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Do you remember your first week of high school? Most people when it comes to their first week of high school they remember it like it was yesterday. In my essay I will tell what my first week of high school was for me. My topics will tell how my first week was interesting yet boring.
During my first week of high school it was interesting. In Kentucky if you qualified you got to go the high school and take classes. So when I finally hit 9th grade I had a basic understanding of what I was supposed to. The high school here is so different than the one in Kentucky. That’s why it interests me because my first week of high school in Kentucky was Way different than the one here. Being able to see what technological deficiencies Blackfoot had
compared to my other school. So that’s why it interests me. During my first week of school it was also very boring. Though it was a new school year and a new school it just felt like a regular week. Waking up everyday not being able to sleep in, it was all the same from class to class walking up and down the stairs it was just really boring to me. Having to use the chalk board and never seeing one tell I get was very boring because in Kentucky it was all smart boards no chalk. That’s why it was boring to me. So, as you can see, my first week was interesting yet boring. I showed you that my first week wasn’t all that nice and exciting but it was a great experience for me and I can’t wait till next year.
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.
I was told that this, my junior year, would be the easiest year of my high school career. And no, they were absolutely wrong. It was not just school and grades that I was concern about either. I had other things to worry about, things like, driving, clubs, friends and family. I however had no idea that it would be this difficult. Throughout this school year I have learned many things; like the value of sleep, whose really your friend, and that although very important, grades are not everything.
One of the biggest lessons I've learned is to never give up and that everything in life happens for a reason. Throughout my entire life my dreams have been put down by society, wether it was a coach, friend, or family member. Everything I gain is because of me and only me. When I started my first year of high school, I knew I wasn't ready to maintain my academics, my social life, and my sports schedule all at once. I was completely intimidated by everything occurring in my life at the time.
High school is meant to be the time of your life, but for most seniors just like me it can be some of the most emotional and crazy time. The things in my past make me who I am today, and the things I do now are the first footsteps into the future. I’ve learned a lot about myself in these past four years, and I still have so much learning to do. This is my high school story; the good, bad, and the ugly.
I’m glad to hear that you passed all of your finals with ease. It’s great that you have a 4.0 GPA. Sadly, I lost my 4.0 in the 8th grade when I took Algebra 1. After multiple Honors and AP classes, I still only have a 3.78 weighted GPA. My 2018 has been good so far, since we’re only 32 days in I try not to get my hopes up. I just recently quit my job as a waitress at Stefanina’s, so I am on the hunt for a new job. So far, the hunt isn’t going so well. I’ve only had one interview and didn’t get the job since I will be leaving for Springfield in 6 months.
I remember my first day of high school like it was yesterday. A lot of my friends were...
There would be tons and tons of homework, scary teachers, and hard tests. It was a beautiful day, the sun shone bright but there was a cool breeze making it not too hot but not too cold. Summer had finally come and it felt great. The music started and my heart started beating out of my chest.
As young kids we make decisions every day, whether they are big ones or not they still affect us. In many different situations I have made terrible decisions but I have also made very wise ones. Although the path I took for this particular story turned out perfect. After realising the downsides of taking classes that weren’t for me I ended being a year ahead in math and in all the most advanced classes for every subject.
Everybody expects life to be “easy” once they are “adults” when, in reality, their lives have just begun. Life is full of surprises, and expectations are based on your perception of these so-called “surprises.” For example, if you were told all your life that other areas aren’t as good as the one that you’ve been living in, growing up in even, then you won’t want to leave the place that you have so many memories from. This happened to me the spring break of 8th grade. I had to move from Jenks to BA, which I absolutely hated at the time, but I soon realized that the move was one of the biggest blessings of my life.
Any fifth grader would be happy advancing to middle school. I was an exception to what I just stated. I recently moved from a fantastic house in New York City into a junky little house on the bay of California. Even worse, I lost all of my old friends, and was starting fresh off the bat. My first day at school was hard enough and when I tried to talk to the tall older students around me, they simply ignored me.
The first week of my military career was the best, yet scariest week of my life. I was anxious, full of excitement, yet fully uncertain as to what lied ahead. The first day started very early, 3:30 to be exact. I was shacked up at a hotel not far from BWI airport with another recruit waiting to head off to basic combat training. I was headed to Fort Jackson, SC, my roommate, Fort Benning, GA.
In September of 2010, I started my first year in middle school. I was so happy for school. But this probably end up being the worst year of my life. I started sixth grade at Parkland High School with 800 students in my grade level. I was only 11 years old.
Another Summer had come and passed, and it was time, again, to return to school. Honestly, I loved school, and I wished it would never end. I loved being able to learn every day, and to hang out with my friends. It was a delight coming to school everyday. It all changed on the first day of 8th grade, though.
As I entered the big white classroom, my footsteps echoing through the huge space ahead, and I saw uncountable eyes staring at me, I knew already this wasn't a good start. I'd arrived late, at my first day of school, and that seemed not to cause a good impression on my other classmates. I first had to take my brother to his classroom and assure myself he was right before I headed towards my biggest fear these past days. I was still standing astonished at the entrance of the class when my teacher spoke my name out loud, and I could already sense the giggles from the back of the class.
Fun, scaring, exciting are the feelings of my first week of school. This is a brand new experience of my life having to leave my friends and teachers in middle school behind. New school, new friends and new teachers are all part of this new school year. This one is different though, it’s the first week of high school.