High School Through the Eyes of Me
High School through the Eyes of Me High school is sad to be the best time of your life; but the most dramatic. How does drama and fun relate? Well throughout my four year, I figured it out. It not the drama but the memories you create that make high school the best time of your life. I won’t lie, I don’t remember every day of the last four years but what I do remember is all the matters. Now as a 8th grader you can only imagine what high school will be like. You think of how cool you’ll be and how many friends you’ll make, and well boys. Then summer is over and the first day comes. As I climbed into my uniform I began to get nervous. I can remember think to myself if I was wearing it right, if I was wear the simple polo and shirt the cool way. As the bus approached school I remember dropping the lower schooler off and pulling into the circle. Now I knew I would have friends because I had gone to the lower school and I saw the class the day of orientation, but now the older kids where going to be at school. The seniors were parking their cars and walking in and I was stepping off the bus hoping that I wouldn’t drop the stack of new school supplies I had in my hands. Besides figuring out how to open my locker and finding all the classrooms, the day was pretty good. My best friend Anne was in my homeroom and it helped having someone to make new friends with by my side. My butterflies had disappeared until I had to go to the cafeteria. Who ever invented putting the doors in the front off the room for everyone to see who walks in was just plain evil. I opened the doors not knowing that once I did that ever eye in side would be staring back at me. There seem like hundreds of people in the room and they were all blocking where a freshman would sit. I stumbled a little, but managed to work my way through the jungle gym of book bag abandoned on the floor, to a table of all lower school freshman. After lunch the day seemed to go by quick because I don’t really remember