Personal Essay: My Senior Year Of High School

From time to time I like to look back at my life and see what I have accomplished and how meaningful my very existence is to both my family and others. When I ponder this I often look at my father’s past and see how he aspired to the great man he is now. I see how he has made his fair share of mistakes and how he took it and kept moving. He has told me many times about how he never thought he would be anything important because of his intellectual capabilities and how he managed to squabble his way into medical school than the Naval Academy which changed his life for forever. I look at my father now and see the man he is now and see how he let his dreams become realities and how he worked for them instead of giving up and feeling sorry for himself like many people often act.

A time when I was faced with a significant challenge, but learned to overcome it was sophomore and junior year in history. History has always seem to be the class I tend to struggle in, no matter who I sit next to or how many notes I take. Sophomore as time when on to second semester I realized I wasn’t doing well; I was procrastinating with homework, not doing well on test, and stated to pay less attention in class. I got a D for the first semester and when I saw that on my report card I knew I had to change something. I realized history need to become a much higher priority. I started paying more attention in class, studying for test, and making sure to finish all my homework as soon as I can and not leaving it for last minute. My friend

I could no longer afford to pay my cell phone bill because I had ran out of funds. Unfortunately, my phone had been turned off, After one month, I knew my family started to worry about me so I called one of my aunt to let her know I was fine. She said she was very worried and she even called campus safety and they told her to email me. Then, she offered to pay my phone bill so that my line could be turn on, I told her not to bothered because my phone is broken. I did not want to talk to anybody about what I was going through, I was miserable, I hated myself. At the end of of the semester, I knew I was going to be suspended because I knew how I performed. I wanted to run away, I did not want to return to my home.

As a 17 year old, my view of failure is when I fall below my family’s expectations in my academic endeavors. I have not had many failures that have crippled me, but I have had a few failures that have caused detours in my path to be in pharmaceuticals and in epidemiology. J. K. Rowling says that “it is impossible to live without failing at something unless you live so cautiously that you might as well not have lived at all.” She is saying that life comes with failure, which gives you experiences to move on and continue living. I have absolutely no plans to live cautiously; I want to gain these life experiences from my failures. Although failure seems dreadful, it is necessary for learning to take place. Whether failing in school or sports, our

I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out. It was the day of gym. There was basketballs and volleyballs. As far as in the corner it could be, there was tetherball. I thought it would be fun to go and join them. Try and make friends, but it was not like that for them. The ball came around to the girls’ side and Boom. My face was bloody as it ever could be. My glasses were thrown off my face, my eyes were starting to bruise and finally, I could barely see out of my eyes. It went on for weeks after weeks.

There was a time in my life where it was a bad time, but, it was also a good time. I was trying to play games at my old school, Roosevelt Junior High School. I got caught, and what came with it, is troubling . When I got Home my Mom and Dad greeted me with a bunch of things, saying I shouldn’t be doing that, and this and that, but, what also came with it is, my grades dropped, it was horrible, I just couldn’t keep up with all my homework. my teachers started to tell me that I need to pull up, or I wasn’t going to graduate 8th grade. So, during my last few weeks, like five, to like, 6, I buckled down and got everything I needed to get done, done. All my homework, all my other assignments, you name it from my class, I got it done. So, when I

Laconia Middle School was the local school for those that lived in Laconia. Knowing most of my classmates and having many friends I felt as though I was at a very good place in life. Attending school everyday was fun for me. I got to be in classes with my best friends, had some of my favorite teachers, worked out a wonderful schedule and played the sports I loved, but if anything middle school was especially important to me was when I began to pick up a fascination for history and also began to realize how the Bosnian War had affected me as a person. Seventh grade was the year I was asked to write an essay about my biggest fear. I took the time and really thought about what would scare me the most and after hours of thinking, I came up with

I was in 6th grade and at the end of the year there wasn't an honor roll assembly and my parents didn't think I got on the honor roll.

Everything was black until my rude awakening. I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock shrieking like no tomorrow. I throw myself out of my bed trying not to fall back asleep. I think to myself, Great, another day of school, and that was my first thought, the first thing I thought about the day, but what I would be thinking later would be much worse. Tomorrow I have my first geometry unit and next week I would be having my first geometry quiz. I walk upstairs, because my room is in the basement, and I open the door to find my dad sitting at the table. “Good morning,” he exclaimed, as I start to put on my ID. My dad usually has a great attitude in the morning, which is kind of ironic to me because usually people are cranky in the morning.

In the summer of 2012, was when I was leaving for Virginia. A lot had happened in the previous months before this moment. Things such as my mom getting a new car, getting a new dog, my mom having a heart attack, and so on. Over everything that was happening, the biggest thing was moving across country from Arizona. Although, the hardest part for me was leaving my dad behind. I was going to be starting a new life, experiencing new things, and my dad wasn 't going to be a part of it. I remember the ending of that night like it was yesterday. My mom, my sister, and I were ready to go, but my dad told us to wait as he went back into the house. He came back out with a blanket that his mother had given before she passed. My dad handed

I was born in Sinaloa, Mexico. Characterized by drug cartels and violence, my hometown was not a viable option for a successful education. My family and I immigrated to the United States when I was three years old. I entered school shortly after my arrival and was placed in low academic classes. However, I learned English quickly and managed to be put in honors classes in a matter of months. Growing up, I did not realize the disadvantages that being an immigrant creates. I entered high school with a dream, to be the first person in my family to attend a university. Because of my legal status, I realized that there are obstacles getting in the way of my college dream; I cannot participate in certain academic programs, nor do I have access to college advising. I am excluded from most scholarships that are offered making paying for college challenging. These obstacles have really tied me down making the path to college seem almost unattainable.

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. It took me about 2 years to find myself and know where I belonged. My behavior has improved, I know how and when to approach people. I’m also more involved with my education and I make goals for myself. I’m done having

A day I will never forget was the day that I graduated high school. All the emotions were overwhelming and hard to handle sometimes. It was hard to accept that one of the biggest chapters in my life was about to be over and I was about to start an even bigger one. Just the thought of not knowing what I was supposed to do with the rest of my life made the last little bit of my senior year, very stressful. I then found out that not knowing and being undecided was perfectly okay and I was ready to begin my freshman year at Saint Petersburg College.

Believe it or not, sometimes a gracious action can bring a huge influence on a person. When I read the introduction that instructor Heller wrote, there is a sentence she wrote: “Sometimes the most influential moments in our lives are smaller moments, events that we may not recognize as influential until years after the experience.” For some reason, I related to it strongly. My story is about my high school experience. Also, I will share some significant moments in my life, and how these smaller moments changed my personality.

High school grows you into the person you are. I have great memories, good and bad, some learning experiences and some that I’ll take with me the rest of my life. My high school experience has influenced my development as a person inside and outside of the class by making me more independent, choosing friends wisely and teachers motivating me to attend college and accomplish goals I have set for myself.