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Rites of Passage
We all go through stages in our lives. Time comes and
goes, and most of the times, moving on to a superior stage makes us
regret the
previous one, while all we have left of it are memories. It is memories
that
give us the strength and energy to move on, start another fight, move
to
another level. We have made a custom of celebrating such moments of
transition,
but who feels like celebrating when we know so well that it’s just
another
stage that we went through, another period of time that passed, and
will never
come back.
High-school years are said to be the best years. I
could agree to a certain extent, but I must say I had expected more. As
a
senior student, I have the feeling that it all ends much too quickly;
it all
ends before it even started. I think that freshmen would really need
senior
knowledge and mindset in order to make the most out of high school. I
personally would not trade places with any of them, but I must say I
would have
a totally different approach to things if I were to be one again. It
all comes
down to experience, I guess.
Out of all aspects of high school life, the social
part seems to be the most enjoyable and entertaining. It is like the
glue
holding everything together. The ninth grade came with whole new
collective,
new individuals to study, a variety of personalities that would take
more than
just four years in school to learn. With some of them I have come to be
more
than just classmates, as we now share a sum of nice memories and many
common
experiences. But high school social life is fortunately more than just
your own
class. You get to meet a whole lot of people from all over the
institution; all
you need is an open mind, a happy face and willingness to socialize. I
have also
learned the importance of getting involved in different activities.
Apart from
the fact that you make friends and learn new things, there is that
feeling of
satisfaction when a job is well done and everybody praises the crew.
All these
small victories build you confidence, which can later help you
progressively
face bigger and harder challenges.
Our relationship with teachers was a continuous fight
to overstep the boundaries of human patience. It can easily be noticed
that
most of them are old-fashioned and their methods of teaching are
obsolete,
which
resulted in
completely
unbearable boredom at classes. Few of them are willing to improve their
teaching methods and make classes more interesting by including
practical
parts. Above all, they do not seem to
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understand
us; mentalities
strongly differ and the generation gap is very prevalent. On the other
hand, I
must say I will definitely never forget my form teacher. He is, in my
opinion,
the friendliest teacher I have ever had. He has always tried to break
this
barrier that separates teachers from students with an open mind, and I
am
absolutely positive that this has helped me a lot.
Events such as proms, Valentine’s Day, Halloween,
parties and other celebrations made my school life easier and more
enjoyable,
and assuming responsibilities was really challenging. I especially
enjoyed my
participation in the “Junior Achievement” competition, which helped me
discover
that I have some business-oriented interests, and I learned so very
many things
about handling a successful company. This experience developed my group
working
skills and working efficiently in order to meet a certain deadline. Our
work
was rewarded through personal satisfaction, as well as our
participation to an
international business event, “Fair Trade 2007”. I also took part in
organizing
the Valentine’s Day in our high-school in the eleventh grade. My
contribution
was taking part in a short drama act, which was my first “on-stage”
drama
experience, and was really interesting.
During these four years I have really changed.
Besides the many things I was taught by teachers, which helped me widen
my
horizons and view of the world, I noticed a change in personality. I
think
these four years of high-school are critical to defining one’s
character.
Having to deal with different kinds of people, solving problems,
assuming
responsibility and fighting for your rights showed me a tiny bit of
what life
really is: definitely not a warm and welcoming place.
As far as my own class is concerned, I have to admit
we were never too united. My class is made up of a staggering twenty
eight
girls and not more than two happy boys. I personally got along just
fine with
almost everybody. I guess it was kind of inevitable of girl cliques to
form and
this resulted in everlasting arguments, fights and animosity among
them. However,
I have the impression that things settled down a little bit in the
twelfth
grade and people started getting along with one another. Nonetheless, I
will
definitely miss my classmates and I would be glad to hear they will
miss me too.
Generally speaking, “Unirea” high school was a
peaceful, pleasant and worthy experience, a great milestone in our
quest to
achieving the goals we have set for the future and for the life we want
to
live. Although we never know where life will take us, I would be glad
to return
to my hometown in ten years time, meet my classmates and speak with
relish the
pleasant times we spent together in high-school.
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