How It All started

I guess I should start from the beginning: an August summer day, a crisp new uniform, perfectly curled bangs, and undying excitement for high school. The four years that everyone looks forward to, the best years of your life. Well nobody tells you hard it all is. One minute it's the end of the first day of high school, and your in McDonald's buying dollar fries and saying hi to your crush you haven't seen all summer, and the next thing you know, you're sitting in the cafeteria across from your House Leader and next to your mother talking about how you have a 75 in physics. There's only one question running through your head:what happened? Last you remember you had an 85. This isn't how high school should be. You blink and BOOM school as you know it transforms completely. You have quizzes every week, projects, netbooks, and research papers. No more staring at your notes for five minutes on line for math and acing the test. Don't even try it. Because if you do, you'll be explaining to your mom and dad that you need to stay after school for tutoring because you got a 55 on your quiz. At first it's like "Aah, no reason to freak. I've got four years to bring up my grades." But then you go back to sitting in a cafeteria while you're house leader's telling your mom your grades are slipping. And what happens when you go home? You're phone gets taken away and your mom buys you a geometry book you need to study out of an hour a night. Your dad looks you straight in the eye end tells you" You better bring up your grades or you're going to be reading the encyclopedia and working out of SAT books till your hands fall off". That's when you realize :high school isn't an episode of 90210 or like the movie Mean girls, where you sabotage everyone's reputation to win the heart of the cutest guy in school. You have to sit and study when you don't want to. You need to go tutoring and pay attention in class instead of laughing at fart jokes. Most importantly, though, you have to know when you need help and stop at nothing to get it. Because in the end, life is going to be filled with crossroads and questions that only you can answer for yourself, and let's face it: if you can't survive ninth grade, who's to say you'll get through life?