There are numerous of things to look forward to your senior year. Freedom, early dismissal, late arrival, homecoming week, college acceptance letters, and graduation. I was always reminded to be aware of this senior disease called senioritis, a case of laziness your senior year, but I was not told to be aware of tears and torture. The first day I walked through Ridge Spring Monetta High School doors as a senior, I felt like a target. Eyes turned into laser beams straight for my heart. I was blindsided, I did not know where this hatred came from. Smiles turned into frowns, but I believe even with a damaged hurt and red watery eyes, I still came out on top. The first day of my senior year was an emotional rollercoaster. Knowing that in just …show more content…
My best friend use to tell me to stay strong and ignore the ignorance. I was slowly falling apart. Every senior cannot wait until homecoming week. A week of reminiscing over the past homecomings, visualizing the growth over the years, and a week of activities for the last time. Being that I won homecoming princess my junior year, I was confident I would be nominated. I came to the conclusion the way the year started off, my winning days were over. The first day of homecoming week, everyone had to nominate four girls to represent their graduation class. Rumor was, there were a group of girls that crossed my name out. “Why are they doing this to me?” I cried to my best friend, as she wiped my tears off my face with her t-shirt. Knowing that this was just the beginning, I realized it was going to be more times like this. The next day a senior meeting was called. Knowing that I would be in the same room with the girls, and on top of that people who they influenced, made me not even want to go. Sitting on the bleachers at the meeting, ice was thrown at me constantly. I was so frightening I …show more content…
That week of torture really put a toll on me. I did not want to embarrass myself on the field. “Why did I run for Homecoming Queen if my senior class barely likes me?” was the question in my head. As I walked on the field with my mother holding my arm, I felt like a loser already. When my principle said “2014 Homecoming Queen is,” I heard a Bing in my ears and my eyes went blank. I heard my own thoughts from my mind, “You lost, you lost.” When I came back to reality all I saw my best friend in the footballs stands with tears in her eyes. “2014 Homecoming Queen is Tiana Oakman-Tucker’. I was aghast, tears rolled down my face. I went through so much throughout high school, but homecoming week transformed my life. I realized not to worry about what people have to say about me. I would never stoop to adversity, I have too much to lose. I learned how to be robust. Yes, I cried and hid in bathrooms but I never retaliated or showed them the pain they caused. Just because a group of girls abhorred me, that didn’t mean the whole school agreed. I learned how to love myself and do not change for anyone or situation. What is meant to be, will happen. If you continue to be yourself, others will notice and appreciate what you stand
The idea of having to go to school every day for at least twelve years conjures a lot of different emotions – some may be excited about the idea of learning new things and exploring their minds, while others may be exasperated just by imagining the curriculum they must complete during this time span. The term “senioritis” is derived from the feeling of irritability during a student’s last year of high school; this can cause a nosedive in GPA, lack of effort in assignments, and leaves the student with little to no determination to finish the school year. With this said, as years pass through a student’s academic journey, their passion, if there ever was any to begin with, is likely to dwindle down by the time
He we go. Just me and myself now. I can write whatever I want and Mrs. Wesbecher can’t read it. To this point I have wrote about a lot of fun things I have done throughout high school, but that was just the PG version. Sophomore year is when things really began to heat up. One day over at Alex’s we found the key to his parents liquor cabinet. We did exactly what 15 year old guys would do, took some sips and wow did we think we were badasses. Looking back opening the cabinet taking a few sips and locking it back up really quick was quite comical. One night during Sophomore year it was Alex, Cal, and I, Alex drank a lot and we started to walk around town (no license yet). We walked around town for a long time with Alex’s sloppy ass. After a while
Walking into Walnut Hills High School right now would have anyone thinking the just walked into the middle of a tornado. Everyone you look there are students running in and out of doors, in and out of cars, and most certainly either turning in missing assignments or retaking tests. There is only one way for you to explain all this ciaos, Senior Year, the year that all teens await with so much excitement and ambition and the year that every single hour long study dates pays off. For the class of 2021 this isn’t just their final year at Walnut Hills this is the year that friends separate and head off to their different university to follow their dreams.
I began to make personal connections with many of the students at Homecoming. When the event was over, I was, for the first time, disappointed. This was the first event where it did not feel like a chore; it was actually something I was genuinely passionate about.
Homecoming is a widely known tradition that every high school student looks forward to every year in the fall time. It consists of a great deal of preparation and activities that lead up to the big night of glitz and glamour. Students get to soak in the excitement with activities like spirit week, football games, homecoming court, and the pep rally. Everyone knows that the typical preparation of homecoming is all about the dress and hair, tuxes and ties, tickets and rides. All those tiny things will lead the dance to be reminisced after all the students graduate. On the other hand, while others prepare for a night to remember, a majority of people don’t realize what was planned behind the scenes to create such a wonderful event. The behind
My senior year stands out among the rest. Coming into my senior year of high school, I hoped that I would have a nice, quiet, enjoyable, and memorable year. However, it ended up being the worst year ofmy four years in high school. Within the stretch of a week and a half, there were four bomb threats made at our school. On the days of each threat there was a note found in the girls' lavatory.
