The roar of chaos and loud noises echoed throughout the building. The variety of odors and smells were quite overwhelming. The amount of diverse people were simply indefinite. The pit of my stomach clenched and my heart beat profoundly out of my chest. Almost every person in a complete rush to their destination, while others just stood by. No one had prepared me for what was yet to come. You may have or may have not guessed the specific place but this was the description of Lee High school. Most had anticipated this day including me until the courses had quickly changed. Our student body had been in school for almost a month now but I still was adjusting daily to the new schedule. I felt completely alone and clueless in this unknown environment. This was just the beginning of my freshman year.
To my dismay the tardy bell rang and everyone had already made their way to their assigned classroom. I stood in the hallway and began to hysterically cry. Filled with anxiety, I roamed the halls and made any excuse to not go to class. I felt socially unaccepted and mentally drained. That's when my economics' teacher came to my complete rescue. She asked, "Are you okay?" I couldn't even attempt to answer her question because I was sobbing so hard. She then grabbed my hand gently, but firmly and said "Please come with me." Reluctantly I let her guide me around the school.
Out of all the places in the school here I was standing in front of the guidance office. I most certainly didn't want to look desperate; I was much too prideful. My economics' teacher lead me into the office and spoke to my assigned guidance counselor. She said "I believe she may need to speak to you." Then she gave me a quick brief smile and walked away. Little did I know that on that day my perspective would change forever. That's when I poured my heart and every single part of me to my guidance counselor. She listened to every single word. I could barely hold on to my composure. Then to my surprise my counselor started tearing up. She offered me reassurance and comforted me. She explained to me to seek God and trust him in every life situation. That advice couldn't be more perfect to apply to my life.
Now this current year is my senior year of high school and my anxiety has began to fade away. I must say I have learned very valuable life lessons during this experience. Simply learn to cherish every moment, laugh hysterically, and learn from your mistakes. Remember that you as an individual are not alone in whatever you may face in high school or in general. Smile more and offer a helping hand to those who may have fallen. Cherish the people who love you truly and never take for granted how much they care for you. Be confident in yourself and spread positive vibes to others. Learn something interesting and new daily. Be kind- you never know what someone could be going through. Overall, just enjoy high school even if it smells horrendous and is intolerably loud. Don't worry or let your heart be troubled, because it will in time work out. You have four years of high school, that's approximately 2,103,795.06 minutes. That may seem like an endless about of time to some, but it's truly not. Enjoy every minute and every second because time doesn't stand still for anyone. I know one day I will look back at all the significant moments I have had at high school and there isn't a doubt a smile will come across my face.
Out of all the places in the school here I was standing in front of the guidance office. I most certainly didn't want to look desperate; I was much too prideful. My economics' teacher lead me into the office and spoke to my assigned guidance counselor. She said "I believe she may need to speak to you." Then she gave me a quick brief smile and walked away. Little did I know that on that day my perspective would change forever. That's when I poured my heart and every single part of me to my guidance counselor. She listened to every single word. I could barely hold on to my composure. Then to my surprise my counselor started tearing up. She offered me reassurance and comforted me. She explained to me to seek God and trust him in every life situation. That advice couldn't be more perfect to apply to my life.
Now this current year is my senior year of high school and my anxiety has began to fade away. I must say I have learned very valuable life lessons during this experience. Simply learn to cherish every moment, laugh hysterically, and learn from your mistakes. Remember that you as an individual are not alone in whatever you may face in high school or in general. Smile more and offer a helping hand to those who may have fallen. Cherish the people who love you truly and never take for granted how much they care for you. Be confident in yourself and spread positive vibes to others. Learn something interesting and new daily. Be kind- you never know what someone could be going through. Overall, just enjoy high school even if it smells horrendous and is intolerably loud. Don't worry or let your heart be troubled, because it will in time work out. You have four years of high school, that's approximately 2,103,795.06 minutes. That may seem like an endless about of time to some, but it's truly not. Enjoy every minute and every second because time doesn't stand still for anyone. I know one day I will look back at all the significant moments I have had at high school and there isn't a doubt a smile will come across my face.
