On Wednesday, February 1, 2017, Chino Hills High School was out of power, resulting all the students got released early. I walked into the school campus about to sit at the normal table that I wait at. I usually get to school thirty minutes early because of traffic. I did notice something was off when I sat down. The area where I sat was a bit darker than usual.
I attended Henry E. Lackey High School in Indian Head MD which is in Charles County MD I attended Lackey High School my ninth and both my tenth grade years around the beginning of 2016. My last month in Lackey High School was in February, before I left Cousin Jerry and the PPW from my high school told me about Job Corps. I couldn’t stay at Lackey because of the drama going on and my cousin knew Job Corps could provide me with a high school diploma and provide direction for my life. At Lackey High School I was constantly in trouble arguing, being defiant about the rules, and not attending class.
There it was, standing in the distance, a tall gloomy gray-colored building. With a few splashes of blue paint added to the dull cement to add color to what would otherwise be a lifeless building. This building was non-other than the one and only Stoller Middle School. I never referred to it as a middle school but more as a prison, it was full of rules that were put in place just to suck away any possible fun from a child’s mind. Maybe I didn’t like the place because I was suspended five times from it.
After I had performed a few times in class to my coach and my peers, I knew I was ready. Nixa High School held the first tournament that I had ever competed in. I first had to make it through two rounds of preliminaries to advance to the semifinals. After my first two performances, I was feeling confident. As soon as the results were posted, I saw that I had advanced to semifinals.
I was lost. Friends were not at my disposal. Time was in abundance. Thoughts was all i had. Freshman through Christmas break of my sophomore year I attended Berks Catholic High School, but before that I graduated from a feeder school named Scared Heart School.
At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.
During my elementary school time, I had learned that this world is full of competition and you have to act out in order to stand a chance. I was quite intelligent in my classes, especially on the subject of mathematics. While I thought nothing of it,as I was bullied for that reason, my teachers saw it differently. Then, during the 4th grade, my teacher, Mr.Green, had asked me if I would like to join the school’s math field day team. At first, I wasn’t so sure, but after a few days, I was now a part of my school’s math field day team, along my twin brother, Anthony.
With a greater determination than at any other point in my life and a shrewdly calculated approach, I launched my proposal to my parents: allow me to stay in Tennessee at Brentwood High School to complete my final year of high school. I had done by research, composed a detailed presentation designed to persuade my parents, and pinned all of my hopes on the chance that they would agree to my appeal and allow me to stay with a family friend in Brentwood for the next year while the rest of my family moved to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. My reasoning was nearly flawless, as I explained that it made sense, both academically and socially, for me to finish my senior year at the same school. Moving to a new state for my senior year would pose a challenge when seeking out leadership positions and teacher recommendations, as well as radically alter my academic experience as a whole, not to mention the stress it would cause in my life overall. I felt utterly confident in my argument, sure that my parents could never refute logic like this.
Imagine that you have been trying something hard for so long and then finally just quit. I have always had ok grades here at Lowell Middle School. this year I started to go in the lower range of grades like D’s to C’s. But other years at lowell schools were not even close to years like this.
I am white female and raised in the early 80’s, I went to Longwood High school and as most of us know it’s a very diverse school district. A lot of the teenager’s romantic relationship were interracial and it was pretty much expected. Other students wouldn’t think much of it because it was so common. The older generations (grandparent and parents) disliked the whole interracial couple thing because they are stuck in living the old school lifestyle which whites and blacks date/marry their own ethical race. For the most part our society is still stuck in this mind frame to this day.
When I was in elementary school, the thought of going to middle school had excited me, but little did I know that with a lot of excitement and happiness came pain and anguish. Being very young, I had never had any experiences with bullying or even depression, but throughout my three years, I had experienced both. When I left elementary school, I had the mindset that no matter how rude someone was towards you, you have to suck it up and still stay true to yourself. No matter what happened do not ever stoop down to their level and do not ever change who you are. I was eleven years old when I entered sixth grade at Lawrence Middle School.
Growing up, my father was in the army so we moved quite a bit. All of the elementary schools that I attended were either private international schools or schools on military bases. It wasn’t until middle school, when my dad retired from the military, that I first experienced a public school. The middle school I attended was very culturally and economically diverse, as was my high school.
School. The one place every teenager gets their ambition drained out of them. Filled with cliques, drama, work, and freshmen. Everyone actually enjoys life until they get here. Joy isn’t allowed here.
I SAW THE WEIRDEST THING A year ago, i got sent from my school to attended a summer school program in Sydney, Australia. When I’m arrived at the school, I have no friends at all. I went to the canteen alone, i walked in the hallway alone and I did everything by myself until I met these very charming boy. I did not know everything about him, not even a single nickname.
The first day of swim practice, freshman year. The first day of walking onto a pool deck filled with seventy girls and a scary coach. The first day of my high school experience. The first day of an unbreakable friendship. I slid into the frigid water of the Salem High School pool with two other girls that day.
