High school diary

High school diary

Reading my high school diary | lauren in real life

Now let’s take a closer look at the lesson and the class as a whole. There are 16 students in the class, eight males and eight females. There are nine black students and seven white students. The classroom seating was unfamiliar territory for me. The sketch on the following page will give you an idea of it (it is actually a well-known seating arrangement for you, but it is not for me as a German):
The teacher’s desk is denoted by the letter “TEACHER.” It stands in the middle of the room. As a result, if the teacher sits at his seat, he would be unable to see the students to his left. However, since the students are facing each other, this seating arrangement allows for class discussions.
Mr. Esslinger said his goodbyes to his students when the bell rang. Some of them stopped by to wish him a nice day. He thanked them and returned their wishes. After the lecture, we had another brief chat and exchanged email addresses and phone numbers. That was the first day of my freshman year at H High School. It was a fascinating day, and I left the school building with a positive attitude, eager to return on Tuesday.

Reading my high school diary

Monthly view: Your monthly view is built to give you a simple rundown of important dates for the month. There are some of them: Note: To make it easier to differentiate between school and personal activities, use different colors.
The view of your yearly calendar should be clear and well-organized. It gives you a quick rundown of your school and holiday schedules, as well as your year’s assessment and test dates. The calendar view is intended to assist you in recognizing various school periods (eg. exam blocks, school camps and holidays) Remember to color-code school and personal activities so that they don’t get too crowded!

Adults read their middle school diaries

How many of you really write in your diaries? I still had one in high school, and because I save everything (yes, that is my actual diary and real high school photos above), I figured it would be fun to look through it now that I’m older. It’s likely that the word “fun” was used incorrectly. It was a little cringe-worthy, but a lot of fun. What I liked most about it was that there were a few nice nuggets in there that I still believe. As a result, you get to hear my 16-year-old emo self. Are you prepared?
Isn’t that something we’ve always wondered about? Too many times I find myself worrying about something and wondering if I’m overthinking it. What I’ve discovered is that I most certainly am! Now, instead of examining the situation from every angle in search of the “true” response, I try to listen to my gut instinct. What’s more, guess what? There is no such thing as a correct answer! There is only one correct answer: the one that sounds good to you.
I really like this one. I’ve always tried to do things a little better than anyone else. To be honest, I’m always like that today! And, guess what? Trying to be unique isn’t a bad thing as long as you stay true to yourself.

The absolutely true diary of a high school student

I was apparently under the assumption that I was very smart. Inspirational quotes were sprinkled throughout the book, accompanied by my own attempts at insightful commentary. A magazine clipping with the words “shoot the moon” was followed by my thoughts written in pen: I recall writing that, tucked away in my bright pink bedroom, missing my ex-boyfriend and thinking he was at a party I wasn’t invited to. I recall crying so hard that the skin under my eyes was practically rubbed raw, and I had strange lines around my face for days. I recall lying in bed at night, suffocating sobs that would inevitably wake up my parents in the next room. But more than that, I recall how difficult it was at that point in my life to be young and naive, believing that this was the very worst thing that could possibly happen.
Since then, a lot has changed in my life; things that have meant a lot more to me and have had a much bigger effect on my heart. Fortunately, I’ve quit becoming a pitiful loser with a million unfulfilled wishes and now learned who I am and how fucking amazing life is.

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