Entering High School Essay

Entering the high school, I knew it was going to be a challenge I was not prepared for. Towards the end of middle school, the teachers tried to scare us about how high school would really be. They talked about how the work would be super hard, how the teachers were going to be stricter, and how it wasn’t going to be easy at all. My first day was packed with homework. I wasn't expecting the teachers to give us homework on the first day; we never had homework on the first day in middle school. It sort of seemed unreal to me. I was hoping that everything would come easy in high school and I wouldn’t have to worry about cramming homework in almost every night.
In the middle of my ninth grade year, I got used to how the high school worked. I knew how bad my homework would be almost every week, how the test was not related to what we did in class, and how late I knew I would be up due to the lack of sleep and homework.

I wasn’t mentally prepared for any of this. I didn’t want to be up past 12 every night because my homework was too much or because I had a very important test the next morning. I didn’t want to take another test and forget everything I studied. I basically gave up on school.
As I entered my tenth grade year that became my bump in the road that I knew I couldn’t get out of.

My mindset in entering tenth grade year was to have fun and do nothing. I knew that I was going to be lazy and do absolutely nothing right when I walked through those doors. During that first week of school I tried to get on the teacher's good side so that I never had to worry about late work and I could still receive full credit. Most of them fell for it until they realized that I was being a class clown, acting up to impress the class, and not taking anything seriously. Those teachers who knew that it was all an act stopped playing along and then they took their job more seriously to grab my attention. I realized that I was going downhill when I had to hide my report cards from my mother so she wouldn’t have to get at me for my grades. Every time I logged into Progress Book, I just looked at my grades and logged right back out. I was super lazy with all my school work and barely had the grades to play basketball which soon ended in an ACL injury

anyway.
The year started to creep to an end and I didn’t have any way to try to get my grades up in time and my finals wouldn’t raise my grades high enough to have me where I wanted to be. I knew that I had messed up this year up so badly that my mom was going to kill me when she saw my report card. This time I couldn’t hide it from her; I wanted to face the consequences because it was my entire fault from the beginning. I knew I was better than this. I came into this year knowing that I wasn’t going to take it seriously and it showed. It hit me too late and affected me dramatically. I wish I had been stronger. I wish I had the mentally that I was going to make it through that year, but I just messed up. Going into my senior year now I realize that it was nothing else I could do.
After the rough two years that I have experienced it made me realize that college is around the corner. My transcripts weren’t going to be pretty so I knew I needed a solution and quick. Junior year was my turning point for me to try and raise my gpa and maintain good grades. I knew colleges want to see improvement; so I was going to give them improvement. I knew I was lazy back when I entered high school; but now that I’m much older and developed I know I see my future.