High school. There are plenty of memories that come to mind when I think back on my high school years and how fun, boring, and sometimes mind boggling it was. I learned so much in these quick yet repetitive 4 years out of my life. I made friends, fell in love, laughed, cried, and did some of the most boring work of my life—But, I have plenty more to share. I felt as though my high school experience wasn’t really as dreadful and hard as I thought it would be. It was more like come to school and deal with the same bullshit every day, or stay home and miss every single thing that happened while you weren’t there. That sucked, but it wasn’t really much I could do. If you had a fever of over 100 degrees Fahrenheit with a stomachache of the ages would
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I didn’t know if I was going to hate it, or enjoy it. As so many things raced through my mind that morning, it happened. There was an obnoxious roar coming from my stomach. I looked down and said to myself, “I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that disgusting chicken biscuit before such a big day.” Truth is, it wasn’t the fact that I ate that certain biscuit because I eat them all the time without an aftereffect. I was nervous. All because it was a new atmosphere/environment that I did not know if I was ready for or not. I still don’t even know to this day why I was so nervous about going to high school. After hearing so many stories from older relatives about school and how exciting it was for them, I just did not feel the same vibe as them. Before I left my house, I prayed. I was hoping that God would see to it that I wouldn’t have the worst first day of my life. Sadly, my efforts were a failure. As soon as I arrived, my stomach literally screamed and I darted to the restroom as quickly as I could. The thoughts that were going through my head while sitting on the porcelain were some that I’m not even going to repeat on this paper. Yeah, it was that
I didn’t know if I was going to hate it, or enjoy it. As so many things raced through my mind that morning, it happened. There was an obnoxious roar coming from my stomach. I looked down and said to myself, “I knew I shouldn’t have eaten that disgusting chicken biscuit before such a big day.” Truth is, it wasn’t the fact that I ate that certain biscuit because I eat them all the time without an aftereffect. I was nervous. All because it was a new atmosphere/environment that I did not know if I was ready for or not. I still don’t even know to this day why I was so nervous about going to high school. After hearing so many stories from older relatives about school and how exciting it was for them, I just did not feel the same vibe as them. Before I left my house, I prayed. I was hoping that God would see to it that I wouldn’t have the worst first day of my life. Sadly, my efforts were a failure. As soon as I arrived, my stomach literally screamed and I darted to the restroom as quickly as I could. The thoughts that were going through my head while sitting on the porcelain were some that I’m not even going to repeat on this paper. Yeah, it was that