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Peer pressure and its effects
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thing called life
High school is like a jungle or a zoo, sometimes it even feels like the movie maze chaser it 's that thing you have to to do in order to get to the next thing in life it’s like if you skip this one important step everything else just crumbles like a cookie. See that 's the thing I had no idea where I was going I was just drifting in the dead sea and that 's when my ship crashed.
It’s 2013 my junior year of high school you know, prom the guy of your dreams is about to ask you out, you driving that new honda accord your parents just got you because you passed your DMV drivers test, about to get hired to work at forever 21, you have the best squad goals ever to go to homecoming with and you and your mom have the tightest daughter and mother relationship you could ever ask for right?, WRONG that was anything but my reality.
Now I wasn 't your average bad kid the one who flipped desks over, walk out of class, bad mouth the teacher and really just think it was funny to be the class clown that got in trouble in fact I was the polar opposite I was the raise your hand, wait for your turn, all around study buddy type of student but it all went wrong I would do my homework but not hand it in or I just didn 't have it done most of the time.
It’s 2013 my junior year of high of school the house phone would not and could not stop ringing, it was as if we worked in the emergency room of a hospital, every time I saw my school name pop up on the screen I knew it meant nothing good, in that moment in time all I could do was wish I could go invisible like susan storm from the fantastic 4. I was dreading what was next my name to be called down to prosecution as I made my way down the stairs I was moving as slow as gary on s...
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...til you can show me you can do what needs to be done and will make something out of yourself. I 'm in silence as tears are rolling down my face.
Present day February 16,2016 as I sat and wrote this paper it brought out so many emotions I wasn 't sure how much detail to put some conversations where raw and other times we didn 't even speak, I have now been in college for a total of 3 weeks coming up on my fourth things really haven 't changed I call her here and there because she won 't allow me to go a month without calling I don 't know who 's mother would but it 's on a better track I guess I just still wish things would go back to the way they were before high school, before the betrayal, before it was time for me to make life changing decisions but that 's life. I will make sure to keep you updated for the summer of 2016 sincerely the girl who was lost in life.
In the world of teenagers everything seems to come and pass by so quickly. For instance the beginning of senior year. In Spite of being happy and excited were also generally nervous and anxious to see what our future holds. As senior year comes to an end, It then becomes as temporary as the summer sun but also the boundary of our life before we enter adulthood. Even then our future is still undefined.
The sweat was dripping down my face as I pushed the weights off my chest. Everyone ran towards their bags after a student said there was a gun in school. Twitter was the first source that we checked just to make sure. Boom! The door slammed open as coach Ben yells “Hurry up and get out”. My heart started beating faster and faster. We didn’t know what was going on. As we were running to the gym everyone was panicking and pushing each other. I could feel the burn on my elbow but I didn’t know what it was. When we got to the gym my elbow was covered in blood. We were told to get down and stay quiet. Later on we were told a student brought a gun to school and was planning on committing suicide. That was one of many gun incidents at my high school.
My fellow classmen, as we look back on our years here at school we should remember the meaningful words of a fellow class member of mine when she said, "Dude, where's my iPod?" It's hard for me to think of a better way to describe the many layers of adolescence, because deep down aren?t we all "dudes?" Do we not all have our inner "iPods", and are we not constantly searching for them? Now, we're leaving our childhood behind to study the vast sphere we call planet Earth, into the notorious world of high school, where things will be so much different. Of course we will still have our varied studies, Geometry, Biology, maybe even Forensics or an Accelerated English class here and there. We will still struggle with the daily setbacks formed by peers and strict teachers and principals. But so much of our lives will change. The cars in the parking lot will be driven by, well, students. Our male friends will grow a little fuzzy around the face, and of course, our day will most likely begin with a bell that actually works.
People say high school is supposed to be the golden years of your life. I don’t know what else in life is to come; however, my philosophy is to live in the moment and make the life you’re living in the present worthwhile into the future, not only for you but for those who surround you. I live my life participating in our community and getting involved in our school. The activities, and the people I’ve formed relationships with, are what have formed me into the person I am today. The person I am today is not perfect, but I have learned from the mistakes I’ve made.
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.
