Starting the year fresh was something strange to me. I moved August 12, from Arizona to Texas. The move was something I did not want to happen, something I didn’t think I could handle. Coming to the conclusion of the year, I am proud to say, I made it.

2010
I walked through the doors of Verrado High School in Buckeye, Arizona the first day of school as a freshman. I can remember what I wore, what happened, everything. I remember having an assembly and I, being a short and skinny little freshman, sat down when another student who was much bigger than me came over and told me to leave my seat and go somewhere else. I was scared and embarrassed, but he was joking. I went to my first four classes of high school, and then football practice after. When I got home I felt like the next four years would take forever. I was having a hard time balancing sports and school work, so after football season was over, I had to catch up and get good grades. I had an exciting and eventful first year of high school and I met some of my friends who I would end up being friends with till senior year.

2011
I was now not only a class ahead, I was no longer a puny freshman. Again I played football, and my grades suffered. I was 3 years away from graduation. I didn’t care about grades that much through my first two years. I was more about having fun and skating by. That year was fun, but one of the hardest years because of the difficulty of my classes. It was another crazy year under my belt and I was one friend short. I lost one of my friends, Cooper, to a driving accident. I got closer to being a junior, driving and having a life.

2012
Driving, finding a job, and finding more trouble. Being a junior and 16 could not have been a better combination. I got in trouble, resulting in getting grounded almost every other week, but I couldn’t wait for summer to have more fun then we had all year. Throughout the whole year, the day got closer to the last day, and I had more fun. During the summer, all of my senior friends left for college, I left too.

2013
No one in Mansfield knew my name, and I didn’t know anyone else’s name either. It was extremely strange walking through halls and seeing no familiar faces. I didn’t know it then, but I understand now everything happens for a reason. This year has moved up to number one on my list as hardest years, but I also had a lot of fun with all my new friends. I am glad I was given the chance to met new people, even though it may have been a hard lesson.

2014
June 7 is so very close and I am so happy to be done with high school. I never thought this day would come, dating back to 2010 when I walked into the doors. But yet again, I am glad to say, I made it. I am so ready to start my life and do what I want when I want.