It is inevitable that everyone’s high school experience will be different. For most people, high school is about having fun and enjoying their last few years before they are forced out into the cold, dark world. However, for the rest, it is about expanding their knowledge potential and gaining skills to fight off everyday battles. My high school adventure was a mixture of the two.
My general physics teacher had a habit of making my classmates and I stand as soon as he walked in the room. Every morning he would tell us, “remember children, the reason I have you stand is to show respect to the person better than you.” He acted as though he ruled the world with a flaming spear. My high school career was filled with terror.
I come from Bedford, Indiana; a small town that is about the size of a quarter. On the first day of my sophomore year, my cousin allowed me to ride with him to what the locals call “the mansion on the hill.” The school had three floors, two above ground, and one below. The building itself covered six acres. The sports fields added another four acres. The previous year had ended the three-year construction schedule. Most of the school was brand new. As we walked in, the sight of people running around, and the sound of teenagers screaming at the top of their lungs about the new school year, made me think we had just walked through the gates of hell.
My freshman year ended poorly. I was not the worst student, but I was not the best either. I was too caught up in the new high school experience and allowed my grades to fall. As I walked to my first class, I just kept telling myself that this year was going to be different. I was going to put all of my focus into my schoolwork. My plans were to attend the IU School of Medicine to become an oncologist. I knew getting into med school was not going to be easy. It was going to take a lot of hard work and dedication to achieving my goal of becoming a doctor.
I started my sophomore year taking band but soon realized it was not for me anymore. As I sat in my counselor’s office asking her if I could drop band, I started looking at the list of classes to take and physics came to my attention. My favorite subject in school had always been science, but I could not bring myself to take physics and chemistry in the same year. Eventually my counselor informed me that taking these two classes in the same year would look good on my transcript. After a few minutes of thinking, I decided to switch classes. I left her office not thrilled about doubling my work, but I knew if I tried, I could make it.
I went to the bookstore to get my physics book. As I arrived to class and walked in the room, I saw the root of my future problems. He was 30 years old and stood at just 5ft. 7in. with a smirk look on his face....