As young girl with big dreams I imagined my senior year of high school to be one of the best years of my life. I imagined going to homecoming with all of my friends, being the captain of the varsity soccer and cheerleading teams, going to Friday night football games, going to Prom with my perfect date, and going on a senior trip with all of my best friends. I never imagined my senior year to be the way that it is. I am the new kid.
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.
Today completes the chapter of our lives that we have been comfortable with for the past 13 years. High school may be over, but we still have a long exciting way to go in life. From our four-year experience we will take with us the memories, good and bad, and relationships we have made with each other and the County High School staff. From these experiences we have learned and grown and will continue to do so. Growing up and moving on will be a huge part of our lives in the next few months. The decisions we will make come in-part from the choices we have already made.
I remember the day as if it were yesterday; I was sitting in my sixth grade classroom deliberately packing my belongings away in my jam-packed locker. As I reached for my belongings, I endured all of the eventful memories that took place in that school and in my home state. All the friendships that I made would abolish. My friends sobbed as I sobbed. I anticipated this very day for about six months. As all of my belongings were finally packed, I gave my final good-byes and headed out. The mixed emotions trembled through my head. I became exceedingly furious then miserable then furious again. Hatred filled my eyes as we drove farther away. I became bitter with my family and secretly blamed it all on my
My senior year of high school…I want to enjoy people’s company, appreciate my family’s presence, and keep a permanent Polaroid of my “home town” etched in my memory. I have a purpose for the year, I know what I want to accomplish for the future, but I have to remember to make the most out of today because there may not always be a tomorrow.
High school years are supposed to be a time for fun and exciting events in every adolescent's life. There are parties, ball games, and local after school hangout joints where we can meet. All combined to making high school the most memorable years of any teenage girl?s life. However, my experience in high school took an uneventful turn in tenth grade. My carefree ways had to end and a new wave of responsibility was presented to me. I found out that I was two months pregnant. My thoughts tugged at my conscience, how was I to tell the father of my unborn child? Would my mother support my decision? I had to forget about my partying ways and hanging with my friends. My freedom days of coming and going were about to be over and I quickly became the girl about whom everyone was talking.
It was one of the most exciting and nerve racking days of our lives. Although we were finally leaving high school, the feeling of being unsure didn’t go away. The whole day was full of practicing for the big moment when the entire class graduated on to a new beginning. All the girls wore shiny bright red robes and the guys were dressed in a shiny navy blue. Standing there, I had no idea what to expect. Some things I were aware of, my friends were leaving and we wouldn’t be the same friends anymore. My role was that of being so aware of the future that I was too shocked to soak in the present; being a pessimist was my main goal and everything I was sure of became true.
It was what seemed like another regular Sunday morning. I woke up, and got ready for school, I left quickly to the bus station and I arrived just in time. I like taking the bus because it gives me time to think to myself, my school is far from my house so I have plenty of time to think. The bus was empty as usual, I sat in the back where no one can see me like I always do. After 40 minutes the bus arrived to school. I don’t like going to school, because I usually end up spending the day on my own, I don’t have friends at my school, you always hear the stories about the kids that are being bullied at school, but you never hear about the people like me, that are so pathetic that no one even bothers to care about them, people like me we are like ghosts at the school, no one wishes us to have a good day, no one wants to do school projects with us, no one wants to seat with us in class, we are invisible for most people. This day didn’t seem to go any different, it looked like I was going to have another day of being invisible, and I didn’t really matter to me because I stopped caring about it a long time. When the bell rang for recess I went to my regular place in the basement of the school where I can sit by myself where no can see me, but after five minutes of me ...
“It’s the best of times, it’s the worst of times.” This is a quote I heard long ago before I had started my four year journey here at Northview. Though I had no idea how accurate and meaningful this quote would be to me back then, it always stood out to me as a something short, sweet, and to the point that sums up what high school is; let me explain. Flashback to when I was 14 and just finished junior high school at Arbor Hills. It was a great three years and I actually learned a lot about people and myself, but I was not prepared for high school courses and the faster more demanding pace of the curriculum. I was very excited however, and became very interested in newer topics and different hobbies. It felt great to be moving on from a stage in life and it felt good to accomplish this, just as it feels now to be moving on from high school.
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.