Middle school and high school are two complete different worlds for different people . It goes from being a kid to being a teenager. A whole transition in which you almost donât expect to experience at such early notice. Early morning breezy weather to moisty afternoons was the usual first month of the school year. Backtrack to early summers I had to go to this program that my school required to attend just so we can get used to the whole experience and possibly have a head start with making friends and thatâs Exactly what had happened. New people, new surroundings, and new experiences was at the tip of the brisk humid air surrounding all of us on a sweaty Wednesday morning.we all got used to each other quick and for a surprise I felt almost comfortable and didnât think mY first year of high school would be one of the worst years of my educational life. I wasnât always a bright student but I wasnât always a bad student either. If I tried I succeeded, and if I didnât , I failed miserably. Most high schools usually have their specified curriculum in which helps the system in the school be balanced with the way the kids function academically etc. My first ever parent-teacher conference I remember my English teacher Ms.Yang in which she always tried her fullest to push us to our limit no matter how easy or hard the material was for us. I remember her gentle yet informative words telling my mom how I have a low average but she still has potential in seeing me improve. I didnât believe her at first but throughout time I started actually improving without even noticing, until a week before spring break where almost evrytjing changed for me, from being a social butterfly to not talking to a single soul for the rest of the year to the first month of sophomore year. Letâs just say I was in the wrong situation at the wrong time with the wrong surroundings. Who would know that you can even consider friends âfamilyâ. Safety Transfer was my only option and so I did that. I risked my academics for my safety. I canât really say how I feel about this action of moving on, but who knows where my life would be if everything else was handled differently.Â
That wasnât the only transfer though. High school was supposed to be those years you always remembered, good or bad, no matter what, and well for me, I mostly hope I donât remember these early memories I had in high school. A lot of it not only had to do with personal issues but academically wise. A school is supposed to be a second place youâre supposed to feel safe at and know that no harm can be caused for you there. It should be a place in which you at least feel comfortable learning. My second transfer has to be another safety one but because this was an actual horrible school that almost took advantage of my education into sugarcoating the way I did my studies. Trying to fulfill that transfer was way harder becuase I had to try my hardest to prove that my grades were actually valid and if they can possibly transfer the credits Iâve already made instead of redoing a year. Covid happened. Evrytjing just seemed to keep tumbling on my lap and I felt like it was out of my control to be at least at peace with my education and just live my teenage years. Senior year was the calmest year Iâve had. I made mutuals and my best friend, Iâve gained confidence with being independent in different ways and finding myself again with enjoying school to its full limit. Not until I asked for what was promised to me . To graduate early , to see how much my hard work was payed off. The extra nights I would stay up to do as much work possible, anything that had to be done for school I knew I had to do it, and that was taken away from me when they immediately told me they couldnât, felt like yet another big slap across my face. They did tell me though if I stay finish my year and do my Spanish regents test that I will earn an advanced regents diploma. Another lie. The educational system has not taught me anything but test my trust, my limit, and my importance with what or how I matter. They make it seem like everything you do is just for them and unfortunately the only thing you gain back is stress and a piece of paper with some words to justify if youâre capable of having a future.
I know lastly with these experiences I learn to not get fooled or at least manipulated to thinking thereâs better options to what I know is ENOUGH for me. College is my next big chapter in life and I hope the next folllowing years I spend here getting my degrees arenât another big slap across the face.
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