School Experience In High School

Students who are becoming freshmen often ask “what’s it like to be in high school?” High school is not what you think. Freshmen don’t get pushed in lockers, there's not that one popular girl who shoves other students books out of their hands, and the cafeteria is not the most embarrassing place to be. High school is not an amicable. If you really think high school is a amicable place where students smile at each other, think again. Here is some advice from my high school experience.

1. Provide a short description of your high school experience. How have you grown/evolved from 9th grade to this point? List some of the highlights of your high school career.

Ask any elementary school student what their favorite part of the school day is, and for the most part, the answer will be recess. Being able to run and play freely on the playground, all the while escaping the four, confining walls of the classroom, is like a breath of fresh air. According to the “playground rules,” on the playground, imagination is the name of the game. Upon stepping into the magnificent outdoors, school kids can take a leave of absence from the real world and vacation in La-La Land. As they get older, elementary students may instead opt to jump rope, play kickball, simply enjoy the outdoors, or the like. Not only does this midday hiatus provide young students with an outlet for their energy and an opportunity to leave their

Currently, my academic journey has been filled with very difficult trials and tests of my resilience. During high school, I was not very motivated or responsible when it came to academics. I did not believe in my intellectual capabilities and did not consider college as an option for me. None of my friends or family had been to college; so I did not see it as a likely avenue for me as well. In my experience, graduating high school was a major accomplishment within my family and nothing more was expected of you. After graduation, I realized that I did not want to work at my physically intensive job anymore and discovered I should work with my brain instead of my back. Consequently, I enrolled at the local community college and took a full schedule. It was difficult, because I had very little guidance and had to figure everything out on my own. I had to motivate myself continue and not become despaired or frustrated by being unfamiliar with the process. I had to re-learn how to manage my time and study efficiently, since I worked full time and had to fit everything into a tight schedule. With the help of some very intelligent and caring professors, I found my academic potential and learned the necessary skills to compete in a university setting. Eventually, I received my Associate of Arts degree and immediately transferred to The University of Colorado Denver.

It all started in Junior High. Before then I was just a normal everyday kid attending eighth grade. Hyper and careless. I had no worries and I lacked motivation in school, even during classes I would not listen to the teacher. But It all changed during my ninth grade year in school. In my course of the school year I started to become more aware of myself and other people around me. Peoples opinions and what they thought of me started to matter a lot. This caused me to become self conscious and shy around new people. It was hard for me to start conversations with new people, and because of that I did not make many new friends. I later realised that I had social anxiety and it would not get better anytime soon. Because following that year my family decided to move somewhere new. I was transferred to a new school with new teachers,new faces, and a new environment. I would be entering the scary unknown all by myself. My first day in the new High School was extremely scary. I did not know anyone or how to find all my new classes. The school’s hallways were cramped of the students talking loudly and slowly shuffling their way to class. My body was shoved up against other people's sides while I was looking around frantically trying to find the correct room number.The hallways were white and narrow as the flow of the students pushed me down the hallways. In my first class I had to introduce myself to the class as the new kid. Introducing myself nervously to the in the front of the

I snapped into reality, seeing an annoyed woman standing in front of me with her arms crossed. I wasn’t paying attention, so I just sat there not knowing the answer.

Writing is a continuous journey that begins in one’s elementary years and should hopefully gradually progress all the way up to college. While in elementary school, you learn the basics of composing literature, like stringing together sentences to make one short story, high school is when one’s writing skills should develop the most. Throughout my high school experience, my writing abilities have not gradually been attained. Over these, almost, four years, I have had a couple breaks in the increase of my writing skills. In ninth grade, I took an academic class, fearful of the fact that I would not be able to survive in an honors English class. That year was the longest break of my writing competence. In this class, the teacher gave us “our” rough draft essay. We would have to copy the essay by hand onto a paper, then type it, and she would grade us on the correctness of the paper, leading to everyone usually getting a one hundred. She said this is the way we would learn to write “proper” essays and we completed this cycle for every essay we “wrote.” I felt as though I lost a whole year to expand my writing ability, so the next year I took tenth grade English Honors. In tenth grade, I was genuinely pushed to do my best writing; although, it was intimidating because this teacher gave us less instructions, almost like a college professor would. I found this way that I really enjoy writing essays and writing about all the complicating ideas that came to mind when we were

When I was a in middle school, I was on the quiz bowl team. The tournaments were nonchalant, the questions were manageable, and the teams all competed to have a good time, not just to advance. Because the experience was enjoyable in middle school, I decided that I would also brave the unknown murky waters of high school scholars bowl; I was under the assumption that it would be the same for the most part. This assumption was severely misguided.

