The first day of school is always very stressful and full of fear for the incoming underclassmen. Going back is usually a complex process for the students, as well as for the parents. It’s the time of the year where the halls are full of not-so-cheerful students aching to exit the corridors, along with teachers attempting to fill their tired heads with useful information. While getting back to school is supposed to be a great thing; due to seeing friends, freshmen are living a horror movie during their first day of high school. The alarm began to go off, the loud sound with decibels higher than the average caused me to jump out of bed at alert. When my feet hit the ground, I began to fall over due to getting up at a such quick speed, as well …show more content…
We pulled up to the front of the school and got in the drop off line. As I watched students climb out of cars while saying goodbye to their parent(s), and walk to the front entrance I thought they looked like zombies. I kept thinking to myself, “What am I about to walk into?” I kept reciting in my head what my sister told me a while ago; “High school is like a horror movie to freshmen. The seniors are the slashers, and you are the victims. Don’t be afraid.” That statement never left my head. The bell began to ring. Everyone rushed in to find their first-period class. I had no idea where I was going. This whole place was all new to me. I looked at my schedule, looked at the room numbers, and looked at the buildings. I didn 't dare ask anyone how to get to my …show more content…
Going back, and starting my first day at a new school was extremely frightening. I didn’t know what to expect. All I had to do was anticipate what my sister expressed to me. She told me that the first day is always the scariest, and the freshman always think it’s like an old slasher movie. They believe they are one of the teen camp counselors and they are about to be hunted down by Jason. I found out that high school wasn’t what they told me it was going to be like. High school was just a normal, ordinary place and was nothing like what I had feared. I realized that someone might tell you something that is not true, just to scare you. They tell these types of things to try to make your life more stressful than what it should be. You can’t always believe others, and you have to go in thinking positive. I thought to myself that in order to convey a positive action, you must be able to develop a positive vision, and that is what I now teach to others who are
High school is meant to be the time of your life, but for most seniors just like me it can be some of the most emotional and crazy time. The things in my past make me who I am today, and the things I do now are the first footsteps into the future. I’ve learned a lot about myself in these past four years, and I still have so much learning to do. This is my high school story; the good, bad, and the ugly.
When I was entering into High School, I tried to join as many clubs as I can, since I wanted not only to be superior in grades, but also extracurricular activities. So as usual, I joined Key Club. At first volunteering at the events was fun, but as I went to more events, it felt as if it was a chore. I did not feel any passion; it was rather tiresome.
8th grade, 8th grade from the opening day to the signing of the yearbooks. This is the year of memories, goodbyes, and regrets. 8th grade and I’m still realizing that there are people in the world that would die to go to a school like this. A school where every body knows everyone’s name, respects everyone, and where violence and fighting are about as common as the Yankees missing the playoffs. When I’m done with my homework and go to bed, as the days of 8th grade wind down, summer will come and go, and I will find myself in one of those giant, scary places called high school.
“High school is tough.” That’s what I was always told. Although, freshmen year was easy for me, I went to East Brunswick VoTech. I woke up at eight and left school at three thirty. All of my friends went to our district high school so I didn’t get to see them much. They also got out of school an hour and a half before I did. The workload was not so bad and I felt a sense of purpose. Then sophomore year came and I decided to transfer to district. I figured I’d get to see all my friends again and there’d be a few differences from VoTech but nothing I couldn’t handle. Oh, how wrong I was. The workload was immediately double what I did in VoTech, maybe even triple. I tried to stay afloat in the sea of work but was easily overwhelmed by it all.
Throughout my life, I had always received recognition for being very agile and quick. My first day of Middle School consisted of the track and field coach attempting to persuade me to join the school’s athletics program. I had previously never been apart of an athletics team, and was willing to take advantage of the opportunity. Throughout my three years of middle school, I was the one consistent member of the school’s track and field team and had an overall successful personal record. Coaches from opposing school would praise me leaving me feeling very confident about myself.
I didn’t know what to expect of high school as I sauntered in the doors as an incoming high school freshman. In my first couple of weeks of school, I learned that it was basically like middle school, just a little stricter with different teachers and a different locker. I asked myself “how bad could it be?” Turns out,
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.
My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my dreams. I don’t think I could have been any further from the actual truth. Things don’t always turn out how they are planned and my high school dreams definitely did not live up to my high expectations.
Transitioning into high school, I experienced many changes. I became interested in sports, specifically football. I was introduced to a larger group of people since the entire county of teens went to the same singular high school. I actually grew taller! I started to see the world differently as I grew older. I noticed how different life was for White people and Black people in my small area learning to behave differently in mixed company. White people were not real. They were plastic like the characters on television as far as I was concerned. No one told me this, but I came to that conclusion based on my experience with them—as limited as that experience was.
I walked in and my stomach made a flip-flop like riding “The Scream” at Six Flags. Everyone was staring at me! With their curios eyes and anxious to know who I was. I froze like ice and felt the heat rise through my face. My parents talked to my teacher, Ms.Piansky. Then my mom whispered “It’s ti...
Do you remember your first week of high school? Most people when it comes to their first week of high school they remember it like it was yesterday. In my essay I will tell what my first week of high school was for me. My topics will tell how my first week was interesting yet boring.
Let’s flash back in time to before our college days. Back to then we had lunch trays filled with rubbery chicken nuggets, stale pizza, and bags of chocolate milk. A backpack stacked with Lisa Frank note books, flexi rulers, and color changing pencils. The times where we thought we wouldn’t make it out alive, but we did. Through all the trials and tribulations school helped build who I am today and shaped my future. From basic functions all the way to life-long lessons that helped shape my character.
As freshman, we came home from school with the mentality that we were no longer children, but rather had entered into a new stage of life. Everything seemed different and new; we weren’t the big kids on campus anymore. We no longer were the persons being looked up to, but rather were the persons looking up to an entire school of older students. We remember joining our firsts clubs, going to dances, and having Orientation days.
I nervously opened the doors to my future, hoping for the best for myself. At first, I believed departing to class would be simple, but when the bell rang for the first time I had no idea what class room goes where and how busy the halls were going to be. Suddenly, the entire world around me scrambled to class, and on occasions bumping each other along the way; it was a widespread panic for most of the freshmen. Fortunately, I found some wonderful teachers to direct me to my rooms that I will spend the next year
It was a gloomy Tuesday despite the fact that it was late August. I had missed the first day of school because I always hated the idea of introductions and forced social situations during those times. I hated my particular school ever since I started as a freshman the