It was the beginning of freshman year. I didn’t know what to do or how to react to the people and classes in high school. I was so nervous and shaken about what was to come this upcoming year. My fears of getting lost in the hallways, being late for class, or not being in a class with someone I knew were looming over me. I was in some advanced classes that my other friends were not in. I was scared about what people would think so I felt the need to change who I was. On the first day we had freshman orientation and that was when I decided that I wanted to change how I acted. This really didn’t work out for me well because after I made that decision I wasn’t who I truly wanted to be but that was who I was for at least the first semester of my freshman year. I honestly don’t know why I thought that I needed to change who I was in order for people to like me. I had my friends and that’s all that mattered to me at the time. As the year continued on I made new friends and also started to realize that who I was before and who I was then wasn’t the person that I truly was. I went and tried to figure out who I truly was and that was one of the hardest things for me to do. After Christmas break, I decided I just didn’t want to be known as the smart one or the quiet and shy one, so I decided to start trying …show more content…
I still dress up occasionally but not as much as I used to during my freshman year of high school. I might dress up a few times a month but not almost everyday as I had in the past. I think it’s funny to think about the phase I went through in order to find out that I really truly don’t care what I wear to school or how I look coming to school because that’s not what matters. My academics and extracurricular activities are what matter to me most, not what clothes I wear to school
I was so ashamed of my physical appearance and nostalgic of my senior year of high school, that I isolated myself from the majority of the people I’d met. I started binge watching Netflix in my dorm room, making frequent trips to a nearby dermatologist and crying to my mom and friends from home about how I hated school and wanted to transfer ASAP. I was cold, lonely and ugly. I couldn’t wait for winter break so I could forget about my sucky dorm and lack of college friends for a while.
During my first semester of my freshman year, I was the quiet, shy girl that just kept to herself and was focused on school. I always wanted to fit in with everyone but it just wasn't working out. So I became friends with some girls and started ditching school, and skipping classes. My grades were dropping throughout my second semester, and I knew what I was getting myself into. I turned into a girl who did not care about school and class work anymore. School just wasn't “for me.” At the end of the year I failed about 4 of my classes.
This time I moved to Warren, Michigan and I attended my last year of elementary school with brand new people. The process of getting to know people took me a long time. I became the shy student that did not take part in any school activity again because I was afraid I would be judged on everything I did. As the years went by I started meeting new people each year. It is now my Senior year of High School and I attend three different schools: CPC, Cousino, and Macomb Community College, I can finally say that I am gaining my confidence back.
As any normal teen, I was nervous for the first day, mainly being that my best friend had transferred to another school. I thought I wouldn’t be able to make any friends, and such did happen. I was never fully able to “fit in.” My hair was never long enough; my body was never skinny enough I was like the jigsaw puzzle that never fit. But not only did I have to fit in with my peers, I had to also fit in at home to what I considered to be the perfect family. My dad and mom were successful business tycoons, my two sisters were very popular and always maintained a perfect g.p.a. and then there was me, struggling to even get a B+ in class ...
I was told that this, my junior year, would be the easiest year of my high school career. And no, they were absolutely wrong. It was not just school and grades that I was concern about either. I had other things to worry about, things like, driving, clubs, friends and family. I however had no idea that it would be this difficult. Throughout this school year I have learned many things; like the value of sleep, whose really your friend, and that although very important, grades are not everything.
I faced piles of trials in my life. I stayed consistent and busy, and I always had something on my plate. Freshman year trying to keep my grades up was one of the main struggles I had to deal with. There were different ways to deal with the situation I had and everyone has their own way of handling it. I had processes on how I would handle my work, which I call “Keys”. The keys I had in dealing with my trials are with time, patience, and prayer.
My first day of school was better than I thought. I left out the front door and took a deep breath and smelled the fresh air. Shortly after that I got on the bus and sat all the way in the front. I was a shy individual at times but somehow some way I had to overcome that fear. The first week was the hardest challenge, because my classes all acknowledged me as the new student. However, it only took two weeks for me to get used to how everything was. I started off with only three friends, and that ended up being my friends of today. I knew that I couldn’t be the same guy I was in Detroit. My personality will never change but my ways had to change for the better. I didn’t want to hang around any bad influences or people that pressured me a
come out of my shell not being so much of an introvert or antisocial. Once I got older I made
I’m glad to hear that you passed all of your finals with ease. It’s great that you have a 4.0 GPA. Sadly, I lost my 4.0 in the 8th grade when I took Algebra 1. After multiple Honors and AP classes, I still only have a 3.78 weighted GPA. My 2018 has been good so far, since we’re only 32 days in I try not to get my hopes up. I just recently quit my job as a waitress at Stefanina’s, so I am on the hunt for a new job. So far, the hunt isn’t going so well. I’ve only had one interview and didn’t get the job since I will be leaving for Springfield in 6 months.
I have changed in high school the way that in middle school I really don’t like to be involved in any sports or even in student council, from last year I really don’t like any of those things, but now in high school is different.
remember it all like it was yesterday. My history teacher assigned that one big project that is worth half your grade. It was Tuesday morning of my junior year in high school, I walk into class and the day starts good until he hands out the assignment and gives us the due date. The project was to create a diagram from the 1900's to the 1950's or write a 5 page essay. I had been working hard the whole school year to maintain an “A,” but soon none of that would matter. All the nights I stayed up to study for the test and all the study guides I rushed to turn in before the first bell in the AM wouldn’t help me anymore. As a student my grade wasn't jeopardized on all my hard work, but by one simple project. My procrastination had finally put
At the beginning of middle school, my shyness led me to be secluded with very few people. I was the kid who sat alone in the cafeteria and ate my lunch quietly. One day, however, a group of kids approached me and sat down. I remember their warm smiles and the way they talked to me. From then on, they included me in all of their activities and were always so kind and caring. They helped me break free from my insecurities. I was always afraid of not being able to fit in, but through them, I realized that I just needed to be who I was. I knew there were more people like me in the world who needed an opportunity to express themselves. I recognized the importance of accepting the identity of others since it makes each person a unique being who carries their own story that can’t be interpreted just by their appearance. The only reason why I can have my
I would only attended close friends’ birthday parties and I believe I only had two of them, Alex’s and Lyssa’s. My freshman year of high school looks like a 5’1ft me and surrounded by piled and piled of worksheets and books, maybe my core teachers standing in each corners. Each time I got hit by a water balloon, I felt I could finally yet slowly breath again. As I was picking up the broken balloon on the grass, I came to a realization that I could make my high school feel like this water balloon fight. There is part that I get to have fun, yet there is still time to clean; it was all about balance. I promised myself, in three months I needed to make up all the fun I have missed during my freshman year. Sporting events, participating in clubs, meeting friends in the morning, socializing outside of school, etc. Although, my sophomore GPA was not as high as my freshman year, I did not regret any of it. I still have decent grades and I have a life. I realized how much free of stress I was compared to the exact same time last year. I never admitted that I’m a perfectionist, because nothing was ever good enough for
into a better person? It was during my first week of school as a freshman at
I was on the honor roll! I no longer had to dread report cards! Then I had all A’s! Wow! I was going to make it! Grades weren’t the only thing that was changing, I was changing in a lot of ways. I cleaned myself up, grew my hair a little longer and I grew my first beard and mustache. You guessed it! I had started noticing girls and they were beautiful! None more beautiful than the girl I took to my junior and senior prom, Miss Alex Bradley. She made my proms worth renting the tuxedos. I will always remember her as one of my best friends. These were the years that I began a friendship with someone who would turn out to be my best friend (John Phillips). John isn’t just my friend, he is my brother for life.