The High School Experience Essay

I remember how nice it was to wake up at 10 in the morning, and not having to worry about school. I honestly felt like I would never make it to school on time due to my sleeping rate. As the days went on, my friends and I slowly drifted apart. Brad and I were starting to become better friends. I had went on two trips that month, one was to Traverse City for school shopping, and the Great Wolf Lodge, the other was Saginaw for school shopping with my best friend Breanna. I ended up having a really good time on both trips. I added up the total amount of clothes I bought and I spent over 1100 dollars worth of clothes. It’s either go big or go home in my family. As the month progressed, we stopped talking and later just dissolved into bits of nothing. I personally regret what happened, due to the security I felt between all of us. We let it all tear down like a brick wall, and that wasn’t right. Later that month, we all went to freshman orientation. Breanna and I went together and we were talking about how fat everyone had gotten. It was from that moment on that I started to like high school. It made me feel like I was home. Many people have bad high school experiences, but it only makes them stronger. However, I feel like my high school experience so far is good, and I hope it stays that way.

How enriching was your freshman year whether it was in middle school or in high school? Would you change it in any way or prefer something else if you could go back? A lot of school districts out there already have made the transition of moving the 9th graders to high school so this will not apply to those; this will apply to those that have not yet made that transition. Much debate is occurring throughout the United States, particularly my school district, as to whether they should move the 9th grade up to the high school or keep it at the middle school level. To maximize the high school experience, I am supporting the idea of my school district moving the 9th graders up to the high school so that in turn, they will be more prepared for college.

6th grade: Bayushki Baya was really bad I’m not gonna lie, the reason why was because they were off key I couldn’t hear the guys, and they had no pitch I thought.

As I walked from the middle school to the high school for the very first time, I knew that high school was going to be an adventure to remember. I wish I could go back to that day, and tell myself that I was going to be ok. I wish I knew that I wasn't going to die from what I thought would be a “Boat Loads Of Homework” Now as I think back of what I was like the first day of school, not many things pop into my head that have changed. Other than physical things, I think that the main thing that has changed is that I am much more confident than I was as a weird little middle schooler. I am no longer afraid to walk up to people and talk with them, and interact between the class.

It has been tough gaining School experience, however; my old primary school was very nice in allowing me to shadow different teachers to see if teaching is the right career path for me. I previously gained work experience in a school 8 years ago nevertheless, things have changed intensely. Technology is swiftly changing and children often use laptops as well as interactive whiteboards to increase their development in learning. I have been trying to gain as much experience as possible however, due to work commitments, I have only been able to shadow teachers whilst I have taken holiday from my current job. Helping teachers in my old Primary school was fantastic as I was able to teach children the basics such as reading or spelling. I was set a task to determine how well children were reading and to make notes in their reading diaries to allow parents to see how well their child has developed. Whilst the children were reading I would help them voice certain words that they found tough. I also was in a year three class and the teacher set them a Maths task I was there to help and make notes in the book to help children develop. The teacher in that classroom explained to me that she has deliberately sat all mixed abilities across the classroom as children should be

During my elementary and middle school experience I don’t ever really recall doing reading groups, however, Accelerated Reading was enforced in my elementary schools and one of my middle schools. In 5th grade I remember that there was a school-wide competition for most points accumulated and most books read. I won first place for most points accumulated but took second for most books read. Through my elementary school experience I had read the Harry Potter series, The Series of Unfortunate Events, a thirteen book series, and the Percy Jackson and the Olympians series. There was a state-wide writing contest during my 5th grade year in which I made it to the state level. The topic of writing was about bridges. The story could a literal bridge

Sitting there listening, waiting and plotting. The judge, above seeing into everybody’s mind. The jurors seem confused and interested. Guest, nervous. The room was quiet and mysterious filled with secrets. She stands up and argues for hours, now the secrets come out. Everybody’s interested yet impatient. The trials over and she win/lose the case.

The bus comes at 6:30. It’s 6:25, and I’m still lying in my bed imagining today like any other day. Alone. Walking through the halls, of a place I know I don’t belong in. Knowing that my peers around me hate me and treat me differently just because of my money situation, it hurts, we were all accepted to this school for one reason, knowledge, and one special talent. I would never be able to be at this school without a scholarship, and now I wish I never had it. I would throw away everything; my high IQ, my art, everything. Just to go back to normal school for poor people like me, and not to be treated like before. Now it’s 6:28 two minutes before that stupid rich people coach bus comes to pick us up. I jump up, grab my art supplies and my backpack and head out. I sit on the bus, alone. Behind me is Aria, Martha and Gabe, the main bullies, to me. Only me. Every morning is the usual, they spit gum into my hair. I’m used to it by now, we have assigned seats so it’s not like I can move away, every moment, every class I’m with them, they’re so mean. And no one cares. No one. I’ve tried to stand up for myself, but that doesn’t work. I don’t know what else to do.

