Best High School Memories

Highschool is notorious for being the social hierarchy of food-chain. The popular kids at the top, the invisibles, nerds, and an outcast. Highschool for some may be four years of hell but for me, it is considered the best four years of my life. The highschool that I’m attending is a bit special, to say the least. Starting from my freshmen year, we didn’t have any cliques or outcasts. Well, maybe half of the reason was because most of us knew each other from our previous school Whispering Palms and other kids were generally very easy-going and fun to get along. And perhaps the other reason was due to my easy-going personality. Hehe. There’s so many memories I have from SIS and its a bit hard to narrow it down to “just a few”. 

One of my best memories happened from my freshmen biology class. I was sitting down next to my three best male friends; they were also from the same junior high school as me. While my teacher, lovely Ms. Peterson was lecturing the class about some important stuff that we should probably remember for our test the next class, my friend Lucas blurted out “Shut up!!”, which made the whole classroom quiet and awkward. To make matters worse, my friends Kai and Hunter was quietly chuckling facing down on the table. Then Lucas somehow came up with a brilliant plan to switch the situation a bit less serious by pointing his finger at Kai and said, “I was talking to Kai.” Our whole class erupted with laughter it was truly impossible for us to “move along” rest of the period. 

My next memory is possibly the most memorable image stuck in my tiny head and will be there for a very long time. There is a tiny slide in the kindergarden playground in our school. My friend Cleo and I thought it would be fun to slide down on the slide......riding on a wagon. Turned out, it was not that good of an idea after all. We brought the wagon up the mini stairs to the top of the slide, placed it gently on the aisle, I was the first to have a go so I sat down smoothly and Cleo pushed me down the slide. Being  the immature freshmen, we did not know anything about the velocity, angles or the impact the wagon would cause my butt a sore encounter with an icepack for the next 3 weeks. At the end of the slide, the wagon gracefully soared through the air and not so gracefully landed on the grass, me resulting with a scraped back and thighs. The principle gave us each this line, “I will not slide down the kindergarden slide, riding on the wagon” 300 times to write for punishment. But at the end of the day, with all those bruised and scraped back and thighs, it was totally worth it.