OK, guess who I am. I have no idea where I’m going, or where anything is, I have no privileges, so far I’ve gotten a million detentions for being late to class. I am the #1 target for abuse from upperclassmen and everyone else at this school, and I have an outrageously huge backpack. Just in case you haven’t guessed yet, NO I’m not an idiot, I am a high school freshman and as you can tell my experience is just going perfect so far.
I can remember last summer perfectly. I could never sleep at night because I was so excited and nervous about going to high school, AND ESPECIALLY HERE, I had heard so many great things about this school and I just wanted more than anything to say that I go to Emmaus High School instead of middle school. I didn’t want to feel so sheltered anymore. In a way I was looking for a challenge, I signed up for hard classes and I made sure my schedule was filled. When I finally started I realized that I had gotten exactly what I was looking for, a challenge. It is like I walked right into a trap and everybody knew it would be this way, everybody except me.
Don’t get me wrong, I love this school, it’s beautiful and it seems to fit everyone’s needs, the class sizes are large, and there is a lot of different people who go here. It’s just the whole high school concept in general that now has me in trouble, because in a way I took it for granted. I thought it would be a breeze because that’s how middle school was, basically an easy A. I also thought I’d still have all my usual friends from last year. Yeah, BIG MISTAKE. I see now that when all those people last year told me this was going to be a big change and to “Never, Never, Never, Give Up” they weren’t just saying it, IT’S ACTUALLY TRUE.
Well, it’s been about one marking period since I first started here and I have to say I’ve had a lot of hard days but I managed a decent GPA and from here it can only get better. I lost most of my friends from last year, and had some pretty brutal arguments. But I somehow got through all of this and most of all I am more realistic and I know what to expect out of my life now.
When I visit family now and they ask me what grade I’m in and I tell them I’m in 9th grade and they tell me “wow you’ve come a long way” I can understand what they mean now. I have come a long way. Longer than I think. And even though my freshman experience might not have been ideal, if I could turn back the hands of time to do anything over again I wouldn’t change it for the world.
I guess what I’m trying to say is: even when being a freshman gets unbearable and you start to wonder why you keep coming everyday, just remember that freshman year isn’t forever and never take anything for granted. Because if you’ve made it this far, that means you have come a long way and why stop here?