When people start high school they’re usually so excited. They can’t wait to experience everything that comes with being in high school, I mean who wouldn’t? Everyone says that high school is the best four years of your life. Now that I’m months away from graduating, I can’t say they were my best years but I can say they were my most educational years, of course I wouldn’t say that they weren’t fun because they were. When I say educational, I mean I’ve learned so much about myself and so much about life. I learned what the words family, love, betrayal, law and life meant. All these events changed me, and I’m glad they happened because I wouldn’t have learned all these lessons. My personality hasn’t changed; I’m still a carefree girl,

As a small child in elementary school, I can remember the anticipation of unstructured recess that followed our daily lunch routine. Ordinarily, the bell for lunch would ring. The teacher would line everyone up and that is when the excitement would erupt. Immediately the chatter of little voices commenced among the students as they collaborated with their peers about what they desired to conquer first. At that very moment imaginations exploded! Were to begin? Would be the question on everyone’s mind. Where would the perfect place to meet up with your friends be? Would it be the luxurious field full of dandelions? Or the merry-go-rounds, slides, swings, monkey bars, jump ropes, the possibilities were endless. The instant lunchtime was over the teachers would open the portal to a wondrous world of whimsical delight: The Playground! Instantly the deafening sound of screeching chairs sliding across the cafeteria floor would erupt. Followed simultaneously with the rumble of wild, uncontrollable energy bursting through the cafeteria doors. Students scattered uncontrollably; running competitively to their previously discussed desired positions. FREEDOM a time to run wild with no cares, no worries, a time to jump, and holler. A time to enjoy being a kid. A time to appreciate being with friends. A measure of time with limited restrictions unstructured recess. Years ago we did not comprehend that this type of interaction actually aids the human body with development of social, mental,

August 2009, in the dead heat of summer I awoke with excitement for the day to come. Shooting up out of my bed to look at my clock. It reads six o’clock in the morning. Going down my checklist in my head I start getting ready for the day. Today is the first day of band camp. Two weeks of sweating your ass off in the blazing Florida sun and enjoying every minute of it.

In Senior year my only goal consisted of finding platforms that would provide optimal opportunities to convince colleges they need me at their schools. To reach my goal I took the ACT fives times, constantly checked my GPA average, and volunteered frequently. None of this however, compares to the biggest step I accomplished while working towards my goal: Completing Composition I. When I signed up for my first college class I imagined a scene similar to that of a movie’s with a huge room containing over one hundred college students brainlessly jotting down notes from a professor's powerpoint. I did not expect the class to look similar to an average high school classroom. However looks can be deceiving, and upon my journey into a transition between a high school experience to a college one, I found the level of difficulty to increase tenfold. Everything needed more effort, more time, and more evaluation. What I thought I knew about writing was flipped upside down and rearranged. Composition I taught me more than I thought I would learn in the class. The course taught me how to use the writing process to improve my writing and utilize various grammatical sentence structures, as well as produce impressive summaries over any college reading thrown my way.

The first day of school can be a little intimidating, especially if it is in a country where you do not know anyone. That’s how my first day at Columbia International College was (felt). However, my expectations of what I thought would be a solitary day, changed the moment I met Alex. Alex is a friendly and charismatic guy from Hsinchu, Taiwan. He introduced me to his friends and showed me the school throughout the day. As time went by, I fell in love with that high school and everyone in it. Looking back, one of the most cherished memories I have from high school is the one when someone changed my high school experience with a simple hello.

The last few weeks of my senior year I was confident and exited to graduate. As a running start student, I was eager to continue my education at Eastern Washington University. Then an unfortunate series of events unfolded. I found out my dad at 53 years old had cancer and had two weeks to live. He wouldn’t make it to see me graduate high school. A week before he died, I broke my ankle and ended up in the hospital for surgery. With finals coming up I had to come back to school and meet the requirements for graduation so that I could continue my education.

The plane with engulfed by the smell of lemon. The flight attendant had just come around to give out snacks when my unruly stomach decided it was the perfect time to unleash its full potential, into an airplane bag and onto my seat and my Spanish teacher’s husband. This haunting memory has never since been erased from my mind. I now reflect on this experience and share it. Upon realizing that if I opened up and took some steps out of my comfort zone, like spilling this juicy story, I was a much happier person in my own eyes and to other people.