How To Write An Essay About My High School Experience

Students who are becoming freshmen often ask “what’s it like to be in high school?” High school is not what you think. Freshmen don’t get pushed in lockers, there's not that one popular girl who shoves other students books out of their hands, and the cafeteria is not the most embarrassing place to be. High school is not an amicable. If you really think high school is a amicable place where students smile at each other, think again. Here is some advice from my high school experience.

1. Provide a short description of your high school experience. How have you grown/evolved from 9th grade to this point? List some of the highlights of your high school career.

During my high school experience there has been a growth on everything from when I was in middle school. I have grown personally because I have made numerous new friends that I never knew that I was going to encounter. I have grown academically by taking geometry this year, which genuinely expanded my knowledge in math, especially since I desire to have a career in a math related subjects. Finally I grew at sports because I have been doing much superior in my running. As a freshmen at Godinez high school, I have grown personally, academically, and at sports.

The ideal high school experience is a relaxing and fun environment in which students get straight A’s and move on to achieve their dreams. Well that is not even necessarily close. High school today is full of stressed out students pulling their hair out each night trying to maintain passing grades so that they can get into a college, yet the worst part is that that is not all they have to stress about. Most high school students have jobs or co curricular activities that they attend immediately following the school day. Those activities bring on more stress, yet students are asked to complete lengthy tasks that tear into their free time. Students go through so many things in their daily lives, yet they are constantly drug down by the

Do you ever wonder what high school was like several years ago? Can you imagine what it could have been like? People want to know what has changed since several years ago. Since people want to know about high school in the past, I sat down with Deb Hossler, graduate of 1977, to hear her thoughts about her high school experience.

Writing is a continuous journey that begins in one’s elementary years and should hopefully gradually progress all the way up to college. While in elementary school, you learn the basics of composing literature, like stringing together sentences to make one short story, high school is when one’s writing skills should develop the most. Throughout my high school experience, my writing abilities have not gradually been attained. Over these, almost, four years, I have had a couple breaks in the increase of my writing skills. In ninth grade, I took an academic class, fearful of the fact that I would not be able to survive in an honors English class. That year was the longest break of my writing competence. In this class, the teacher gave us “our” rough draft essay. We would have to copy the essay by hand onto a paper, then type it, and she would grade us on the correctness of the paper, leading to everyone usually getting a one hundred. She said this is the way we would learn to write “proper” essays and we completed this cycle for every essay we “wrote.” I felt as though I lost a whole year to expand my writing ability, so the next year I took tenth grade English Honors. In tenth grade, I was genuinely pushed to do my best writing; although, it was intimidating because this teacher gave us less instructions, almost like a college professor would. I found this way that I really enjoy writing essays and writing about all the complicating ideas that came to mind when we were

When others see me, they assume that i don't want to talk them because i'm shy but i just don't want to embarrass myself but when you get to know me more i am very energetic and happy person.

Anyone that believes high school is the best four years of your life is grossly misinformed. That would mean the highlight of our lives consists of puberty, standardized testing, and awkward conversations. It’s a constant battle for respect from peers that believe themselves better than others. Regardless of our role in the hierarchical atmosphere, a large portion of high school students get sucked into the whirlwind of spirit and pride. I know I did. How could we not? We spend our friday nights freezing at sporting events to support our friends, our family, and our high school: the only identifying piece of information fellow Missouri residents will ask us about for decades. I’ve been out of high school for less than two years, but the most commonly asked questions among new friends and coworkers still remains: where did you go to high school? Personally, I attended Parkway South. I never planned to go back to high school but a service learning opportunity presented itself and I took an unexpected path.

The nerve-wracking feeling of school hit me a month into summer. When I saw the email regarding my class schedule for junior year, AP Chemistry and AP Psychology were listed. Anxiety was stirring within me. Although I had a notion of the challenge I am about to face, I chose to give it a shot. Having the same teacher for both classes, I sat in the same spot for two consecutive periods, feeling clueless. I was walking out of the classroom when my teacher pulled me aside for a word, she gave me a pat on the back, “You’re the only person taking both classes this year, Good luck!” I was not entirely sure if it was an encouragement or a warning. “What have I gotten myself into?”, “What am I doing this for?”, Countless number of questions starts to formulate as I made my way back home.

