If ever described my freshman year of high school, I would choose the word 'growth', both physical growth and academic growth as well as a building me as a different person from middle school.
To be clear, my moving from middle school to high school wasn’t the most exciting. I was used to getting A’s in all my classes, always getting praised by my teachers, and having my school easy to handle without worrying. The first week of high school I had a mix feelings about it was exciting and also I was terrified. This is a new experience in my life, not being in middle school again ever. New school, new friends, and new teachers, basically knew everything in this school.
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The first week of high school is different for everyone most freshmen like me that enter the school are scared. I thought the first week of school is going to be smooth and easy to handle, right? But I wasn’t right, as soon as I got seated on the assigned seat, new teachers start to introduce themselves and start giving out what will be doing/having like reading, testing, projects, and homework we will do and have.
When people start high school, they’re usually so excited to finally go to the last 4 years of high school before college. I mean every teacher in my middle school said that high school would be the best 4 years of my life. Now that I am in my junior year, a year from graduating, I wouldn’t say they were my best years, but I can say they were the years I grew a lot and learned a lot. During the 6th period, it was English. Through ESL I met one of my middle school students, Alina, from my P.E. class. We weren’t close in middle school due to both lack of language and both of us being shy, however, we were both happy to have someone we know in one of our classes and not sitting alone with students you see for the first time. Alina was from Ukraine, her English wasn’t as good, however, she was in honor, AP, and college classes because our middle school switched her WIDA (access test) with another girl but she still got all A's and 1 or 2 B’s. Me and Alina became extremely close that we would go to the library or Barnes & Noble almost every day and study for our classes there and help each other with classes we struggle with.
I met a lot of people during my freshman year, I even became a translator for Syrian students who just came from Jordan. Our countryside high school was full of American and Hispanic/Latin, so being the only Arab I helped through the school year I felt like a teacher because I would help them even with tests and homework they had and it turned out they lived in the same complex as me, so that was an advantage for them because they would come to my house to even help them apply for colleges.
My freshman year went by fast; it went from being scared my first day of high school to me and Alina throwing everything, and all freshmen were happy to pass freshman year and to be done with. During my freshman year, I was also been made fun of because I was a Muslim. Students would say stuff such as “Be careful of her, she has a bomb in her backpack” or would ask me questions like “Why don’t wear a scarf on your head, why don’t you cover your hair”. I even got called sexually related names by other freshmen boys, but I honestly didn’t care, and they stopped after a while seeing me not caring about what they called me, and started becoming friends with me.
Overall, my freshman year was a different year from every school year I had or probably will ever have, it was a different and difficult year.
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