Wow, three years have passed and the last day is just as long as the first. Three years of hard discipline and learning to get used to homework every night. Three years of standing on the front steps waiting for my parents and saying goodbye to my teachers. I never thought the goodbye might be permanent. 6th grade came and I was looking up at those giant 8th graders, and now I guess I’m one of them. 6th grade, and I was saying hello, and now 8th grade has come and it’s gone from introductions to goodbyes as my last days as a middle school student wind down. 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. The first time I heard C.R.I.S.P. all I could think of was my mom’s rich apple pies. Now C.R.I.S.P. has more of a meaning. Every day I see C.R.I.S.P. in the hallways and classrooms, not only on the walls but among my fellow students. Everyone wants to help each other out because that’s the way we work here. Everyone tries hard to do their best and be the best person they can be. Looking back on my three years at Twin Cities Academy, I find myself wondering how all these years came and went so fast. I still watch myself walking through the same halls and sitting in the same classrooms as I did back in 6th and 7th grade and I’ve seen myself grow so much, mentally, socially and physically. I still remember everything that has happened throughout my years, the best of times, and the worst. So here I am, not sure if I’m trying to stretch out my final days in a school that has taught me so much, or waiting for a 90-day-straight school-free period. I guess I want to savor these final days with some students that I just met, and some that I’ve known for 3 years because this may be the last time that I see them.
In the past four years, I have made strides at my high school much farther than I could ever imagine. Old Colony began as an escape plan from Apponequet, but as time progress I really have made a place for myself within the school. And as I graduate in a few months, I look back to all the wonderful memories and progressions I have achieved while there and smile.
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
Good evening, everyone we are here tonight to honor the 8th graders from Heninger Elementary k-8 who have finally completed all of middle school. I’m one of the students at Heninger, I’ve attended Heninger since kindergarten, and in my time here, I learned how to set goals and how to accomplish them. My fellow classmates and I am here tonight at our 8th grade promotion from Heninger Elementary we are the graduating class of 2018.
There comes a time in every modern day preteen’s life when they have to go through this traumatizing, dramatic, and awful experience called Middle School. It’s one of the more challenging transitions I’ve ever faced. We go through hormonal changes, class changes, freedom changes and overcome new experiences. Middle school is that place where they throw you to transition through that awkward stage. I find it to be absolute hell and a general pain. But it’s within all the hell, drama, trauma, pain and crap that we all take that prepare us for high school and lets us truly find ourselves.
The day I had dreamed about my whole life finally came, the day that I became a senior. At first it was great being considered the senior, but my feelings quickly changed once everything started coming to an end. I had my last first day, my last volleyball practice and game, my last football game, and now my last vaudeville and soon there will be many more lasts to come. I had always thought that I couldn’t wait to become a senior and be the big dogs in school, but now that it’s finally here I wish I still had more time. Looking back, I only think of all the chances I didn’t take and all of the regrets I have because I thought I had forever, but they weren’t kidding when they said time flies. I still remember elementary, middle and high school like it was yesterday, but now it’s my last year.
I would now like to share my experiences I had in this school. The first year of middle school went by pretty quickly. The second year went pretty slowly. I think it went slowly because we all wanted to be in eighth grade already. Now that eight grade is ending don’t we all wish we could do it all
Over two years ago I was a naive, hopeful student ready to enter middle school. As I was going to be with my friends, the ones I’ve known since kindergarten, it was an exciting point in my life. My education felt like it would be the same as it had always been, easy, and I would fly through it quickly. People asked me what my plans for 7th grade year were, and I always replied with “I’m going to Steller!”, with the kind of enthusiasm you expect from someone so confident. Optimism was uncomplicated when I knew there were no challenges ahead.
All through high school you hear, “these four years fly by fast.” I never believed it until it happened to me. The day of graduating was finally here. I sat through a two-hour long ceremony and waited for my name to be called, along with 375 other class members. I was drenched in sweat walking across the field for my diploma and my ears buzzed from my cheering family members. Without knowing this experience would change me forever.
A year has passed. I am now an eighth grader. All the strangers from the first day of school have now become family. A lot has happened. Some friendships are not there anymore, but some new ones have arrived. I am so grateful for the teachers and peers in my life who have helped me and shown me to be wiser and more courageous. I know this year will be an eventful one. I can't wait to see what it
My first day of high school, the now seemingly small school, seemed so huge and intimidating. Like I would never be able to navigate my way around without stopping at every corner frantically asking each teacher if I was still going in the correct direction. Upper classmen were bustling around the school already knowing where they were going and what they were supposed to be doing. Thinking that this first day would never end, wondering if I could make it to the end and make it home in one piece, I pushed through. Fast forward to three o’clock, the dismissal bell ringing and everyone standing up to leave for the bus or the car rider line, I sat in my chair just staring. Finally, the last day of freshman year was here. After the what seemed
I can almost remember that day like it was yesterday, I awoke like on any other school day. It was a gorgeous May morning, the rays of sun flittered through my miniblinds blinding me as if I hadn’t seen light in days. I sluggishly dragged my limp body out of my warm bed, retiring to the bathroom to perform my normal morning rituals shower, shave, brush my teeth, get dressed, do my hair, and all the other regulars. As I looked at myself while combing my hair, it hit me like a speeding express train, I was about to graduate. I couldn’t help but smile, but at the same time I felt like a part of me was drifting away. A tear came to my eye as I realized what was about to happen to me.
The last four years have not been one cool experience after another, like I imagined in middle school. Walking through the maze of halls on the first day of freshman year was a nightmare. Some of us barely survived the sophomore year slump: we have how many months until graduation? Many of us lived on 30 minutes of sleep a night our entire junior year as we tried to balance school work with our college search, a social life and a job, so we could pay for the car we thought was so cool in middle school. Senioritis struck many of us around September of our junior year, although the epidemic has certainly worsened in the past few weeks. Our senior year has been a constant battle...
For the past 13 years of our education we have been on a journey - a journey full of experiences, challenges and accomplishments. We have made it through elementary, middle and high school. It hasn't always been what we expected and certainly not easy, but as we progressed down the road, we stretched ourselves to reach across barriers and found ourselves in new and expanding roles. We were given the opportunity to explore our interests and discover what really excites us. We have become more independent and complete individuals. Our growth and self-discovery has placed us here tonight.
The majority of people say that high school is the best years of your life, and that saying holds true because high school has truly made a positive impact on my life. High school has cocurriculars, classes of various levels such as basic, academic, honors, or advanced placement, and various opportunities such as athletic sports. I have had a traditional high school experience, but the memories that I have made along the way have been priceless. It is sad for me to think that this amazing part of my life is almost over. During this time in my life, I tend to look back and reminisce on the moments that I shared throughout my high school experience. I realize that I have been blessed with the opportunity to meet so many amazing faculty members and friends that truly changed my life. High school allowed me to figure out who I truly am and helped me realize what I want to do with my life, high school enabled me to figure out my strengths and weaknesses, and high school reminds me of a mountain climb.
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.