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.
She had known this road very well, it was five minutes from her house, and she had taken that turn many times before. Unfortunately, it just happened to be a coincidence that that morning, because of a missed alarm, a long shower, a forgotten lunch, or whatever reason Claire was ten minutes later than normal, she would fly around that corner and crash head on into a bus. By the time her death was confirmed, her “friends” who, earlier in the school year, had no meaningful relationship with her, came crawling out of the woodworks. Their posts about Claire on social media seemed more to say, “I know everyone is sad, but don’t forget about me and how sad I am, give me attention by favoriting this tweet.” Those same people packed the first seven rows in the funeral service, the ones reserved for “family and close friends,” and they all sobbed loudly together, while her true friends and family sat solemnly staring, still in disbelief. Surrounded by all these charlatans, was one person whose pain was more visible without tears, Cedric.
However, in my mind every goal, every dream I’d ever desired seemed ruined. Ski trips had to be cancelled, I had to quit my all star team, I was in a cast most of the summer. It was a hard time, but I was determined to be there for my team this year at state. I was determined to do everything in my power to make sure that happened. Early morning therapy sessions and late nights at the gym, it was all worth it because my doctor cleared me a month early to get back into what I love.
Graduation: the last day that I would unwillingly set foot on the fields of Horizon High School. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest, and tried so hard to keep my feet moving one after the other in order to maintain my perfect stature. After the two hour wait of opening speeches, class songs, and the calling off of the five hundred plus names that were in front of me, it was finally my turn. As my row stood up and we walked towards the stage it had set in at last, this is it, I am done. My high school career ended on that night, but it didn’t close the book that is my life, it only started a new chapter, and with it came a whole slue of uncertainties.
I hoped the greatest challenges I would face were midterms and finals. I did not expect the great amount of loss I would experience which began the summer before my Freshman year. I had a bright start, I was looking forward to being a cheerleader at UMHB. I made lots of friends and I was able to go see my boyfriend whenever I wanted - what could go wrong? Sadly, a lot happened almost immediately after my high school graduation my Great Uncle Bubba- who was my great grandfather by proxy- passed away.
I have always loved teaching since I was a little girl. During my last year of college, I met the love of my life, who was profoundly intrigued by the American way of life. In less than a year we got engaged, married and moved to the United States. I was homesick before the plane left. To me the “intriguing” American way of life was just an unfamiliar, confusing, and upsetting mess.
I have begun the spring semester of my freshmen year feeling fairly established and finally at ease, as UNH becomes my home away from home. Being an out-of-state student, I know how hard it is to come in as a freshman and enter an entirely new environment without the first clue as to how to orient yourself. Luckily I had an amazing RA and roommate, and soon enough I felt right at home on my floor. If I could have this kind of an impact on my residents, like Alex had talked about, I would feel like I had done my job, because support in a new situation can be as vital as water or oxygen.
Someone who comforted my position when two projects and three test forced to miss an episode of the walking dead for the first time. But I am only an underclassmen and looking around my school I realized that the injustice inflicted upon me was common to my junior and seniors in my school. Some of them had never seen the walking dead in their lives. But my story is only one of many. Across America millions of students are putting their minds and body over the limit by taking the most rigorous classes and time consuming extracurriculars in what people are calling a rat race to get into the most prestigious colleges.
She went home excited to tell her parents the good news. This is where the excitement soon ended. 35,000 dollars a year was the outrageous sticker price for her dream college. Her parents said there was no way possible they could ever afford to send her. Tears started flooding down her face; her dreams were crushed.
Sam Charlie and said that is overwhelming and that she is even scared to go to college . And then that high school is overwhelming too. On the last day of school Charlie say to the kid to the locker next to him and says I know. In the end Sam catches up with Charlie about what’s been going on like who Craig ( her ex boyfriend) broke up with her and how Patrick had been kissing Charlie. What I have learned in this book that many quiet and shy people have many secrets that they have and that there is nothing wrong about being a wallflower.