Everyone in the world has something they use to escape, mine is dance. Dance has come through as an escape for me at many particular moments in my life, but there is one time that’ll always come in mind to me. I was a junior in high and co-captain of my varsity dance team and it was an exciting week because we had our first competition of the year on Saturday morning. On Wednesday of that very week, my best friend Hannah and I had decided to take a different route to school just so we could skip homeroom and stop at our favorite little cafe. We were jamming out to the new Justin Bieber “Purpose” album when all of sudden one of the main intersections in our little city was completely shut down.
This semester I signed up for college speech, college algebra, and A&S along with my high school classes. In the begging, I felt really confident in my ability to balance my life, work, and school but I quickly learned It was going to be harder than I thought. I think it was around chapter 2 when I decided I needed to buy a planner so I could start writing down things I needed to accomplish. This class has tough me that creating goals and staying organized is key when taking college classes and later on in life. My favorite class period was the last day of class.
We were so exhausted from classes and high school life that even a mark on the wall distracted us. In order to overcome this issue, we all agreed to work effectively during our school hours so we could all go home to resume our regular activities. Furthermore, knowing my classmates for four years and having the same classes with them is definitely an important factor that led us to find the right learning strategy. Studying after school was obviously not an efficient way since it takes serious discipline from everyone involved to remain concentrated after 8 hours of learning and planning. Ultimately, a positive learning experience depends in your environment, resources, and people around
The waited day came, yes it’s my first day in my new school. When I was taking my first step in my class, I heard a voice saying in sarcastic way “you’re in the wrong class the primary section is in the first floor”, that comment broke my heart but I went over it by thinking positively. However, the day was running too fast until our last period which was PE (Physical Education). Guess what the teacher asked us in the period!! She asked us to join the sports club in our school and each student should choose her/his favorite sport club to join.
I thanked her for the ride and went to unlock the door. After realizing that I completely forgot my key, I felt like a bigger moron. I waited until 3:30 because that was when my mom would come home with my brother. I told her everything that happened in my day at school. I was hesitant to tell her about what happened after school with my crush because I thought she would be completely shocked that I would do something like that.
People around me would always say how happy they were to be in school and ask me if I loved it to, and of course I would say yes in order to avoid an unpleasant explanation. In reality, I hated school and all day, everyday, I would look up to the clock and wait for it to say 3:05. Even though I had this mindset about school everyday, I did have great moments in some of my classes, especially in Mr. Mason’s AP US History class. Although high school was a not the best time of my life, I did decide to go and the only motivation was that I was going to learn in order to better prepare myself for life. Education is and will always be important to me because it is the main source in building a better life for myself and for my family.
Almost forgot the name of my high school is Adrian Wilcox High, home of the thunder if I remember correctly or lightning one of the two but I digress. After the first period of class, which nothing much really happened but explaining school rules and such. I began to realize that high school feels the same as middle school expect there were four times the students than there is in eighth grade; walking down the halls I can feel eyes of the higher grades scoping not only myself but a majority of the other freshmen knowing we are struggling to find our scheduled classes. Lunch finally comes around I start opening up to other students to make and try to make some friends, I remember lunch and after were my favorite times back then my classes were easy and so chill
If school were to start early more students would begin to dislike school, because starting early would end their vacation early and it would force them to suffer the stress of homework again. “In fact, a recent study found the primary cause of children 's stress, according to parents, was related to homework and schoolwork. Of more than 400 parents surveyed, 53% cited homework and schoolwork as the driver of the most stress for their kids.” Article by CNN Senior co-captain of a varsity soccer team Edgar Rodriguez states, “ Most schools don’t start until the end of August, so they have at least two more weeks to train before the next season...I think it’s just unfair because now we have to put in the double the work in half the time.” Article by nileswestnews.org. If we were to change the calendar it would give some teams an unfair advantage in preparation for sporting events. As some teams could practice before the school year began, and not have to balance school work on top of that, while our team
After that moment I regretted everything I did and I had to go to the fire classes everyday. The fire classes were so boring and exhausting, I knew that I wasn’t supposed to be there, because I knew better then to light a blanket on fire. But after a while me and my parents moved away to Woodbridge Virginia where I met new people, went to a new school, it was a whole new lifestyle. I never saw Paris again, I then learned a huge lesson at the age of 8, something I would’ve never imagined happened to me . Thanks to that moment, I now will never forget to use fire properly and not to play around with fire, it is no
When sophomore year rolled around, we both decided to enroll in what was rumored to be the most challenging class at PCEP: APUSH. Through the endless pages to outline, terms to define, and essays to write, we only became closer. On the weekends when we could, we would study together, and when we couldn’t, we would call each other to talk about our classwork instead. When one of us had a question the other couldn’t answer, we would send a joint email to the teacher, Mr. Mui. By the end of the year, he copied both of us on his responses without us asking.