I began slacking off inside as well as outside of the classroom. I stopped doing homework to my best ability’s, stopped studying for tests, and worst of all I was lying to my mother. For almost four months I treated my mother poorly. I constantly lied to her face about how my grades were. I had been digging my own grave and I didn’t even know it.
but It was not impossible. I didn 't try enough because I already thought my grade was too far gone and that rolled over into the next semester. After the school year I was very disappointed in myself. I never have failed a class in my life but here I was applying for summer school. So I redirected my disappointment and decided to excel at summer school.
Since sophomore year, I barely missed the state track meet and the Free State record by a couple of inches. After my last track meet in my junior year, I was determined to finally accomplish the 35’11 triple jump that I aspired for years. I became committed to the sport, training every morning and evening to perfect a jump that a Free State student has not accomplished. Little by little, I grew out of the goal, realizing that there are more important objective in life to worry about and to
I grew up in an environment where academics were not a priority on my list. My mom insisted that as long as I tried my best, nothing else mattered. Throughout middle school and the beginning of my high school years, I was convinced that my best was average. I was a C-student who spent most of his time in suspension, and I didn’t pay attention when I did go to class. However, my sophomore year led me to take a different perspective.
Ever since freshman year, I joined the sport of powerlifting but it wasn 't until junior year that it got intense for me. My powerlifting season had been nearing its end, but there was a slight chance to keep on going. Regionals had been coming up and it was a goal of mine throughout the year. The day came to where I was going to be able to lift.
Everyone in high school looks to one thing their whole 4 years of high school that is graduation I never really realized it till it hit me I 'm a senior in high school and I have no idea what I am doing I have a 2.0 GPA and I never really took school seriously I 've learned a lot of very important lessons these past 4 years. The first thing I learned is to enjoy life at the moment because time flies very quickly in the blink of an eye you 're all grown up. The second thing I learned was you should have fun but not too much fun there are things I regret and then there are the things I know I did right. I 've made some really bad decisions
It took me a whole year in college to realize that firefighting was something I did not want to pursue. Desperately looking for a new major, I started to consider teaching, but purely for selfish reasons. However, somewhere during my second year of college, there was a significant spark that led me to want to pursue teaching for a different reason. In high school, sports were everything, maintaining a good GPA was crucial.
Even though you are in a new country still it's better to know them well and get along with them. As for me I was a quiet person who never talked to any person because I was shy. And being shy can make you lose a lot of opportunities like when i was in a class when a teacher asked a question and had the answer I couldn't raise my hand and answer it. And all the presentation I did with my partner I couldn't present it because I was nervous. Later on I adopted the american way of living.
She is now recovered and is serving in the military, but she has scars from her past that will last a lifetime. I am eighteen and a senior in high school, and I was forced to grow up before my time. During thirteen years of my life we spent very poor or in an unstable household with my mother’s boyfriend, I kept good grades, never got in trouble with the law or at school, and never did drugs, I had baby-sitting jobs and when I turned sixteen, I got a job and held that job for two years. In my life I want more. To succeed I must give up who I am now to be who I want to be.
My survival experience is still going on today and has been for the past 8 years. I’ve tried going to councilors and talking to my parents, but nothing worked. I guess all I have left is to just get through middle school and hopefully it gets better in high school. Like most, I am a very healthy, average 13 year old girl.
I’ve never wrote a diary before, I thought it was pointless, why write something that no one is going to read? I go back to school in 2 days which is pretty depressing after having such an exhilarating summer. I’ll be going into my final year, which is pretty daunting. Not only am I going through puberty, training to be in the 2016 Olympics, boys and sometimes even girls. ??? I will be the new person at school
So, I went through volleyball season as a freshman at Owensville High School, and it was a good couple of months while it lasted. Come basketball season, I didn’t want to play at Owensville, I wanted to come to Sullivan, and
A statement I wanna talk about is a recount and incident time when I expericed failure , it came the to beginning of my junior year I started the school year and ended first semester year good but as second semester came its was coming to where it was bad where I didn 't like school. It came bad where I ended up dropping out of school and didn 't return till my senior year. As I was telling my parents I was over school they where being berate cause of the fact that I didn 't wanna go to school anymore and they had smpliy told me that I have to do something instead of staying home.
To never give up on my dreams, even when the odds are against you, keep moving forward. Her motivation is the reason why I didn’t give up after my junior year of high school when everything seemed to fall apart. I became extremely depressed with my life. During my junior year of high school everything came crashing down. As my brothers enjoyed the college life.
In fact I barely even got in with practice squad at practice, I was small and my body just wasn 't fit enough for me to play any position. At the end of my second JV season in tenth grade, the varsity coach came and talked to us and called out the names of who he wanted to move up. I knew my name wasn’t going to be called but I was still