Linnette Cruz 9-III
Many believe that entering ninth grade will be like turning over a new leaf. New friends, new classes, new teachers. Well, it doesn’t exactly roll that way for the New Horizons students.
We have the advantage of staying in the same school for our primary, elementary, middle, and high school career. It may sound extensive, and even lame, but one of the most valuable assets New Horizons has to offer is growing up with a family. Strangers become best friends and school starts feeling like a second home.
My alarm goes off at 6:10 A.M. The first thing that I do when I wake up is to turn off my alarm and go back to sleep. My heart always drops when I hear my first alarm, and a feeling of drowsiness starts settling in. It’s not that I don’t like school, but it’s not really comfortable to wake up that early in the morning and know that you are expected to sit in a desk for seven hours.
I arrive at school in the early morning, usually around 7:00 to 7:10 AM. Many may ask why I arrive so early if homeroom starts at 7:30 AM. Despite the fact that I’m still rubbing off the sleepiness in my eyes, it’s a great time to catch up with friends, finish homework or even continue studying for a quiz that day. Besides, if I’m really exhausted I could just fall asleep on the soft bean bag chair inside my homeroom. After the teacher passes the attendance, I usually stop by my locker before my first class, Pre-AP World History. I said at the beginning of the school year that I would decorate my locker and make it pretty, but then laziness strikes and not decorating it at all. My locker is very dull, but I’ll try to fix that when a sophomore year comes rolling in.
Every little thing bothers me in the morning as well, for example, my homeroom is on the sixth floor, while my world history class is on the seventh. This means that I have to go up one flight of stairs to get to this class, and when it’s 7:45 A.M., and when you’re all groggy from sleeping, this is a hard task to do. When I finally arrive at my class, after all of the shovings and hustling around the halls, I am usually greeted by my teacher and a distinct smell of coffee. Despite the overload of homework, sleepless Friday nights, and endless essays, I still enjoy this class because we get to study cultures we may not be familiar with.
My next class is English Literature and Composition, which we also refer to as AP Lit., my favorite class! This class puts a smile on my face because we usually start off with class discussions. We also tackle current world issues like gun control. Weare also currently reading a book called “Things fall apart”, which so far is very interesting.
Following that class, we have Graphic Design. It’s not exactly my best class, due to the fact that I don’t exactly consider myself a very creative person. I would understand everything the teacher explains during the class, but when I actually have to attempt to do it, I have no idea where to start. Besides that, I would say that it’s an entertaining class because we get to design things like posters and business cards.
The fourth class of the day is biology. I would say that this class overall, is pretty great. What really bugs me is the fact that to get to the class, I need to go up to six flights of stairs, which is extremely tiring. When you start huffing and panting, it’s also a great reminder that I am out of shape as well. And if that wasn’t enough for you, hungriness starts to kick in at this time too. The good thing is that recess is the next period, which gets my hopes up.
Recess, the best time of day. I usually take these 40 gracious minutes of the school day to chat with friends and of course, eat. I wouldn’t say that the school’s food court is my favorite place in the school because it is mostly filled with cranky seniors and screaming eating teens, which is quite bothersome. My friends and I still eat there though because it is the only air-conditioned place during recess. After eating in the cafeteria, my friends and I go to the sports area to play some volleyball. Then, at 12:25 P.M., it is time to head to Spanish, where I will be spending the last two hours of my school day.
I’ve always considered Spanish to be my worst class ever. Not because I get bad grades or because I don’t like the teacher, but because Spanish isn’t my strongest language. I grew up in the States, at an American elementary and middle school, so all of my classes were taught in English. My family did speak to me in Spanish sometimes, but most of the time they would communicate with me in English, so when I first joined the school, they decided to sign me up for tutoring. I find this class quite boring and feel like falling asleep most of the time.
So yes, ninth grade is tough, but I know that it won’t be as hard as the next years to come. Despite the overload of homework and frequent whining, I know that when I’m a senior I will look back at the young, enthusiastic freshman girl that I once was.