I remember looking to the left and right of me everyone seemed to be enjoying the first day of school. Everyone including myself showing off our clean new outfits we had bought during back to school sales. Eagerly waiting for the bell to ring; I remember walking around trying to find something to do as I wait impatiently for school to start. Trying to find something I can go and chill I walk over to the school gym, taking a look around me I see our school colors, which are black and yellow. Almost forgot the name of my high school is Adrian Wilcox High, home of the thunder if I remember correctly or lightning one of the two but I digress.
We were all having a good time catching up with each other, but then the first bell rang. The depression and nervousness of school started setting into me as I walked to government and law with my friends that have that class the same hour as me. As class started I wasn't nervous or depressed any more, I was actually happy school was starting back up. During first hour we played a game and I got elected to be the sergeant of arms. I was not happy about that because I had to stand by the door the whole time and I just got done from lifting.
I couldn’t believe I had messed up so much. I had felt so disappointed in myself. So, after the actual tryout was done they would sit us in the hall, and then they would go into the library and they would call us in one-by-one to tell us if we made the team. I sat in the hallway with my sister fidgeting with my hands, and watching miserably as girl after girl ran out of the library crying. I turned to my sister and said, “I’m never gonna make the team.
As I arrived, I practically didn’t know anyone and wondered if I would be able to handle it. And then, as the parents were saying their last good-byes to us, the RAs decided to play a game with us in order to set this at ease. The game was simple; we would try to pop balloons, tied around the student's leg while also protecting our own. This game was a first for me and ended up being a fun experience, even though I had lost. After that, it was time that I head to my dorm room, with my junior roommates named Vulfano and Wilfredo, who soon became one of my best friends
Coming to the US for most people, was the best thing to ever happen in their lives. It was the same for me. Until a time in my life slightly changed that, but I still think it profited me and helped me grow tremendously. On my first day in middle, I was so nervous to meet new people that I did not really talk much to people the first couple of weeks. One-day as I was sitting in class doing my work I saw someone look at me and I was wondering what did I do to attracted the attention of that person.
To the Younger Generation, oh how I wish there was an easy way to get through this thing they call high school. To be honest, I would search for that every day of my life as I go through high school and I can say that there is no easy way. High school is a necessary evil that is different for every single person that attends. It is fun and then it is not want you would like at all. As you venture through it you will soon realize these things and this is my way of telling you how to best go through it with the most ease.
She was too scared to sleep that night, she was scared that, the thing would come back. When her mum came to get her up for school the next morning, she tried to explain what happened, but her parents passed it off as “Just a bad Dream”. The next night, Sophia tried to stay awake but eventually drifted off, only to be woken again by the sinister voice, “Sophia, I’m on the fifth step” by now Sophia was balling her eyes with tears. The next night, Sophia decided to turn off the hall light and closed her bedroom door. Just as she was about to doze off she heard the voice again, “Sophia, I’m on the top step” Sophia was scared, she knew that her bedroom door was closed, but she was still afraid.
I pulled down the sleeves of my army green jacket as I walked out of the front door of my high school. I was so glad to be done with this week and be able to go home and relax. I have never had anything that stressed me out more than school. It was only getting close to the end of first semester, and I had already lost all motivation. My teachers sucked.
Have you ever felt uncomfortable, nervous, and confused ? These are all the things I felt moving to a new school. I had no idea if I would gain friends or if anyone would like me. Maybe if I had a tour around the new school before my first day I would have not been so disorientated. Going from a one story school to a two story school was hard, having to look down every five seconds to make sure I was on the right hall, or if I was suppose to be upstairs or downstairs.
That statement scared me because I did not want to live in a smaller house nor did I want to share a room with either of my sisters. When we arrived, I ran inside to find my room. As I walked down the hallway, my parents had already marked the biggest room as mine. They knew how picky I
All of the other kids became silent and scared of Miss Fisher. On my way home I began thinking about how much I wanted to go to school earlier this morning. Now, I never want to go back. School is worse than I thought it would be. I thought of it as this fun place of learning and meeting new friends.
Once I got home, I dozed off, and I didn’t care to wake up until the next morning. When I woke up in the morning, I had my breakfast, packed up for today, chose the nicest outfit I could find [hey, If I’m about to win an award, why not look nice?] and went to school. I ended up winning the student of the year award. I wished I could of thanked Stevie, but he was probably sad about the whippings he’s going to get once he gets home.
An eager Freshman takes their first steps into the Commons on Link Day. They look around at the green and silver painted walls, swallowing the lump that formed in their throats from the uncertainty of what their first day of high school will be like. Among the unfamiliar faces around them, the new Freshman looks frantically for the familiar faces of their friends; for some sort of reassurance that they’re not alone in this new environment. Every year, floods of Freshmen and new teachers join Conifer High School. Although Conifer’s Lobos do their best to welcome the newest editions to the pack, joining a new school, meeting new people, and adjusting to high school life can put loads of stress and pressure on the shoulders of Freshmen and teachers.
It was a rehearsal day for our school musical and I had left my house a little late for class that morning, so I grabbed the first pair of sweats in my unsurprisingly uncoordinated closet and went. I got to the stage that afternoon and took my clothes out of my bag, leaving to the crowded bathroom to go change. To my disappointment, (honestly, there isn’t even a word great enough to convey what I felt at this moment) I had brought possibly the ugliest pair of sweats that I will probably ever own in my lifetime. They were gray, sort of skin tight, clinging onto every flaw on my large thighs in a more than unflattering way, and the best part about them was that they were bootcut. If there is one article of clothing people with large thighs can’t
But, the truth is Middle school and High school is not that different then you think. I graduated out of Middle school at Arbor Hill and it was almost time to go to school again. I am in band so, I woke up early for “Band Camp” and because of that I wasn’t as tired as everyone else in the beginning of the year. But that brings me to my first helpful tip, get as much sleep as you can. Sleep can do a lot and if