We went into the playoffs ranked 4th in AA so we hosted 13th seeded Weir. Everyone expected us to win and host 5th seed Fairmont Senior. At first, it seemed like that would happen without a doubt as we headed into halftime, but we blew the lead and lost 29-27. I sat and cried in that locker room crying for 45 minutes telling myself that it would not happen again next year. Well, here we are.
They just can’t see it because the media and society show them what they “should look like.” But everyone goes through this. I, myself have gone through serious body-image struggles in the past few years. My sophomore year my family moved to Salina and I started going to school at South. By the end of the year I had beaten myself up because I wasn’t considered “pretty enough” for society and the media. So, I decided to change what they didn’t like.
With this in mind, I joined the high school 's track team my freshman year for the indoor track season. Nothing could have prepared me for how rigorous the practices were. I suddenly felt extremely inferior and disappointed that I could not even make it through the warm ups let alone the actual practice. Team overall was very friendly but the upperclassmen
My Collapse and Restitution When people see me walking through the halls of school, or walking down the street they may see me as an underachiever, or even a slacker; if they had seen me last year or the year before perhaps they would have been right. My Freshman and Sophomore year I struggled to pass many of my classes. I had begun to give up on anything school related for the purpose of "enjoying my youth while I still could". Back in November of my Freshman year my Uncle Gary passed away suddenly of a heart attack which made me begin to realize the importance of living a full life and doing what is important to you. To tell the truth, I despise the idea of becoming someone who works in an office for the entirety of their life in a dead
All year around I practiced and I could see myself get better but I didn't know if I was good enough to compete in high school basketball. Finally, freshmen year tryouts came, and this year I was confident in my ability but I was also nervous because we had to tryout in front of coaches and upperclassmen I didn't know. Tryouts lasted three days at the end the coaches announced who made the team. The new coach called my name and I slowly walked up to him hoping I was going to make the team. He first said “congratulations you made the team”, a smile slowly started to come on my face and I could barely hear what he said after because I was so happy.
In high school, I was engaged in a variety of elective classes and extracurricular activities. I never considered myself a superb student, but I had a thirst for any information that I could get my eyes on. My plans to become a U.S. Marine were nearly confirmed throughout my Junior and Senior years of high school, but I continued to find myself enrolled in the most challenging courses offered at my small, private school. Apart from classes, I was passionate about percussion and, in particular, our school’s budding drum line program, which had its inaugural session during my eighth grade year.
I have a right to my own opinions, and they deserve to be heard. I am not going to argue with you by giving you this, I just feel like I am entitled to my opinion, and there are many kids in our class who feel the same way, but are too afraid to speak it. This is on behalf of those kids, and myself. Again, I don’t want to disrespect
Raised all my life in Puerto Rico and then transferring to America was a great challenge. I had to overcome various difficulties in order to adapt to new ideas, cultures, and lifestyles. One of the obstacles I encountered was adapting to school. Since I was five my parents wanted me to imbibe the English language in order to have an exceptional future filled with opportunities, but when I arrived all my hard work in learning English did not seem to matter at my middle school. I arrived in this country thinking I was going to be in the most challenging classes and be at the top but reality smacked me in the face the first day I entered eighth grade.
The past three years of my high school experience can only be described as a roller coaster. I remember my first day of high school, sitting in the auditorium and hearing the counselors say "high school is what you make of it, so make it count". I was encouraged to join sports, clubs and extracurricular activities, which I did. I played Volleyball in the fall, ran track in the spring, joined clubs, and marched in the marching band. Even though I was very successful in playing sports, marching band was the most impactful to me.
Let’s go back to five years ago. Things happened during my high school period, really changed me a lot. When I was fifteen years old, my family move from China to America, and that was my first time came to America. To be honest, the first few months of my high school life is a torture for me. Why I describe that period time as a torture?
As a matter of fact, people who are also conformist also get judged no matter who you are, there is still going to be someone or something that is going to get picked on. By all means, if you’re conformist or nonconformist you’re still going to get judge. However you shouldn’t let anyone tell you want to do always remember to “Be who you want to be, not what others want to see” in other words, is to be yourself be unique, stay positive and believe in yourself Achieve what you haved conquer. In this passage “Comfortable with nonconformity” by Forrest Wang ,the author is suggesting that amid the crowd are the people who long to be different, to be entirely true to themselves and their ideals. What Wang is trying to explain to us is that students
In May two-thousand fifteen i completed my seventh grade year at my new school Watkins Memorial Middle school, it was my first time ever moving schools . Before i came to Watkins Memorial Middle school i went to Hamilton Township . I went there my whole life until i moved , i went to Hamilton Elementary for four years from kindergarten through third grade , then i went to Hamilton Intermediate School for three years from fourth grade through sixth grade . After sixth grade over summer break my mom enrolled me into the Southwest Licking School District at Watkins Memorial Middle School . I was nervous to move schools for the first time because i was worried about not being able to make any friends and also not liking the school .
A few weeks ago I went a school field trip to a teamwork camp and our goal was to work better together and meet new people and make new friends. When we arrived we expected it to be boring or just weird but we were unprepared for what was there. This week we watched a movie called Remember the Titans, and the movie is about two high schools that had to combine and they were different color schools and this was back in the 1970’s so segration was very big and everyone was so racist so if you think about that you would realize how hard it was for to combine. But they do and there head coach for the football team was moved to a lower position and a black man named Herman Boone took his place and that created a lot of tension. Throughout this couple
What if things didn’t get better? I didn’t know what I’d do then, and I was terrified. The first day of school, I made a group of friends that I stuck with all four years. For three years, I was a varsity member of the debate team. Just this year, I graduated as the valedictorian.