Entering my Junior year of high school I was forewarned about the most important and hardest year of my high school career, the year was looking more negative than positive from the advice given. Despite those comments I decided to enter with a positive mindset starting with my soccer season. I had been playing since I was 6, captain of my middle school team, injured my freshmen year, and was having one of the best seasons my Junior year for both my school team and out of school league. In the mist of one of my games I was unknowingly struck with a concussion but continued to play the game.
I believed that high school would be a great difference from middle school. I remember that most of my classmates were scared of the adventure we had before us. I, on the other hand, was excited. Ever since the sixth grade, I have longed to walk those halls. I was tired of the strict rules and limited amount of freedom. High school was an experience I was ready for.
Entering high school my freshman year, many things were new to me, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to get involved in as a student. The only thing I was sure of was that I was going to play high school soccer. I’d been playing soccer since I was about 8 years old, and finally having the ability to play for the high school I grew up watching was exhilarating. My main goal going into the soccer program was that I wanted to make the varsity soccer team by my senior year in high school- my brother had been a former varsity player, and I greatly wanted to fill his shoes and leave my mark at the school. Throughout my four years in the program, that was my main focus, but I was happy to discover that I was also making friends along the way. Although
My childhood and my innocence came crashing down when my dad told me the worst sentence that I’ve ever heard in my life, “Your mom has cancer”. There is nothing, no amount of mental or physical pain you can inflict me with, that could compare to what I felt in that moment. My dad gave us the news after my mom was taken to the hospital in the middle night because she could not breathe. So while we were hoping for her to breathe safely, we get hit with an even worse situation.
During my freshman year of high school I struggled in many areas of my life including personal, social, and academic. I was in an emotionally abusive relationship, struggling with my self-esteem, and fighting to keep my grades above c 's. Since then I have grown, learned from my experiences and it can all be seen through my transcripts and the friend group I now surround myself with.
We all remember how terrified, clueless and lost we felt during our freshman year of high school. By the time sophomore year rolls around, you have a decent amount of friends, you know where your homeroom is, and you 're pretty much used to everything the school has to offer. During my freshman year, I felt the most typical emotions a freshman would feel from starting a new school. Similarly, in the beginning of my sophomore year, I experienced some of the same emotions as a result of transferring to a new school. The ninth grade was not a great year for me academically, socially and emotionally. On the contrary, despite feeling lost again in the tenth grade, I had one my the best years in high school.
High school has impacted my life in so many ways. High School taught me so many things, from personal relationships to creating a relationship with my education. As a freshman, I made a huge amount of mistakes and I regret doing foolish things, but I’ve realized, I was only maturing into the young adult I am today. Freshman year, I was out of focus and I was only trying to find myself. I would also prioritize other things and ignore my parent’s advice, where they would tell me to focus in school and give it my full attention. It took me about 2 years to find myself and know where I belonged. My behavior has improved, I know how and when to approach people. I’m also more involved with my education and I make goals for myself. I’m done having
I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out. It was the day of gym. There was basketballs and volleyballs. As far as in the corner it could be, there was tetherball. I thought it would be fun to go and join them. Try and make friends, but it was not like that for them. The ball came around to the girls’ side and Boom. My face was bloody as it ever could be. My glasses were thrown off my face, my eyes were starting to bruise and finally, I could barely see out of my eyes. It went on for weeks after weeks.
A day I will never forget was the day that I graduated high school. All the emotions were overwhelming and hard to handle sometimes. It was hard to accept that one of the biggest chapters in my life was about to be over and I was about to start an even bigger one. 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.
There isn’t much I remember from elementary school, I never thought anything I did before jr high really mattered. However there is one thing I won’t be able to forget about. Not because it was particularly significant to me, but because it was significant to my father who always brings it up. I’m sure if he hadn’t reminded me of it so frequently I would’ve forgot about it a long time ago.
In first, second and third grade, I never had a friend. I was loud, single minded, obnoxious, and unable to interact with children my age without making them feel extremely off-put. Once I started getting into fights with the kids who were bullying me, I was diagnosed with Asperger’s.
“Started from the bottom now were here”is a lyric from Drake and Drake got to where he is by accepting his first opportunity. Had Drake not chosen that option he wouldn 't have gotten to the top. Drake jumped at his opportunity like a kangaroo and made a living out of it.In the same way, Drake took his opportunities one should embrace all of their opportunities.When an opportunity presents itself, one should embrace it.
A week after my grandfather 's wake I received a letter saying “don 't ever speak to me again,” a devastating blow from my best friend of eight years. A million thoughts raced through my head and I immediately embarked on the five stages of grief, bypassing denial, anger, and bargaining because I am an overachiever. However, depression made up for lost time swaddling me in it 's clutches. I delved into the nightmare where everything is bleak and I 'm still on the couch at four in the afternoon in my pyjamas with a Netflix marathon of Breaking Bad and a can of whipped cream. This is the depression where suicide begins looking like a good option and then it 's time to get help. My family dragged me to a therapist and explained that the week before I had been elated, cleaning the whole house which was unusual, and I had been dressing like a 50
Believe it or not, sometimes a gracious action can bring a huge influence on a person. When I read the introduction that instructor Heller wrote, there is a sentence she wrote: “Sometimes the most influential moments in our lives are smaller moments, events that we may not recognize as influential until years after the experience.” For some reason, I related to it strongly. My story is about my high school experience. Also, I will share some significant moments in my life, and how these smaller moments changed my personality.
One peaceful day my friend Tom was playing with me. a normal day, a quiet day. We were getting bored so we decided to play Star Wars. It quickly became a fun time bounding around picturing droidicons and battle droids with warships overhead. "come on! more droids are coming!" I shouted to Tom. "don't worry, I just sliced like 20!" he replied. We continue to fight the imaginary robots with our lightsabers and fly starships for the rest of recess. Me and Tom would always play games like this. Whether we would fight Sith lords or bring The Joker to justice, we always had a lively time. I believed it would last forever. It was yet another day, a windy day. I soon found myself alone, Tom was playing with some new friends he had. They like Pokemon, and I