So as I started on the team, I soon realized that my idiot brother had no idea what he was talking about and it was a good team. I wanted to go back to my old coach so that I could learn how to do a back hand spring because everywhere I went I just couldn’t get myself to do it. Some coaches told me that it might be because I don’t trust them enough to do it. So I had a private class with her before her normal cheer practices. We were working on my round offs and cart wheels when she walked away to go answer her phone I went for my round off and didn’t land right and fell because it felt like my knee gave out.
Doing my oral presentation for my senior project was an experience that made a huge impact on my life. It took many talks with my teacher and practicing in front of a mirror to finally get me to speak in front of people. At times I thought to myself that I would never be able to get over the fear of public speaking. However, I finally made it through my fear and I am not afraid anymore. When my last semester of high school arrived, I knew I had to do my senior project because of every senior I was friends with told me about it but they did not mention what I had to do.
My first year as a student, I called my mother every day, telling her everything that happened, whether it was good or bad, she knew. My freshmen year was the roughest academic year I have experienced, I cried and went home every week and each time I went home my mother was there praying and fasting on my behave. She was there to remind me not to run away from my academics, but to face them with faith and passion. This was not an easy task, but with her motivating me, praying for me and giving me encouraging words throughout the semester, nothing seemed
But I think that was the worst of it. The rest of high school was just lots of relapsing and being “slut shamed” for the one mistake I made as a freshman. I slowly started to make new friends but began to lose them once they found out the “real me” from hearing it from other people. Junior and senior year was just mainly focused on school and having lunch dates with the librarians, who loved giving me new puzzles to do. A month before graduation, which I had barely found out was the same day as my 18th birthday, I started to make a little list of all of the things I hated about high school.
Throughout high school I have learned a lot about, not only myself, but also about my friends and family. I have experienced many things that I only thought happened in high school drama movies. The best years of our lives are quickly coming to an end. I’m not good with metaphors and all that figurative language stuff but I am semi-good at one thing, that is running long distance. High school is like competing in a cross-country race, shy and timid at first, but by the end people will see my true colors as I am crossing the finish line.
My senior year My senior year of high school was one of the most exciting, yet stressful year combined. Not only did I have to worry about keeping up with my grades, but also graduating on time. As I walked into spring woods high school for the last time all these thoughts were running through my mind and I just couldn’t wait to start my senior year and what it had in stored for me. As I got my schedule, I was curious to find out who my teachers were going to be and how they were going to be. I wasn’t worried if I had any friends or strangers in my classes.
“You will always be my best friend,” words that seemed so unbreakable at the time. Middle of my freshman year, and I sat in history, right next to my so-called “best friend” not saying a word. People always say that your friends in high school change, but I certainly did not think that would come true my freshman year. Everything happened so suddenly, one week we were hanging out, and the next, we were trying to avoid eye contact in the hallway. I understood that friends fight, and we had fought several times, but this one had a different vibe to it, I could tell things were changing.
We drove to her office because that was where I had my weekly coaching with my amazing spelling bee mentor, Mrs. Willett. Finally, we arrived, and when my mom came to greet us, she also sensed something was wrong. Building up all the courage I could, I explained to her what happened with my voice cracking while I held back tears. She said nothing, but I could tell she was furious, and after a few minutes, she started to yell, telling me I should have been more serious, I should have worked harder, how did I get that word wrong. By then I was in a full out breakdown; being already distraught from, I could not handle her anger.
Eight years ago I made one of the biggest mistakes of my life by leaving high school. My parents expressed their disappointment about the bad decision that was made. The majority of my friends at the time felt it was better to disassociate themselves with me. The death of my nephew severed as a reality check for my life. February 3, 2015, when I earned my high school diploma is one of the best days of my life that I will never forget.
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.