Halimo-Go-Back-To-The-Ghetto-Abdulkarim

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May 22, 2009 • written by Halimo Abdulkarim  
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        High school. These two simple words might be the hardest words to sum up. High school for me was an exciting experience. I jumped from one group of friends to another, and like everyone I had those days I just wanted to hide in a hole and not come out. I also remember those great, long nights I would stay at school for hours mainly layout the paper.  Through the rough spots there were always fun memories to pull me through the year.

        Advice for any sophomore: having third lunch really really sucks (mostly because on Thursdays they never have turkey or veggie subs), and every Thursday, instead of eating something I complain about how much I hate having third lunch.

        One thing I will never forget in high school is my original nickname given to me by Taylor Trauger: Halimo-Go-Back-To-The-Ghetto-Abdulkarim. When you’re reading this, you might think, “Seriously Halimo,” but to me it’s actually a funny story.

        First of all, I’m not from the ghetto, and I have never even been close to one except (maybe a white ghetto). Second of all the majority of my friends are white.  Not because I don’t like black people, but because there’s not a lot of black people that go to this school. So every time I hear my name I just laugh and say, “I’m not ghetto.” Because of this nickname, I will always remember the long layout nights in high school and how we would have to literally run out of the building before the alarms go off.

         So for me high school isn’t always about stressing out or having senioritis. It’s about the stupid American Idol nights when Emma would go psycho when she misses the “American Idol” introduction before they start singing. Bre, Molly and I would just sit there and laugh at her. Or when Molly would always make your momma jokes and how I would get so pissed.  By the way Molly, my mom CAN read this.  Molly always says and does the most outrageous things like when Molly and I went to McDonalds and almost got in trouble with the cops so we had to go back and apologize.

        For me, honestly, high school was about getting to know who I am and what I want to become. Finding that path, the friendships I hope will last and just appreciating those teachers that got me here. Learning from my mistakes and on the way to that road knowing I have friends who will help me get through the rough time.