Emmaus High School Walking into Emmaus High School for the first time was definitely scary. I wasn't sure how to feel. I was a little apprehensive, a little excited, and on the verge of a heat stroke. I had affirmed that morning to my parents that I wasn't that nervous. I felt coerced to be scared, as all the stories I had heard were terrifying and everyone else was mortified, so I should be too. Standing in the heat looking for my friends, I thought about what I knew, or thought I knew, about the high school. It seems everyone likes to scare incoming freshman, traumatize them into dreading every day closer to school. I certainly was. However nervous I was though, I realized somewhere very, very deep inside, I was imploring to go somewhere that I wasn't haunted by all the embarrassing middle school memories. …show more content…
After Mr. Miller yelled at us like a army general about all the things we shouldn’t do, they set us loose to find our homerooms, which I did with limited difficulty. After we were admonished for things we hadn't yet done and acquired all the paperwork that would take our parents hours, we were set loose again. I got lost. The school was like a complex labyrinth and I had no idea where to turn. I ended up walking up and down the same hallway, passing the class I was supposed to be in multiple times. Finally, I checked my schedule for the room number and realized I was exactly where I was supposed to be. After having very similar experiences with my other classes, I finally got to go home. The bus home was not a pleasant experience. It was full of over confident freshman yelling foul
My eyes repeatedly peered to the stands which had a crowd of at least four hundred students eagerly waiting as we were warming up. Observing the crowd I noticed the left side of the field was full of students in orange Parkview High School shirts while to my right students were in purple Brookwood High School shirts. It was the Lacrosse Region Championships between Parkview, the school I played for, and, Brookwood High School. Both of our schools were ranked top ten for biggest rivalries, we knew it would be a fight to win the most significant game for us.
It was 7:00 in the morning when we arrived at the Johnston City High School. Once everyone arrived at the high school, we got on the bus and headed off to Benton. As we stepped foot on the bus, we all sat there quietly, nervous about the results of this game. This was the game that determined whether or not we went on to state. Coach Simon and Coach Shane gave us one of their what we like to call "before the game warm-up talks". We were all nervous of course, but we were all determined to win this game. We had been looking forwards to winning regionals and going to state the whole season and that day was the day that we gave us the opportunity to go to state. After the thirty minute bus ride, we finally got to Benton and once we got there,
It was a typical normal day during sophomore year as I and Kevin were normally having a conversation in the hallways of Neuqua Valley High School during a five minute passing period after class. After walking from the d-wing to the b-wing we just happened to look down at the ground and for a moment we were shocked of what we had found and couldn’t believe our eyes there were three one hundred dollar bills just lying there for the taking so I picked it up and looked at it and we took it for our taking because who wouldn’t like to find three hundred dollars I looked at kevin and said “ We need to get to class, but let’s meet up after school and split the money”. I held on to the money for the time being or at least after class. We met after class
When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team
“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.
It just made things easier for the bullies and things worse for me. Louis and I remained in Wildcats East. I was afraid and sometimes I never wanted to go back. I thought the bullying would have stopped. Now that I am not in school anymore, I feel safer, not threatened or bullied by anyone much anymore. Pretty sad I tell you how school life had to turn out the way it did.
When I was a little girl, my grandma would always take me to her school with her and let me sit in on her classes throughout the day. I always begged her to let me go with her because I had loved getting to be there with her and getting to pretend that I too was a part of the class. Alvord Continuation High School was mainly composed of portable classrooms, the buildings were red and white spanish style buildings. The school my grandmother taught at was not a regular high school, this was a place where students over the age of sixteen were able to attend in order to finish school to obtain a high school diploma. The students she taught primarily looked a lot older than sixteen, they were adults trying to graduate to move on with their lives.
When I lived in North Carolina in 2012, I lived in a small school within a tight nit community. From day one I felt as though I didn’t belong, and the ones who made me feel most out of place were my teachers. My teachers told me to leave and go back to Maryland because if i stay I would fail. I couldn’t believe teachers would say that I was so shocked. My teachers rarely attempted to help me with my work as if I was unteachable because I didn’t learn as fast as everyone else.
For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.
Prompt: Some students have a background, identity, interest, or talent that is so meaningful they believe their application would be incomplete without it. If this sounds like you, then please share your story.
I have always been in love with the game of softball. I love all the competition and the thought of working at it brings joy to my heart. I could always go to the field to get my mind off things and just focus. But in May of 2015 my life changed and I had a whole new mind set on everything.
My name’s Molly Simon and I am 18 years old. I grew up on a hobby farm in Quispamsis New Brunswick always surrounded by animals. After Lakefield I continued my education at Quispamsis Middle School and I am currently at Kennebecasis Valley High School. Even though I’ve only lived in Quispamsis for 18 years, my relatives and family have resided in Quispamsis since 1968 when my grandparents decided to build their cottage in this peaceful town.
Living in Small town located in the Central Valley in state of California. I began my freshman year in 2012 at the Avenal High School. My first day of class and everything seemed to be new for a fourteen years old teenager with big expectations about his future education .Dealing with new people and teachers that I did not back time, I go used to them. Attending to school seemed to be easy when it is not, but also it is not hard if you have determination and discipline. I can tell that I have not fallen my none of classes. There was moment when I got lower grade because I have not been paying attention to the lessons that the teacher was teaching to the class. The mistake of getting lower grade did not make a weak student. I learned to
Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will
Beginning my elementary school career, I attended Indianapolis Public Schools. When I entered school, Kindergarten was only half days, and we were working on materials such as, learning our alphabet and counting to 100. The workload was a far cry from the addition, subtraction, early reading skills, and science that my daughter is learning in kindergarten this year. Following the first grade I left the Indianapolis Public School System and entered into a new school system. Embarking on second grade we started working on the skills that would help us read proficiently. I was absolutely struggling, but I was also so distrustful that I didn’t dare to say anything to my teacher. Thankfully, even without me saying anything to her, my teacher noticed