Heart Break After months and months of waiting for a decision, I had mentally come up with my own. The money didn’t seem as if it would come through for my brother and I to go to the private school my dad worked at, Hyde Park, so I was mentally prepared to stay at Cedar Park High School for the rest of my high school career. Everything seemed to be pointing at me staying there anyway, the guy I had been in love with since 7th grade asked to get back together the night before, this morning I had just run the Color Run with one of my best friends, and I had just finished hanging out with a group of my favorite people for a school project. It seemed as if God was calling me to stay at Cedar Park, and then when my mom came to pick me from my friends house, she said that one sentence that changed my life; “The money came through, welcome to Hyde Park.”
While our theatre program could not afford microphones for our school musical and our science classrooms had not received updated textbooks in nearly a decade, the football and volleyball teams were given all new uniforms, even though the old ones were only a year or two old. Our school often spoke of the financial struggles they felt, yet the budgets for sports were never up for debate. Ripley talks about the benefits of high-school sports, and while I cannot deny that it is important to value “exercise, lessons in sportsmanship and perseverance, school spirit, and just plain fun” (3), it’s not worth the sacrifices the schools must make to have sports. That mentality also suggests that playing sports is the only way to gain certain life skills; however, someone might learn about teamwork from being in a play or doing a group project in school. School spirit could be encouraged through pep assemblies.
During my senior year of high school, I often had dreams about leaving my parents house. Fantasizing about freedom and, the ability to come and go as I wished took the place of time designated for class work. I was tired of being told what to do, and I grew weary of the monotony of taking out the garbage and cleaning my room. Being told to come in the house by 10 pm while my friends stayed until 12 pm seemed unfair to me. The media bombarded my mind with the idea that being a football captain in senior year was supposed to be filled with keg parties, and orgies with cheerleaders.
Looking back to where we all were a year or two ago when we were right out of high school, but we had no idea how this would turn out that in just a year or two halves of our very close fend group would be gone doing a new thing in a different state. Think about how they all had careers that they would follow for the rest of their live also made me felt ashamed that I hadn’t found my own calling that I wasn’t really doing anything exciting with my youth while I still had. I’ve been there a couple more times since my first trip down there and every time I fall more and more in love with the Colorado lifestyle. So when people ask me the question what will you be doing in 10 year I say I don’t really know but one thing I do know is that I’ll be doing it in
Why should I be friends with people who don’t even care to check in on me? That question lingered in my mind that whole week and weekend, when I finally realized that there are changes that come with high school and this was going to be one of them. They didn’t talk to me or try to figure out what was wrong, they moved on with their lives like I had never even been a part of them. I couldn’t sit around and waste away the rest of my year, hoping they would care about me again, so I was compelled to move on too. All the exciting ideas and plans we had made, I would experience with new people.
As I loaded in the U-Haul with father, I remember thinking this was the end of my life and everything that I’ve known for the past fifteen years has come to an end. After moving into my new house in the middle of nowhere, I started to realize that maybe everything does happen for a reason. As cliché as it sounds, I was starting to become excited about the beginning of a new adventure. Although I was excited, a part of me was saddened by the fact of not being able to experience the first day of high school with my friends. My brother was my only friend, with that being said, me and him walked through the school doors side by side.
Months and years went by I would still be drinking, smoking and skipping class constantly but still weirdly keeping my grades high than a C. I graduated on stage from my middleschool with deceant grades. I went to a good highschool, but I still had those horrible habits. I knew what I was doing was off course because no one in a young age should be doing those type of things. I wanted to s... ... middle of paper ... ...to school because I had a hangover but I told myself that I would never touch any of that again. It was hard not too because most of all my friends definition on "we are going to have a great time" was that we were going to do everything I set myself not to do anymore.
I was on my last high school year, I anxious about it, I was really looking forward to the living fully that year, but not like you think, I didn't mean it as in getting good grades and getting a scholarship... no, I meant, having fun, enjoying my teenage years. I considered myself not too popular, but instead, outgoing. I liked going out every weekend, and you know, that wasn't the problem, everyone deserves having fun but over the last few years I had lost my close relationship with people I loved. My routine every weekday was going from school to my room, and from my room back to school next morning. I did my homework and all my gree time was sepent on listening to music.
The WBB - Dominic’s Perspective I am going to start from the very beginning, it was back in elementary school so it’s a little fuzzy. But in this time, I met some of the most influential people in my life, Carlos and Simon. Fast forward about two years into 7th grade. I ended up losing connection with Carlos but Simon and I stayed as buddies. Since I came to school a week late, I didn’t really have any friends in my classes so I had to improvise.
She could read a different one every day. During Flag Core practice Georganna's freshman year, Katrina accidentally hit Georganna on the head with her flag--but Georganna really got upset and chased Katrina around the entire school with the flag pole! Georganna loved chocolate--and she'd get sooo hyper when she ate it! Taco Bell was also her favorite. She could be found there every weekend with different friends.