Glory Day Research Paper

Nebiyat Easler
Mr. Huff
English 101-2019
29 August 2012
Glory Days High school is supposed to be the best years of a teenager’s life and for me it was. The first high school I ever attended was Eldorado high school, home of the Sundevils. The first day of my freshman year I woke up to my mom’s voice that morning, “Get up!” she yelled from my room door. It was the perfect morning, the smell of pancakes and bacon coming from the kitchen and my dad ironing my clothes before he goes to work. The first day of my freshman year was just like any other freshman’s. I walked to each of my classes nervously in those crowded and long hallways but mostly filled with excitement because I knew there was a lot of exciting adventures to come. After the first couple of months I was no longer a random girl that walked the wall ways. Everyone I associated with called me Nayynayy, that nickname stuck with me throughout my whole high school career.
By my senior year, I grew a bond with teachers, staff, and students that went there and by the way things looked I was going to graduate from Eldorado, class of 2012.
Until I started hanging around this girl named Jessica, I really didn’t hang around her any of my other years that I went to Eldorado and the only reason I starting hanging around her was because we had a student aide class together. Everything started out great, she wasn’t the best student throughout high school but since it was her senior year, she wanted to straighten up. One day, in our student aide class she had stolen an Iphone from a student. The school caught her on camera with it in her hands but they assumed since I was in the class with her and we walked out together that I knew about it, I was later called an accessory to a
crime. Jessica and I, of course got suspend and had to go to a behavioral school. Those were the worst two months of my life, I had to wear uniforms, walk in lines, and all the classes were in portables. There was only one thing that could make things worse and it happened, Jessica had enrolled in that same school and I also had two classes with her. We never spoke and that’s just how I wanted it, I blamed her for messing up my senior year. On both of our last day there, she apologized to me and I accepted it because I realized it wasn’t completely her fault. I learned a life lesson that you have to choose your friends wisely. After my traumatic experience I went to Las Vegas High School, home of the Wildcats. My first day there was nothing like my first day at Eldorado, I definitely didn’t feel at home and then I made a very big decision that I wasn’t going to attend the graduation ceremony. I refused to graduate as a Wild Cat and without my friends. Of course, this decision didn’t last very long. All of my older brothers wanted to see walked across that stage and I couldn’t let them down. When graduation day came and the principal was referring to every student graduating that day as a Wild Cat, and I was wearing red instead of maroon, that moment when I looked at the people sitting on both sides of me and I didn’t even know who they were was the moment I knew I was on my own. I knew after graduation the real world starts but the real world started there for me. We threw our hats in the air and then I realized I wasn’t a Sundevil or Wild Cat, I was Nebiya’t ready for something new.