Walking into my first day of freshman year I was scared out of my mind. The school was so big and I was far from being a very big person. I was only fourteen years old and since I am the oldest child in my family, the only upperclassmen I knew were the girls from the soccer team that I had been working out with all summer. The hallways were crowded with friends catching up after not seeing each other all summer and out of what seemed like a million people I saw that day, I barely knew anyone. When I first walked into my class, I figured out I was in community along with sixty-five other kids. The sad fact about that was it was more kids than were in my entire graduating class in middle school. I went to Pleasantview School for the Arts from fourth through eighth grade and it only accepted a ce...
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...ool showed me that it’s not so bad to embrace new situations, but you have to be careful not to let it define you.
In the end, I figured out that I was right to be scared of high school. What happens in those four short years can change the course of the future forever. It’s important to soak it all up and take in as much as possible. Most of the things learned in school are not things that can be learned from textbooks. I figured out that hard work looks a lot better that just being smart and that a positive attitude along with a smile can work wonders. The most important thing I learned so far was to just go for it, no matter what it is or how impossible it seems. Being afraid of things and holding back on change doesn’t help any cause. I learned a lot in that first year of school and hopefully I’ll have the same kind of experience with my first year of college.
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