Growing Up In The City Essay

Growing up in the city may seem boring at times. In fact, from my experience growing up in the city is completely boring. There’s no beaches or lakes for you to hang out at, no places to go mountain biking or snowboarding. It almost seems as if time stands still in the city itself and you feel as if you have never actually grown up but rather the places around you have. But if you look hard enough, you are able to find one place in the city where you feel you are able to grow up.

5 a.m. is an ungodly hour of the morning for anyone to wake up and start their day. But for four years that is exactly what I did every Monday through Friday.

My alarm went off, jolting me awake with its loud obnoxious buzzing. Groaning, I roll over in bed, slamming …show more content…
Walking through the quad, I can hear the creak of the oak trees that dot the small area echo off the two buildings that surround the area as I weave your way through the lunch tables that have been scattered about the quad, making my way towards the entrance of the main school building. The inside of the school building seems a little too bright compared to the rest of the morning light, the red lockers stand highly out of place in the hallway to my left. I am able to hear the sounds of morning the theater class taking part in their usual activities of creating the next school production. Upstairs, the sounds of those students who arrived early to get help before their math test that day echo down through the rest of the building. The glass doors in front of me on the opposite side from where I entered offer a clear view of where the sports teams have placed their bags for their games and practices later that …show more content…
The teachers were always making sure we were prepared for every assignment, the faculty and staff supported many of the student organizations as well as participated in many student organization activities. There was really no separation of the different grade levels either, rather, the older students seemed to treat the other ones as siblings. Everywhere I walked on campus, everyone always seemed to know my name. The connection between everyone on campus was strong enough that you could clearly tell if anything was wrong with someone. Thanks to this bond, I was able to survive the first two years of adjustment to high school as well as the death of one of my friends. But, this bond is what also helped me to grow up and mature and connect with my