Freshmen Got Stickered On The First Day of School This is what you might see in most of the schools on the first day of school: lost freshmen guided by reliable senior sisters and brothers to classrooms. But McIntosh has a distinct tradition of how freshmen would be welcomed: stickers and glitters. The 2017-18 school year had started on Monday, August 7 for McIntosh High School. Continuing the tradition, Seniors showered Freshmen with sticker messages and glitters. Popular messages included "Where's my mommy?" "#Lost" and "Go Warriors!" Freshmen Grace Blum commented, "The glitters got into my hair and was hard to get it off, but it was fun." She got four stickers including "#Lost," "Booth Blast," "Suck Ducks," and what she found the most interesting, "If Found Return To JC Booth." She says that she was not offended by the stickers, and enjoyed to see the different messages on the stickers on the contrary. Freshman Nanami Lillie, who received three stickers, agrees. "I didn't feel offended at all... It was actually less than what I had expected." …show more content…
They were not from Freshmen, however. Some Sophomores and some Juniors complained that they received stickers by mistakened as Freshmen. Senior Claire Sehneider, who did not participate in this activity, shows frustrations to Seniors who sticker random people without recognizing who they are. Principal Lisa Fine responded to this on the senior orientation, "Please be careful on word usage for
Walking into Walnut Hills High School right now would have anyone thinking the just walked into the middle of a tornado. Everyone you look there are students running in and out of doors, in and out of cars, and most certainly either turning in missing assignments or retaking tests. There is only one way for you to explain all this ciaos, Senior Year, the year that all teens await with so much excitement and ambition and the year that every single hour long study dates pays off. For the class of 2021 this isn’t just their final year at Walnut Hills this is the year that friends separate and head off to their different university to follow their dreams.
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“School can be a tremendously disorienting place… You’ll also be thrown in with all kind of kids from all kind of backgrounds, and that can be unsettling… You’ll see a handful of students far excel you in courses that sound exotic and that are only in the curriculum of the elite: French, physics, trigonometry. And all this is happening while you’re trying to shape an identity; your body is changing, and your emotions are running wild.” (Rose 28)
When I arrived here at college I was extremely disappointed with the selection of food here in the cafeteria. I frequently found myself eating only hamburgers and pizza over and over again, simply because I did not like the other choices. About four months into the school year I had do go to the doctor for a virus and when the nurse weighed me I was a little surprised by what I saw. I had gained a little over ten pounds, close enough to what some refer to as the “Freshman 15.” It is a common fear among college students that they are going to gain fifteen pounds during the course of adjusting to college life. However experts have stated that the idea of the so called “Freshman 15,” is not that accurate. Every college student is obviously not going to gain fifteen pounds. However I believe that it is possible and it is a problem for many college students. College life completely changes eating habits among college students. Most students do not make the right choices about eating and exercising. College students across the country are severely unhealthy in their behaviors, and for some students the “Freshman 15” may be a reality.
Good morning teachers, faculty, administrators, family, friends, and of course students. It is a great privilege to be standing here today and representing our class on our eighth grade Class Day. Can you believe it? Four years ago, most of us walked into this school as nervous as we were the first day of school. We were the tiny fifth graders, the youngest students in this middle school, not knowing where anything was and how to navigate the school. Now, those same four years later, we’re leaving this school behind to a whole new school being just as nervous as we were when we first arrived. It has been a long four years as well as a short four years. Long because of all the tests, quizzes, finals, and projects, but short because of the lifelong friendships, the lasting memories, and the truly interesting and amazing things we learned in-between. The Abington Heights Middle School is definitely a welcoming, fun, memorable, and great school that I will never forget. These four years spent with these wonderful classmates has been an extraordinary journey with many cherishable memories.
As you embark on your journey towards becoming a freshman in high school, choosing and adjusting to new people can sometimes be very tedious task. Try to become a leader rather than a follower and working to achieve this goal can play a principal role in the early days of your experience. Finding yourself becoming a member of the wrong crowd can seriously alter your potential and lead you down the wrong path. I understand that no one desires to be that one person that sticks out like a sore thumb. But it would be the best decision, or otherwise it could end badly. As a former student who was always being classified as a delinquent in high school, i have now been equipped with the experiences and ability to talk about the bad and opposite experiences and therefore try to influence fellow freshmen not to trod that path.
Being a senior to me means more that just one thing. It means my last ten football games, senior project and, graduating. It seems like yesterday that I was in eighth grade watching my brother play football on the same field I am now. Back then being a senior in high school seemed so far away that I never took the time to think about it or anything. Now that it’s here I wonder where the time went.
The sun shines on a warm June day. Trabuco Hills High School’s 2013-2014 edition yearbook, the very first book I contributed to, has been published. As I walk to my sixth period yearbook class, I see swarms of students passing around multicolored pens as they finish signing each other’s yearbook before the bell rings. I can hear an echo of laughter coming from my classroom as students of all grade levels flip through the freshly bound book, contemplate puns, and embrace each other on the account of all the hard work they put in this year. I feel the smile on my face stretch ear to ear as I walk in the room, with a multitude of pens begging for my signature in their book. I have never felt more proud of my achievements then when I first held
Class of 2012, as we sit here this evening, I would like you to take a look at the classmates sitting around you. Many students have given countless hours of time, energy, and passion to worthy cuases that they have been a part of throughout high school. However, those aren't the only students deserving of recognition this evening. We have students here tonight, who have taken a stand for what they believe in, not even hesitating to compromise their reputations.
Through these fun and challenging times each one of us has built strong relationships. Whether it was with friends or a teacher, we have developed connections and memories that will be with us forever, even if we lose contact with those individuals. Some students have discovered they have a passion for writing through a creative writing class or want to have a career in business from taking Mr. Ide’s inspirational marketing classes. Others have participated in CLIP or summer school to catch up and make it possible for them to be here today. I went to Heights Elementary and have spent the last 12 years with the same group of people. Attending school with the people I’ve known since elementary and middle school, and making homecoming posters with them for four years in a row, has given me a chance to get to know the people around me better than I ever thought I would.
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
Let me begin by saying that I am very honored to be addressing the County High School Class of 2012 as students of this institution for the last time. We've spent these last four years creating some serious memories: four years of chieftain power, leaking roofs, questionable Homecoming skits, and musical principals. Four years of good teachers, bad teachers, new teachers, old teachers. Four years of youth, music, growing up and breaking free. Four rubber chickens, four yearbooks, four ASB presidents and four chubby bunnies.
"The Freshmen fifteen" is one of the most dreaded rights of passage into college. It is a well-known fact among college students, that one gains fifte...
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.
Having spent twelve years of my school life in just one small red brick building, the years tend to fade into each other. But the year I remember most clearly and significantly is my senior year of high school, where I finally began to appreciate what this institution offered to any student who stopped to look. Before, school had been a chore, many times I simply did not feel motivated toward a subject enough to do the homework well, and seeing the same familiar faces around ever since I was 5 years old grew very tiring soon enough. But I began to see things from a different angle once I became a senior.