My First Year Of High School By Judith Mentzer Analysis

Reading Judith Ann Mentzer’s essay inspired me to write about this fascinating thing called death.

I was beginning my first year of high school. The year that’s said great changes are bound to happen. I was ecstatic to be around all my friends again and I was deeply motivated to begin my education. The first week of school was great, everyone was still friends and I enjoyed all of my classes. I remember the school assemblies, they were motivating and made almost everyone feel at ease of transitioning to a new school. Little did I know my first year of high school that seemed to be so great was going to turn into something life changing.

The second week of being a freshman is still vivid to me until this day. I can still remember everyone's faces, the looks of sadness. The sounds of people crying and trying to make sense of the situation. The smells of the school lunch that made me run to the bathroom, I had no sense of appetite, I don't think anyone did. The desperate attempts of teachers trying to continue on with the lessons but felt guilty while doing it. And I remember that day, that message I read and could make zero sense of it whatsoever. Sitting there staring blankless at the screen for minutes on end until my eyes became so blurry from the tears that I could read it no more. …show more content…
He was so kind and caring and always the clown of the class, making everyone laugh even in their own times of sadness. Everyone had their own way of expressing the loss of our friend. Some blaming it on themselves. Some hiding their sadness by putting on a fake smile and trying to cheer others up. Some who completely shut themselves off from everyone else, and I was one of