When the results were posted the next day Mary Ann waited full of optimism because she received the most applause out of all the girls who tried out and the most applause gets to be on the team; but the cheerleading team advisor, Miss Simpson, had final say on who joins the team and she was an older, gray haired lady who dresses very modestly. When the list was posted, Mary Ann’s name was not there, when her friends, Guy and Tom, tried to encourage her to try again next year she refused and walked away defeated. This betrayal of the rules triggers Mary Ann’s all or nothing mentality, she views the world as black and white, she assumed that because she got the most applause during and after her routine that she would be guaranteed a spot on the team. Guy and Tom tried to keep her optimism in check before the list was posted explaining that even though she did do a great job that Miss simpson had final say, so it was no guarantee, but Mary Ann quickly shot them down stating “The most applause wins. That’s the rule. It’s like Queen for a Day. And I got the most applause.” Despite not showing any doubts in her self-esteem before now, being rejected from the cheerleading squad gave Mary Ann’s self-esteem a hard blow. According to Marcia (1980) individuals who are listed as Identity Foreclosures are more likely to change their internal views of themselves based off of feedback
High school graduation is a milestone in our lives where we are able to celebrate the end of a journey, our new found freedom, and our first step into the “real world”, also known as adulthood. It is a night full of reminiscing on the memories we made with the classmates who have been by our sides since kindergarten, the classmates that we may not ever see again. It is a night with mixed emotions, teary eyes, smiles of relief, laughter as we think back on all of the memories we shared, talk of the colleges and universities we will be attending, what we will be doing, and the unbelievable realization that we finally did it; we graduated. It is an accomplishment we should be proud of, a night we should look back on. High school graduation is
I remember my first day of high school like it was yesterday. A lot of my friends were...
Have you ever been nervous and excited for something at the same time? That is how I felt during my last year of high school leading all the way up to graduation. I had never sat down and figured out what I wanted to do with my life; I would always pick something then switch to something else almost immediately. Graduation day was that epiphany for me that I really had no idea what I was going to do with my life even though I was accepted to LSU and declared a major in Computer Science.
The past four years have been fun and easy for some and a struggle for others. When I reflect on my high school experience, I think of watching football games, playing softball, homecoming weeks, school trips, parties and time with my friends. Others have spent their time in drama, band, community service, part-time jobs and all sorts of other activities. We have all watched Mr. LHS grow along with us until it became a big part of the high school year. I enjoyed laughing with and at the guys as they showed off their talents. This year’s homecoming football game was one of the most exciting ones we have had, with four quarters and three overtimes when we beat Jackson 48 to 42 for a homecoming victory. No matter what types of experiences we have had, I think they are important to remember and grow from.
Going into freshman year of high school was something that hit me unexpectedly. I couldn’t believe that 4 years from then I would be graduating. To me it seemed like an eternity of course, as if I had all the time in the galaxy to relax before things would become more profound such as grades, time management skills, and independence.
You know, it is really strange how quickly time passes, after spending my whole childhood wishing I was an adult, now here we are and it's a little hard to grasp. It feels like just yesterday I was standing here in the same position at eighth grade graduation. Ahh, middle school, such a joyous time for all of us, free of maturity and not a care in the world. The biggest decisions I ever had to make then was deciding which group to stand with at passing time and choosing which shirt from my extensive collection of Stussy and No Feat apparel to wear. We were all naive to the danger that lurked just around the corner. We were unaware that the carefree world we lived in was about to come crashing to the ground in a blazing inferno of real school work and responsibility ... otherwise known as high school.
She seemed like a whole new girl. “Bullying At School” mentions that a simple hello or smile can change a person’s life, and in this moment, I felt the change in her attitude, personality, and overall presence (2). It seemed that the simplest acts I did seemed to make a world of difference to her. Graduation day, 2015, I sat in my chair watching all of my friends prepare to walk the stage. As the ceremony began, I saw the girl from that day climb the stairs to the stage and begin to speak. She was our Valedictorian. She began, “Dear fellow graduates. I can’t call you my friends because most of you do not even know I exist. My name is Sam Carter. I am your below average student that didn’t fit in like the rest of you. I had one friend and you know who you are. I was gratefully introduced to a friend earlier this year in a crucial time of my life. Everything was piling up and I was being bullied at school. She came into my life at just the perfect time and saved me. The day she helped me pick up my books and stood up for me in the hallway before class was the day that I was going home to end it. My life meant nothing to anyone. I had my goodbye letter written out, the rope in my room, and had my goodbyes said and that day, she showed me that I wasn’t alone and that someone cared for me. The simple things you did for me changed my view on this world. You saved my life. As I
The end of my second year of high school was an extremely significant moment in my life. I had realized that some of the girls that I swore were going to be my bridesmaids one day, were never actually there when I needed them to be. It became more evident as the years went on, who was there when it was convenient and who was there when I was not as