Darrian Sargent A person experience that made me see life differently Darrian Sargent A personal experience that made me see life differently Something that has caused me to see life differently, was during my sophomore year of high school. It all started from a situation that happened in my sophomore of high school. I was giving a presentation front of my classmates and as I got to the front of the classroom my anxiety kicked in, I didn’t know what to expect, I didn’t know that all of this was going to happen.
I pulled down the sleeves of my army green jacket as I walked out of the front door of my high school. I was so glad to be done with this week and be able to go home and relax. I have never had anything that stressed me out more than school. It was only getting close to the end of first semester, and I had already lost all motivation. My teachers sucked.
I first felt that I finally came home and this was the place I belonged to. However, my best friend and I were placed in different classes. Having experienced a depression, I had became withdrawn and afraid to talk to new people.
Clinical Nursing I Orientation. Today since I woke up I was nervous, anxious and you could say that even scared, but as I learn from my last experience with Fundamental class this kind of emotion of being little scary is normal because nobody knows what the day can bring to us. Also I felt pride and joy because I am proud of where I’ve come so far as being an immigrant who came to this country as many others looking for their dream without knowing the language or even the culture. All my classmates and I were looking forward to meet our instructor because since we started the classes we felt somewhat lost by not having clearly defined our situation with classes and teachers.
What a bad first impression! My clinical instructor is going to hate me! Has I’m thinking and time is not waiting, I finally arrived at Cumberland Hall and I remember think “Justice, just don’t cry!” Walking to meet my clinical instructor, the emotions that I have been weighing on my shoulders from the beginning of the week and now being late I could no longer control and tears immediately fell.
Discrimination may have played a part as the other student and I are both not white and the highest achievers in that class. Previously, she had taken several discrete steps to undermine my grades before this whole debacle. My parents believe that this happened because the teacher’s stepdaughter was at the same conference and did not place despite this being her third year competing, yet I placed my second year. This is not the first time I have had complications with this particular teacher either. The last time an issue arose, my parents had a meeting with just her and that meeting ended with her insulting my English comprehension as it is common knowledge at school that the language I speak at home is Malayalam, not English.
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.
Returning to school is one of the most life changing things I have ever done for myself. After high school, I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life. Therefore, for a year and a half I stumbled through life trying to figure out what to do. How was I supposed to get a job if I did not have any experience? Luckily, I managed to land a job as a camp counselor, but something was still missing.
At the end of freshman year, I started to realize that I needed to clean up my act if I wanted to be successful. I would relate my freshman year like traveling thought that mountain’s ups and downs on my trip. It started off fun and exciting, but the ups and downs came up real
When coming to Arcadia High School I didn’t know what to feel like, would I say frightened, worried, or energized? For this reason I decided that I felt confused. I was a bit stressed at the thought of getting bad grades. I entered school and saw what looked like a beehive of people going where they needed to go. So like many freshmen on their first day I got lost looking for my first class, it was such a big school and many of the halls weren’t even in alphabetical order.
For twenty two minus eighteen years I have been retrying my first shot a college. Much to my distress and misery, I will never catch what the kids in my neighborhood coined the juice. The juice in this since is motivation, determination, drive, and bloodlust. I have come to the inhumane loss of hope, the end of a candidacy. I am on my last chance to prove to myself I am not a failure.
Smith, now if you would please learn to pay attention and realize that we 're in history class and not math that would be fantastic. " I shrink down in my seat, face burning. How in the world was I so out of it that I had no idea what class I was in? Mr. Suttles, smug from embarrassing me, turns around and returns to the front of the room. Almost forgetting about whatever was in the grass outside, I begin to actually pay attention to the lesson.
While I sat there reading it, I not only laughed about how apprehensive I acted the day before, but I realized how bad I wanted this. I started thinking to myself that I was competent. I had the requirements to become part of National Honor Society. Why was I so nervous in the first place? One thing I learned during my high