As I gain more experience through learning in situations I find myself in, my mind flashes back to memories I have gained. A native of inner city Charlotte, North Carolina, many of my memories inspire me to continue growing with knowledge, so that I can help those whose decisions have mentally hindered them from growing intellectually. My mother had me at the age of sixteen, so the first knowledge I obtained about the world was learned through her experience as a teenage mother with dark skin in America. My family lineage is rooted in environments of low-income communities. My mother, one out of six, was raised in a household with both parents who were employed. Her mother and father, my grandparents, strived to make ends meet for the family without obtaining a high school diploma. My mother did not receive her high school diploma neither. My grandparents felt it necessary to raise me while my mother enrolled into a housing voucher program and rented her own apartment. I was enrolled into a head start program at the age of four, which helped me prepare for public schooling.

This year started atrociously and I was asceticism to the fact that my job was keeping me from doing my finest in school. I look back at it not with disappointment but with the recognition that I can’t multi-task two major time-consuming activities. I was working 5-9pm, 6 days a week was physically and mentally exhausting I would always come to school tired. I would be tardy and or late every day in my 1st hour. At one point I was failing four classes. I would come home from work and be up until like 3 am. I was trying my best to keep up on like the essays but my ADHD made everything so hard. But it was so much I would end up stressing out. Semester one was just rough in general. I went to parent-teacher conferences and it opened my eyes but not enough for change. But by the end of conferences, my mom was crying because she wanted to know what was wrong. I wanted to tell her but I couldn’t. I’d rather self-destruct myself than have everyone worried about me. Then I was to a point when I just didn’t care what anyone else thought I just wanted to make money and blow it on materialistic things like clothes and shoes and things of those sorts. I was at a point where I literally let money control who I was and how I acted as a person. Finally came the day of the essay I really did try like my problem was I had all the information but didn’t know how to put it on paper and I also struggled with focusing on writing the paper because the number of pages overwhelmed me and then

San Francisco in 1906. Laughter and questioning was what they heard but all I could hear, were memories of trains flashing by my house and the mutters of drunk and drugged homeless men pacing up and down the streets. At 11 years old, all I wanted was to live in a safe welcoming neighborhood with trees shading the street, letting light flow through the branches at dusk. All I wondered was why my parents chose to live where we did. I was able to avoid having friends over throughout Elementary, but them coming over during middle school was inevitable. The embarrassment I had about where I lived had consumed much of my childhood, but I learned how to be open about who I was and how one aspect of your life does not determine who you are.

My last year of high school, I continuously heard the saying "it's not about learning; it's about passing.” that was the good old saying about high school. Honestly, I began to live by that saying...doing whatever it took to graduate, taking a small amount of knowledge from high school to college. Another saying that was tossed around in high school was "you will need these things in your future". A lie always contain some truth, and that's exactly what happened I was lied to. In my college experience so far I have used little to sometimes none of the techniques used in high school.

When I first enrolled high school I was following the current I didn’t have a plan for college or understand what I was going to do with my life. I had a challenging background when it came to academics; my scores were always “alright” but were never enough for Advance Placement courses. I wanted to create a structured path that I could be proud of. I thought I wasn’t going anywhere in life until I challenged myself academically for a better future.

I started a new life when I stepped foot on the North Carolina Central University campus on August 10th. I came here as a wide-eyed freshman who was excited to see the world and to see what else there is to offer. I never could have prepared myself for the things I would come to learn and realize about people, school, and myself. Sadly, when I first got here I was very naive to how other people move and operate. I expected people to be different, however, deep down I still expected everyone to be the same as the people from my hometown. Nevertheless, now that I have grown accustomed to the people here I have grown a love for my new community. I have learned to find beauty in every person I come in contact with and I am open to new things.