General Admissions Essay – My Memories Of High School Essay, Research Paper
To some people, high school is a fun and growing experience but for me, it was four years that I could have lived without. My memories of high school consist of a few smiles tangled with an abundance of silent solitude
and heartbreak. I understand now, three
years later that people make their own happiness within themselves. It is all a matter of the right mindset to pave the road to a satisfying lifestyle.
But as a teenager, all I resorted to was the belief that life’s contentment would find me and hold me hand through my days. Of course, I waited only to comprehend later on after graduation that this comfort was nothing but a fictional figment of my wishful thinking. So I wasn’t a cheerleader. I didn’t join student council, the debate
team, theater, drama or band. I was a
nameless face among a plethora of bright smiling students, waiting for the battle of my evil sadness to be defeated by a sudden spurt of mysterious bliss. In my heart, I used to feel the battle was
lost and I would be doomed to depression like some pathetic hypochondriac but
what I know now is that the battle was never fought. I was not a depressed person; I was merely going through the
typical teenage angst that most people endure. Those who have allowed themselves to be labeled in high school by
joining associations, teams or even using their clothes as a personal statement
are the same people who probably have happy “high school essays” to write
about. I didn’t see the point to all
those pointless committees because I just had one goal: to finish my senior
year as quickly as junior high begun, quick and painless. However, I know that in order to grow, one
must undergo tough times through bad luck and mistakes. Bad luck is the operation of fate and
mistakes are made to learn from them.
With these two forces hovering over people like me in high school or in
any point in ones life, it helps mold a strong character which in turn makes it
easier for happiness to be more noticeable in life. I perceive myself as an outspoken
girl and I know how to stand up for myself, but all of this came with
time. In high school I was not blessed
with such a strong character and with this came a very frustrating introverted
personality. This made me grow bitter
to everyone else and I held with me a degree of hatred, probably caused by envy
to all the students with their smiling faces.
However, I understand completely now that in order to have happiness,
one must create happiness. If I were
relive my four years of high school with what I know now three years following
my graduation, I am positive I would have had a better time with handling my
life and the petty obstacles that came my way.
Things wouldn’t have been so overdramatic and emphasized as they had
been. But time changes everything,
heals everything and time is everything.
And time has made me content with everything in its own inexplicable
way. “I
always feel left out because I don’t try to be in and then I hate myself for
not trying and then I cry. And I
hate myself. And I
cry. And I
hate hating.”