my surroundings. I thought that it was going to be the same drama as in middle school but it turns out everyone here just go their

Transitioning to high school gave me the opportunity I was desperately searching for in middle school. I was not going to let the words timid and quite be stamped on my forehead this year, nor was I going to let people trample over me like an unfortunate soul who had been knocked over in the rush of a newly opened Black Friday sale.

My high school years, unlike the past years of steady achievements, felt much more like a sine graph with ups and downs. To begin with, I conquered my freshman year in a breeze. My easily achievable classes not only earned myself confidence, but also admiration and respect from my classmates and teachers. As a result, I comfortably acclimated myself to the status of a star student.

Do you remember all those days as a little kid you envied all those highschool teenagers?As a little kid I’m pretty sure we all dreamed of the day we would begin highschool,but we knew highschool was all peaches and cream.So we all sorta dreaded the day would come,yet we knew there was some perks to it too.I always looked forward to numerous of things,but two of the perks I yearned the most were the diversity of classes there were and the fredom and spirit most highshoolers seemed to have.Of course thougt there is a downfall to highschool too,the loads of homework and the strict teachers behind them.

My middle school years was not a very easy chapter in my life, but the past three years have defined me a lot. I’m an iceberg type of person; you can see a little bit of me on the surface, but the real part, the bigger part of me, is hidden. I don’t show all my colors at once. I keep myself clamped shut, too cautious to share myself with other people. I’ve learned early in life that some people’s stories just briefly entwined with mine before we part ways forever. I learned that everything in life in temporary, and that made me hesitate to get to know people well —after all, what’s the point when you just have to leave?

A freshman year is a year everyone is trying to fit in and find its way into high school. I wasn’t like most students I knew it, and the teachers knew it too. I observed every part of the environment never tried to fit in or forced anything. I watched all of my peers act the same think the same even eat the same. I was one who liked being ahead in the class understand as much as the teachers. Felt pressured to do better despite the fact that I was already doing my best. I didn’t have many friends besides my church peers.

Some of us look forward to high school, while some of us dread it. High school has been a enjoyable but stressful three years for me. Things would have been much different if I knew what I know today. Yes, it’s true what your parents say - you live and you learn- but high school only comes around one time and each year carries on to the next. Being a three graduate at Carl Sandburg, I’ve had to deal with four years worth of knowledge into three years. It’s stressful but graduating early has helped me mature way faster than others around me.

Back when i was in middle school and i was a pretten and was barely becoming a teenager.in middle school i had just switched schools twice. Switching schools wasn't easy for me it made things harder for me. I was failing most of my classes as a seventh grader; i §had §hit a point in my life where i gave up. Then one day my dad had gone into my room and said Asmariah you need to stop doing whatever you're doing and get started on your homework and get on top of your school work

Since the dawn of time I have always been that shy kid in the back of the class. Through my elementary school years I was known as the teacher's pet and I loved it. I would always be the one to help my teachers with grading papers, or being able to write on the board. Basically, I got away with a lot of stuff. Fast forward a few years and we end up in middle school. Some of the best and worst days of my life. My shyness still followed me like a shadow but every once and awhile that shadow disappeared when someone broke through and took the time to get to know me. I’m usually not the one to go up to people and start a conversation, I let people do that. In my head I think, ‘if they want to talk to me then they will’. This is the reason I have few friends, I’m very selective. So with my few friends we stuck around and made it to eighth grade where we got all pumped up for high school and we started to hear about this five year plan called early college. We went on a field trip soon after and I fell in love with the opportunity for a brighter future in a shorter amount of time. I quickly applied but tried not to think about it much because I knew that if I did that I would get my hopes up when they were only selecting a handful of kids from our school. I had this doubt in the back of my mind that I wouldn’t be good enough for this school when everyone around me kept telling me I’d make it. To my surprise, I did. When I got accepted it was one of the biggest life changing

Going to high school was somewhat of a culture shock. New people, styles, cliques, and even some new language. I went from having a well established reputation at Forest Park Middle School to being a nobody at the high school. I didn't play sports, I wasn’t in band, I didn’t act in plays, I didn’t belong anywhere. I decided to roll with the same group of six people for the entire year. Life was dull.

I remember being in elementary school watching, “That’s So Raven,” on Disney Channel, wishing I was already in high school like Raven so I can have the same pleasurable experiences as she did. As I grew older and wiser, I realized “That’s So Raven,” was a fantasy and life is not that easy. Although I had challenges throughout my academic journey; my successes did outweigh my failures.

This all changed when I graduated from middle school and it was time for high school. I walked into Mater Dei knowing exactly where to go to meet my best friends, the best friends that carried over from Resurrection. This didn’t last long. I probably should’ve seen this coming, nevertheless, I was crushed when I finally realized our little group had fallen apart. In addition to losing my friends, I hated soccer. The coach was crazy. The sport was too competitive, and I began to despise it. For the remainder of the year, I just tried to find where I could fit in again. As freshman year dragged itself across the finish line, I was miserable.

The idea came upon me late on a Sunday night in early February. An idea that me and my buddies from high school need one last get together before the end of the semester. Yes, the end of the semester is not for another 2 months, but many of my friends go to a variety of different colleges which means many different weeks of spring break. I realized that this would be our last chance together so let’s go home this weekend and get together. We ran with the idea. We all found ways back home and our plan was to get together that Friday night. I looked forward to that Friday night all week, but when that Friday night came it was all ruined by a guy that would do anything to never be unfair to someone on purpose.