The beginning of school for me is a little bit of everything. It’s fun, it’s hard, it makes me nervous, and it gets me excited. I’ve always hated school up until middle school. That’s when I fully understood why I’m supposed to go, why I should want to go, and why I have to go. Now that I’m in 9th grade, I appreciate it so much more than when I did when I was 9. So far I’ve been enjoying this first part of high school. I have fun being in my classes and learning new things. In the summer I longed so much to come back to school but I know by the end of the year I’ll be dying for it to be summer. I know the classes are going to get harder and the homework is going to get bigger in quantities but for now, I’m enjoying it.


So far I like all my teachers, I like all my classmates and fellow students. I know that will change eventually though. I’ll meet new people, some that I like and some that I won’t like. I know eventually I’ll end up not enjoying some of my teachers. And I know I will stop liking them for stupid reasons like that I forgot to do my own homework. But for now, I like them.


High school isn’t what I expected though. I thought I was going to be overwhelmed by tall people in the hallways, that I was going to somehow trip everyday in the hallway and embarrass myself. Now that I’m getting used to it, I know that even though sometimes I’ll lag behind or not understand what the rest of the class already knows, that I want to get involved and I want this to be the best high school experience. And I know this is only the beginning.