If you ask my parents about me they will say that I am talkative, loud, sometimes shy, and of course a little obnoxious. I had my parents answer five questions about me and their high school experiences. The first question was: What do you see as your child's greatest strengths or skills overall? My dad wrote “ Gabbie is a very determined individual. Even though things don’t always come easy for her, she tries over and over again, until she’s got it. “.My mom wrote “ Gabbie is kind, caring, and compassionate. She is always willing to help others and has a big heart. She is dedicated and puts all her effort into accomplishing challenges. “ . Question number two was: What do you hope your child says about his/her experience in school this year? My dad wrote “ I hope that Gabbie learns skills that she can take out into the work field. Although, I want her to have fun and make memories. “ . My mom wrote “ My hope is that Gabbie says that her freshman year of high school is full of learning experiences, life lessons, and unforgettable. “. The third question was : What was your experience like in high school? My dad wrote “ I couldn’t wait until school got out and hang out with my friends. I thought school was about what group you were with and I later found out that wasn’t important. “ . My mom wrote “ I was part of a very small class in high school. We were a very close class and we also had great relationships with our teachers. I have

Do you ever wonder what high school was like several years ago? Can you imagine what it could have been like? People want to know what has changed since several years ago. Since people want to know about high school in the past, I sat down with Deb Hossler, graduate of 1977, to hear her thoughts about her high school experience.

Why am I still here? There's no point in learning stupid facts and formulas. I’m sketching onto a generic college brochure. I hate being in this seminar. I don’t even want to go to college. I mean it’s pretty much pointless for an artist to attend university. Thankfully it’s easy to tune out the boring monotone voices surrounding me. High school is dragging on. I am a senior this year, but it feels like an eternity until graduation.

When I was young, I did not do well in school and was not very social. I was the quiet person in the room that did not learn or understand anything. School and life was only about surviving and not failing, as I put minimal effort into everything I did. Only motivated to not be a complete failure. I was as bright as a muddy shoe. However, this shoe would soon be renewed, as my 8th grade Civics teacher, Mr. Caslavka, polished this shoe.

Like every Saturday morning in the spring, I found myself cramped up in the backseat of a car at an ungodly hour. With swim season ending today with the All-Star meet however, this would be the last time this year that I would have to worry about this specific discomfort, then I could focus on other 5-year-old things like my upcoming birthday. Until then, I’d have to ‘deal with it,’ something nobody my age ever wants to hear. Luckily for me, I fell asleep within a few minutes and didn’t have to endure the rest of the trip to Beaumont High School.

Most people attend high school five days a week for nine months, during four years of their life. Some even spend extra time with extracurricular activities, like sports. That is why my high school has turned into a second home considering how often I am at the school instead of my house. It has been said that, " Life is a journey, not a destination." This has been the case for me in my high school experience. Many think high school is about the diploma, but it is often about the changes it causes every year.

Throughout my first year of high school, I participated in the Gull Lake High School Marching Band. This was something I looked forward to for the entirety of middle school, and finally being able to experience it myself was better than I could have imagined. It is a privilege to learn and play an instrument, especially from so many kind, experienced instructors that teach us students through band camp each year and summer practices at school. The sheer amount of physical and mental work marching band requires is enough to make any person wonder how 150 teenagers are able to handle it; however, the bond that is formed between band members is unlike any other I have experienced. The long competitions, tiring rehearsals, and difficult music and drill is beyond worth the incredible feeling of putting on the marching show and witnessing the impact it has on our community.