It was my senior year and I was on track to be Valedictorian at my high school. The school was located in the small town of Hyrum, Utah. I would like to say that I went to a prestigious school that housed the most intelligent students in the country. However, it couldn’t be more different. The pungent smell of manure would waft down the hallways as students walked to and from class, I was always late to school because I would get trapped behind tractors on the single lane highway, and there were always pickup trucks in the parking lot. That being said, I loved this school with all of my heart. Friday night football would always make the front of our small-town newspaper, our school spirit was incredible, I knew everyone in my high school by name, and the teachers had great relationships with the students. However, the second trimester of my senior year, everything changed. …show more content…
And Mrs. Feinaur? Well… she was a snake. This lady LOVED snakes! She kept two of them as pets inside the classroom. As she was grading our papers, she would have a large, green, scaly, boa constrictor wrapped around her neck, named Timmy, claiming it was “therapeutic”. I walked into her class with full confidence that I would get a perfect grade. After all, I had never had difficulty getting a 4.0 before. When I walked in, I saw some of my friends that were on my cheer squad. As I sat down on the hard, mustard yellow chair next to them, Professor Feinaur shot me a dirty look. This didn’t phase me though, I decided she would learn to like me soon
Others not some much, those who didn’t do as well need to see me so that we can talk about it.” I just knew that it was directed towards me, and the more I heard people react to their good grades on the essay the worse the butterflies in my stomach just increase in horror of my grade compared to the rest of the class. As Ms. Bradley walked up to my seat she set my paper down upside down making sure that nobody else saw my grade. All that did is make my situation even worse as she obviously didn’t want anyone else seeing my bad grade. As I turned the paper over my hand wouldn’t stop shaking to the point where I couldn’t read the grade on the front.
Growing up in Capital Heights, Maryland was never easy. At the time the crime in that City was to me, at its peak, there were shootings, robbing’s, and bad influences around every corner. Every day I got up early and walked out my little house sitting firmly on the hill, down the street to John Edgar Howard Elementary, the school I attended at the time. Yes, the neighborhood was rough, but I was fortunate enough to have a strong support system. My Grandmother made sure to wake me up every morning to haul me of to school where I would meet my loving, devoted teachers and coaches.
High school was a roller coaster ride for me, from the endless fun of parties to the minor breakdowns and panic attacks that would land myself in the hospital. The pressure and stress got to me and the fact that failing out of the school that I’ve been going to for twelve years with long life friends was coming to an end. Now that I look back at it though it might have been the best decision for my well-being because then I would of not been able to meet the people that I met at Chamblee Charter High School. You would think moving from a private to a public school would be a big cultural shock, you are very correct. Atlanta International School, which was the school I went for basically my whole life, was a very open minded, well rounded, and accepting establishment since the most of the students where from all over the world.
Reflecting back I don’t think there’s a single thing I’d change, from the very few bad times, to all the great times of laughter and pure awesomeness. High school has been fun, and I am going to miss it, but although my time at Skyview is over, it is only up to me if the fun never ends. I’ll miss the sports, winning a state championship, going to class and all the inside jokes, playing sports that I’ve never played before and making new friends with all sorts of amazing people. But most of all I’ll probably miss my friends, and all the weird stuff they say and do and how awesome they make every moment that would otherwise be not nearly as cool. Yes, I will miss them.
Also, I was inducted into the National Honor Society. Prior to living with my grandparents, I would have never imagined that I would be as successful as I am today.
The girls talked shit about other girls, and most of the guys were only interested in one thing (I’m sure you know what one thing I’m talking about). Everyone acts like they care, or acts as they’re trustworthy, it’s all a lie. I’d been going to school there my whole life, and I’d never found a person that was genuinely sympathetic. But my sophomore year, a new girl, Rosalie Hale, transferred to our abhorrent school. The second I laid eyes on her my eyes couldn’t move.
I was lost. Friends were not at my disposal. Time was in abundance. Thoughts was all i had. Freshman through Christmas break of my sophomore year I attended Berks Catholic High School, but before that I graduated from a feeder school named Scared Heart School.
At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.
Right now I am sixteen, before this I was fifteen, and fourteen and all of the other ages prior to sixteen. Being sixteen means that you can get your driver 's license, you can start doing things on your own. Sophomore year means that you don’t have to worry about being a little freshman, and you don’t have to start thinking about applying for colleges, or the ACT, or prom. In sophomore year, you are just kind of there, not really any purpose, you are just kinda there. When you are fifteen you can get your temps.
Honestly, this may surprise you, but honestly, I am sad to leave the middle school. I have had many good memories in my times at the middle school, but I have also had some not so good memories. Even though I dread coming to school everyday, the teachers, the staff members, and the students make it a lot better. The best memories I have had at the middle school deal with Cougar News, Yearbook, and Junior Honor Society.
I grew up in Houston, Texas and lived at the same address with the same parents for over 18 years until I moved to Austin to attend the University of Texas. Memorial Park sat directly across the street from our 900 square foot, 4 bedroom/1 bathroom bungalow (according to the realtors who later handled the estate) I remember the days of walking out our front door, through the gate in our chain link fence and crossing the street into my "front yard,” almost 1,500 acres of land filled with pine trees, playgrounds, swimming pools, and softball fields. I grew up knowing all the families on our street and most families in our neighborhood. The Jurgen family, Ray and Gladys, and their three children, Kevin, Karl, and Kay were our closest friends.
However, I love my school. From creating the Student Council my freshmen year, to serving as Freshmen, Sophomore, and Senior Class President, I work to the best of my abilities to better my school. My junior year, when Noel Community Arts Middle School was in the process of closure, I organized students and invited at
Unfortunately, for Sally Vasquez, this was not the kind of environment in which she worked. Instead of serving as a trusted mediator and assisting Sally with her concerns, Mrs. Pelfrey further exacerbated them. She clearly took sides with the other teachers, leaving Sally to fear for her
High school has impacted my life in so many ways. High School taught me so many things, from personal relationships to creating a relationship with my education. As a freshman, I made a huge amount of mistakes and I regret doing foolish things, but I’ve realized, I was only maturing into the young adult I am today. Freshman year, I was out of focus and I was only trying to find myself. I would also prioritize other things and ignore my parent’s advice, where they would tell me to focus in school and give it my full attention.
I realized I wasn’t a good student my behavior inside the classroom was horrible but I could recognize I had a really good connection with my teachers even though I was super noisy in class and always laughing basically I was like a clown, until today I still talk to them as my second parents. Memorable moments in my life that I consider the scariest days and at the same time moments to celebrate was my last year in High School. De La Salle Panama is known for a lot of people as a really hard school to graduate and the hardest year is grade 12 (2014: my last year in High School). Remember moments when I was studying and I took me the whole night to study for my several