I entered Bishop Connolly High School in fear. I thought I would be drowned by homework, and I thought that I would find difficulty in finding friends. Those notions were not true. But aside from my fears for high school, I had an aspiration to become to closer to God. My family is religious, and I intend to carry the tradition to going to Church every Sunday and every Holy Day of Obligation, but there is more beyond going to Church. As children of God, we are given a purpose to serve for and protect His creation. God created this beautiful world, and it is our job to maintain it and those who inhabit it. We are sent to spread the word of God, and to protect the Church and the Catholic faith. I hoped that I could carry out my mission by going
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Today was the second day of the trial. A doctor testified that Peter had been sane during the school shooting, but the doctor never encountered Peter. In my point of view, people think they know the person that Peter is, by judging only from the day of the shooting. Another doctor that testified was, Dr. King Wah. This man had several interviews with Peter and concluded that Peter had Post Traumatic Stress Disorder, which happened because of others continually tormenting Peter.
With one foot in Seoul and the other in Kalamazoo, I have been juggling two homes for going on seven years. For the first dozen years of my life, home was where I was born and raised—the comfortable Irwon neighborhood in a cozy apartment with my mom and dad. When I first arrived in Michigan, it took nearly a year before I accepted that an entirely new story had begun. Slowly but surely, my aunt and uncle had become substitute parents and my two little cousins were now adopted siblings.
The past three years I have spent at Terry High School have changed me for the better. I am a completely different person today than I was three years ago as a freshman. I have learned so much not only from my teachers here at Terry, but also from the situations I have been through in these past three years. I have changed my priorities, my group of friends, and in my personality from freshman to senior year.
It all started when my mom told me this: “David, you are going to spend your eighth grade year at Guilford Middle.” Guilford Middle School, my school prior to Holicong, was considered infamous by the community. Their horrible reputation mostly came from the gross condition of the school. The school was about a hundred years old and the walls were abundant with mold.
During the past few years, I have had many volunteer and leadership opportunities both in and outside of school. Truth be told, I’ve never been the most outgoing person, but many of these opportunities have helped me to step outside my comfort zone, and take leadership various situations. Through my volunteering experiences, I’ve learned many lessons. I believe that going to Archbishop MacDonald high school will continue to push me outside my comfort zone and become a great leader in my community.
Today was just like any other day at Seaport High School in Seaport, Alabama. The first four periods went by so slow and when fifth period rolled around I was ready to act up with Theo and Allie in AP Stat. We are always getting in trouble in that class. We are pretty sure that our teacher Mrs. Redman hates us, but oh well isn’t senior year of high school meant for getting in trouble and having fun in class. We are all passing with A pluses so I am pretty sure we have room for cutting up in class.
Many different leadership positions are available at Gladbrook-Reinbeck High School, giving students a wonderful opportunity to get involved in something they enjoy. There are even various places to take internships, including outside and inside of the school district. I’ve taken part in a few of these wonderful opportunities, including becoming a leader in choir, managing boy’s track, and being a teacher’s assistant through an internship at my high school. At the end of my freshman year in high school, I was elected to take a leadership class, making me able to lead a part in our choir the following year.
All throughout school I strived to be a great student, always trying my best and never giving up. I didn’t really have any life changing moments that shaped me into who I am today that is, until freshman year. That year everything changed for me I was faced with challenges I never had to face before. My brother and I are three in a half years apart and he went to Horizon High School for his freshman and sophomore year. He was a troublemaker to say the least didn’t have the best reputation so all the teachers there thought that I was just like him.
Before going to Immaculata, I went to Hillsborough High School. Despite the acclaim the school gets, such as recently being ranked the fourteenth best school in the state of New Jersey, I was extremely miserable for the entirety of the time I went to the school. I had nobody I could talk with within the school, as every student avoided me, and the guidance counselors were more concerned with burying complaints to continue advertising a positive environment. Not even my teachers cared about me, as I would often be ignored when asking questions and I was even skipped over when groups were assigned multiple times. By the end of Sophomore year, I was extremely depressed, and would have no energy to do anything after doing my homework.
Extra-Curricular Activities: I am involved in FFA year-round where I am the reporter in my Chapter. I was involved in football cheerleading in the fall and I am also involved in the Chelan high school track team as a discus and shotput thrower. Hobbies: The hobbies that I most enjoy are swimming in the lake, looking at the constellations in the night sky, and to sing songs from musicals like The Wizard of OZ or any Disney movie that I've watched. Jobs: A job that I have had, and love is babysitting.
During my junior high school I have a test in sports, which I am poor at that needs to be at a certain grade for me to graduate, for that reason with determination I train in these sports. I memorize every move and rhythm, I asked for my friends help and train with them, I keep doing workouts for the next week, I jogged in my neighborhoods to increase my stamina, and stayed up late at night so I am able to be decent at sports. Eventually the day came and I put in my hard work, and with the support and cheer of my friends I am able to gain a decent grade for me to
Since Kindergarten, I attended Sacred Heart School, a small, strict and protective Catholic school located in a small New Hampshire town. At Sacred Heart, I had few friends and was shy, in contrast to my current social personality. By eighth grade, my ninth year in the same school, with the same twenty students, all in one classroom, I was bored and frustrated. My early grade school enthusiasm turned to junior high dread with academics and the same routine.
Throughout my four years of high school, my life has changed drastically. Not only have I matured and grown as an individual, but I have met new people, and experienced new events. By far the most life changing event in high school has been my girlfriend, Kaitlyn. Through my first three years of high school, I struggled with motivation. I attended classes regularly, but lacked in effort and ended up barely passing or failing most of my classes.
During the four years that you are in high school, almost everyone will come in contact with extremely joyful and great experiences as well as a few confusing and lousy ones. I, of course, encountered both. One experience in particular that has had a lasting effect on me is my participation as both a competitive cheerleader and sideline football cheerleader during the first three years of high school. To give some backstory, I was a competitive gymnast for seven years. Once I got to high school, I discovered we did not have a gymnastics team, but my high school did have a competitive cheer team where I could tumble and compete (two things which I love) at the same time.
The air had a certain smell to it. The fresh morning dew, the smell of the new blossoming flowers carried through the wind, the smell of fresh pies being set out to cool on the window ledge. It’s been almost 15 years since one of the most tragic things happened, and the smell is still the exact same. I smell it on the early mornings in the April, just as the winter is ending and a new spring is beginning. The morning was young and so was I. Only being 16 around that time I was on my way to a place I would have describe as the fiery depths of hell, or as others may have called it High School.