On May 20th,2020, I graduated from high school. It was like a novel. I was oozing with zeal and happiness. My friends, siblings, parents, and grandparents where there to witness my special day. Normally, I would be happy i'm leaving,but I wasn't. I was sad because I knew i was going off to college, and i wouldn't see them for a period of time. I was excited to college and prove to my parents that I would make something of myself,but I wondered how much effort it would take. Even if I have fun in college, I pondered what I would do after college. As a young adult, I was undecided about how I was going to approach life in and after college. I had lots of thinking to do. My peers were all enjoying their special day while i am planning ahead.
I was very excited to finally see I was one step closer to going into adult hood. Unfortunately, my Aunt passed away during my junior year which put my family in a financial bind trying to pay for her funeral because she didn’t have any life insurance. We didn’t except an unfortunate event to happen but I knew I had to sty strong and stay true to my dream. While she
When I peer my eyes open it takes a second for me to realize that today is the day. Today's the day I finally graduate college, the last day I'm at Stony Brook University. As I sit on my queen size bed, in a house I rented with my friend off campus, I ponder on what has happened, on what I learned and what I achieved this last four years. As I scanned the place I called home for 3 years I can't help but feel bittersweet that I am finally leaving it.
How I Graduated High School Have you ever procrastinated for so long that it finally caught up to you? Well that was the story of my life in my senior year of high school. To me, high school wasn’t about learning and doing school work, it was more about hanging out with friends and living a life of leisure and free time. Needless to say, by the end of my sophomore year, everything changed and I learned things the hard way. Getting your responsibilities out of the way, and taken care of is always better done soon rather than later.
In 2008 I was living a fairy tale. I relocated from Indiana to Georgia. Within a year I had 5 credit cards and new home and car. I got engaged to my middle school sweetheart. We purchased our first house which my father prepared my for ever since I was 18 years old.
It’s almost time, everyone has been talking about this day ever since eight grade. The pressure was on once returning back from winter break only five months before the big day. So many emotions crossed my mind that afternoon when my English teacher passed out the schedule. From due dates, picture day, assembly’s, prom and finally walking across the stage with my class of 2015. I felt so speechless I could not believe that with a blink of my eyes how quickly four years of high school passed by I said to myself “It is
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. Talking about graduating high school always seemed unrealistic because it was such a huge goal. After graduation, I had never felt so proud of myself.
It happened September 22, 2011. It was during seventh period athletics. No one can ever plan for something like this and others never think of it. My life was changed that day, I didn’t know it then, but now that I do I wouldn’t change it for the world. My day started like any other: wake up, go to school, then go home.
Good Evening Ladies and gentlemen, distinguished faculty and administrators, friends and family, and, of course, the International Community H.S class of 2015. I am very glad to have this chance to talk to all of you at once. The sad truth is that this is probably my last chance to do that. We all accomplished one of the major early milestones of our lives: high school graduation.
In this picture, I see that this hopeless mother looks tired. The mom has a look of depression about her. The woman looks willing to do anything to find a way out for herself and her children. The mom appears to be mentally and physically defeated, but has to keep fighting for her children. The mom can do nothing but pray for help that may never come.
You are 10 years old. It is 10:00 at night. You hear noises in your kitchen, then someone walks into your room. They put a bag over your head and take you to a house. They take the bag off and you see other children.
Often times in life it is failing that allows for true growth in a person. It is the nature of life for everybody to experience some type of failure, to be challenged, faced with a decision. A decision that after being knocked down it is possible to get back up. Because success is, and continues to be defined as getting up one more time than being knocked down. To make a declaration that instead of submitting to whatever obstacle, overcome it refusing to be held back.
Although the feelings didn’t last as long as I’d like they were still important to me, how my classmates could always set the mood, how I’d always be proud of my friend and her accomplishments, and how I was able to feel an emotion I want to feel always. When I graduate from college, I hope I can feel the same way or even better when getting my college
When I was nine my mother passed away from a long battle with Hodgkin's Lymphoma. Diagnosed at stage 3, when I was two and given roughly a year to live, my mother did what only a mother would do, spend time with her child. We traveled to white sandy beaches and tall blue glaciers attempting to compress a lifetime of memories into a vacation package. Thankfully, after a barrage of treatments and hospital visits the cancer went into remission. I always remember the days where my mom would look at me and say “Do what makes you happy in life, because thats all that matters”.
I have a shelf in the corner of my room that houses more memorabilia. There is six trophies for piano concerts that I performed at in high school. Piano was a huge part of my childhood. I started playing when I was six years old, mainly because my sister took lessons and I was jealous and wanted to be just like my big sister, until I was 17 years old.
You only ever do things in life because you’re told to. You only think concepts are important because people tell you they are. In fact, I only took Discover because I was told to. I certainly was not expecting to learn about innovation in Chicago and it’s strong correlation to advertising, and before this class I would have rolled my eyes at how boring that sounded. Because honestly who really cares?