I am not just a teacher; I am a student. For example, in January 2017, classes began for a Perspectives on the World Christian Movement course, being held at a local Christian college. I was not taking the class for college credit or because I needed the certification for some Missions requirement. The reason I drove the 60 miles round trip, one day a week, for 14 weeks, and completed the hours of weekly readings and assignments was for personal growth and the “experience”. Simply because a college mentor, years ago, talked so highly of the course and recommended that every Christian, that has the opportunity, should take this course.
High school was difficult for me to put it simply. Throughout almost all of it I was depressed. Caused by one thing or another and always varying in intensity, it was the only persistent aspect of my high school career. There are far too many events, feelings, and thoughts that provoked my spiral that I’m rendered unable to recall them all. Starting with my questioning of the morality of man after reading “All Quiet on the Western Front”, only to be escalated by the stresses of the IB program, then heightened by the worries that came with applying and affording college and my future in general.
When I think of myself as a writer, I think of a writing struggle. I struggle with getting things done by the deadline, there are times when I feel “on top of the world” this is when I write my best, and there are times when I can’t write at all, I just feel like dying. I went through a lot during Junior year, and it resulted in me being very depressed; which really affected my ability to write. I hate writing when my heart isn’t in it when this happens it leads me to procrastinate, waiting for a spark of motivation but, during Junior year I realized you just have to fake it occasionally and write with only your intelligent mind. My Junior year I decided to take Mr.Davies Dual Enrollment English class, a college level class.
(bird, undertale, avcon shiny ring) however you have been there for me when I was crying or having a mental breakdown or trying to kill myself. And you were the reason I always keep going through. And I have been there for you when you were crying or breaking down. Like the day you found out about your father, or last the long weekend when you said no one cared about you in Mannum. I know that I am shit at starting any of this
In 7th grade, my attitude was terrible. I would talk back to teachers, yell at other students and not do my homework. My mother tried to get my brother and I to go to therapy but it never actually happened. My similarities to Hamlet 's emotions occured in middle school when I saw my father 's true colors. My mother had recently lost her job and consequently it became tight financially.
I said to myself, “I was wrong about the USA people.” After all, I got home and rest for two days. I was very afraid to go out not because I don’t like to go out. I do like to go out but I was afraid that people will … at me because I did not know how to speak English. Then I stated my high school in 2009. On the first day I was so scared to go to school.
From Janet's story, it tells that there are some sources of stress in her life. First, the academic pressure is one of the stress in Janet's life. The failed courses make her so stressful. As she mentioned, she did not understand anything taught in those foundation courses, it makes her feel overwhelmed and hopeless to pass in the new semester. Her fears and uncertainty about her studies cause her to feel stressed, especially when she feel like have no control over those studies and the poor results make her being worried about she can't even pass in the new semester.
I did not really wanted to go to a community college because all my life I dreamed of going straight to a 4 year university (in my country, it would be a 5-year university) and the fact that I had to start in another place just made me feel confused and anxious, but I had no other choice, since I knew I wouldn’t attend the other colleges and I did not want to take a sabbatical year. At the same time, I had a few friends whom would go to the community college, so we all started the process and to make our schedules. Since I am a foreign student and I came to the U.S. during my sophomore year of high school, I had to take an ESL test (English for Speakers of other Languages). I was place into the last level of ESL, I knew that my English was really good, but at the same time I knew that I had to improve, I wanted it to be at a college level, so I took two ESL classes and I think that this was one of the best experiences I could have had during my first semester of college, I could reconnect with myself and with people, I was surrounded by different people from all over the world, and although I already had the same experience when I arrived to the U.S. and I was sent to the last level of ESOL in high school, this time I was experiencing it in another way, I would say in a more mature way. All my classmates were amazing people and I made new
Last but not least, using alcohol always affects our success in a bad way, because when we drink something , we can not get up early, so we go to school lately and we can miss our lessons. It also affects our exams. This circle continues until our work life. When we
Broken heart hurts your feeling. Nobody associates broken heart with happiness. Likewise, I felt terribly sad when I had my heart broken. I remember it felt so disastrous for me that I almost couldn 't do anything for one month. However, as time passed by, I began to think about what lesson I could learn from it.
Then in sophomore year of high school, I was, well, let’s say “mistreated” by a male classmate. I felt broken and hurt, like I couldn’t trust a soul in the world. That instance only confirmed that maybe God wasn’t as present as I’d hoped and maybe men were not my type. When I started looking at colleges, naturally, I wanted to go somewhere safe, where there was little violence and possibly the opportunity to strengthen my dwindling faith. I found Covenant.
She was threatened on multiple occasions by Ashlynn, varying from sabotaging her friendships to physically fighting her, and had to deal with fellow students harassing her and speaking down to her due to this. She missed a lot of days due to emotional duress for these two years, and this ultimately ended in her falling severely behind in her school work, only adding to her stress. She tried to deal with the emotional abuse without adult assistance throughout 7th grade, believing it would subside over the summer, but after seeing the toll it had begun taking on her grades and mental health and speaking to Christy Cochran, librarian and confidant, she finally reached out to administration and received a school-based Stay Away agreement at the beginning of her 8th grade year for Ashlynn Morgan; the purpose of which is to increase safety for students who have been the target of severe or repeated bullying,