Now don’t get me wrong, I did have a good high school experience; however this isn’t about the good times I had. I want to tell you a story about something else. A real life lesson that I learned in school, something truly beneficial to my future. My senior year of high school taught me many things, however nothing compared to what I learned when I hit rock bottom that year. My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before.
Over a long period of time, I didn’t realize how serious high school meant before heading to college. My older brother didn’t do well in high school and he was the only person to look up to at the time. While attending elementary learning the basics came to me gradually and as each year passed by I was more interested in why my older brother attended a different school at a certain age/grade. My first year in middle school as an experience as a whole wasn’t what my older brother described and I expected the same for high school. My older brother did graduate high school but didn’t take the measures to attend a university or community college.
My mother tried to go to college at Ball State, but she barely finished a year before she decided it wasn’t for her. My father only did brief certification classes and/or tests; this was so he could get a better job or higher pay. Conventional college was not for him, in his words. I wasn’t sure if college was right for me because of my parents’ experiences. I was back to the “what do I want to be when I grow up?” thoughts, with no resolution in sight.
New school, making new friends, and getting used to the school. My sophomore year I transferred from Shaw High School. I really didn’t want to go here I would have preferred to stay at shaw, but I couldn’t. Sophomore was my worst year of high school. When I first started Collinwood High School, they didn’t have my transcript over from Shaw so for a month I had to take ninth grade classes.
It is bizarre because it is in fact the students who are bringing the money in. For example, “Duke's Mike Krzyzewski earns $9.7 million per year and Kentucky's John Calipari is above $7 million per year” which is more than what some coaches make in professional sports. To be a non-profit organization, it is believed coaches and staff are getting paid too
It all seemed great, but was I ready or would I ever be ready to see people in their worst days? It took me a whole year in college to realize that firefighting was something I did not want to pursue. Desperately looking for a new major, I started to consider teaching, but purely for selfish reasons. However, somewhere during my second year of college, there was a significant spark that led me to want to pursue teaching for a different reason. In high school, sports were everything, maintaining a good GPA was crucial.
The first day of school just ended. At first I wasn 't really that interested in school but then I found out that my classmate is Cassidy. My day went from uninteresting to interesting. I 'm really excited for the following days of this school year. I was reminiscing what happened today when suddenly Dwayne tapped my shoulders "Why so serious man?"
I had always wondered how it must feel to have friends that care so much, they would drop everything just to come and help you. However, after months of searching my three best friends showed me what true friendship was. One of the most important male figures in my life taught me that what is yours will find you and that life gets a lot more beautiful when you start living for yourself. This really helped to shape me into the person that I am today because I no longer seek approval from anyone but myself. That piece of advice is what made the last two years of my high school career nothing short of
It was a dream until September came around and I learned I still had to go to school, and suddenly this new place wasn’t a paradise anymore. I made my peace with it, at least I could wear colorful clothes. I remember that I didn’t think it would be much different besides the dress code and my friends not being there, so I wasn’t too excited and didn’t expect much. Little did I know, my perception of things was going to change drastically. I was going to fourth grade and it felt like a world of difference once I stepped
It truly wasn’t until one day, my senior year, I realized just how good of a coach Mr. Walls was. He told me to come to his room after school so we could talk about the upcoming season. He told me I was going to the Capitan of the team and that he had emailed some college coaches about coming to see me play. Even though it didn’t end up working out, Mr.
College kids bring in thousands of dollars every game day. They play their hearts out every single night, and will do whatever it takes to get the win. If someone sacrifices his body for the better good of a team, then they should be treated like professionals would if they had done the same thing. Which is paying them some portion of the money that they just made for you. In his article "Should college athletes be paid to play?
I focused on my family that started really young, before I graduated high school, I had my first child and in my early twenties had two more. My high school sweetheart joined the military and supported our family so I raised our children and he helped when he was able to be home. Now jobless and no prospects of finding a new job I did some research and found a program that would send me to school and cover a lot of the costs through JTO (Job Training Office). Getting my foot in the door for that training was a chore. I was actually turned away at first.
On September 2nd, I began my first IPPE training at Walgreen located in Springfield, Ohio. On the way to the Walgreen, I was nervous because it’s not only first day of IPPE training but also first experience of working at the pharmacy. When I arrived at the store, there weren’t many customers in there. I thought there will be lots of spare time during my work hours. However, I can feel that it was totally wrong after I entered in my work area.
If you were athletic, you could be pushed into college based on your physical ability. I really didn’t think about going to college until I was in my senior year. And when I made of up my mind that I wanted to go to college, I had to figure out how I was going to get there. Of course my first step was to ask my parents if I could go. I am not sure why I had to ask them about school, because throughout my school years they were not concerned about my status nor did they expect me to finish high school.
Yes they are given scholarships, yes they are given an opportunity to change their situation and their future. But, if put the numbers into perspective you see that they are only getting a fraction of what they deserve. They are grossly under compensated in comparison to the billions the NCAA brings in using their likeness every year. The athletes need to be paid for playing for universities. After all it is their choice to go there.