From Mr. Lanham’s suggestion, Daisy started to check Donny’s homework assignments every night. Donny’s grades then rose to average grades but, the school called again in December to explain how Donny had been cutting classes, breaking into a student’s locker, and drinking. After hearing this, Daisy and Matt arranged for Donny to visit a tutor. The tutor was able to help with Donny’s behavior, however, not his grades. His grades then plummeted back down to almost failing grades.
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.
In 2007, my mom, sister, and I all moved to Houston from Pennsylvania. In elementary school and most of middle school, my dad seldom called me outside of school, and it was hard for me to talk to him even when he visited me. In 7th grade, my mom would frequently get mad at me, and I would have nobody else to have a conversation with about my troubles, because my Dad was often busy with work. Although these problems seem troubling, long, and difficult, I still got through them. I ended my 7th grade year at Trafton with a very low self-esteem with hatred for everything, but was ready to take on the challenge of a new school,
James hadn’t even made it through the rest of school yet and he had to pass the schoolyard, two more times or as James called it, death row. James has always been bullied. As a kid growing up from 3rd grade to 8th grade. James has had it all ganged up on, pushed into lockers, beat up, criticized, and tested.
I had just arrived at my house from an arduous and tiresome day of school. The amount of homework I received accumulated rapidly and piled up throughout the endless day. However, the numerous hours of tedious homework were not what I was concerned about that day. Instead, I dreaded what I had to do besides my homework: Volunteering for my Confirmation class.
One of my experiences with failure took place when I was in fourth grade. There were many problems accumulated and I was a child who needed people to see if I did my homework or study for the test, because I couldn’t concentrate and was distracted by anything in the room. My brother also had problems that year, he needed more attention because he didn’t get along with his math teacher and my Mom was always after him with the homework; otherwise he would have failed Math at the end of the year. In fourth grade, the teacher that was assigned to us was one of the strict teachers that were in that school
My first day in school was horrible. I didn’t know anyone and I knew very little english, words like “may I use the bathroom, Hi, yes, no,and thank you”. The only person that talked to me the first day was the teacher I did not end up not making friends. I cried for 2 months when we first moved here I hated everything I missed my old house, my friends and my school. I was mad at my mom for making us move here and my dad for moving here in the first place.
High school was difficult for me to put it simply. Throughout almost all of it I was depressed. Caused by one thing or another and always varying in intensity, it was the only persistent aspect of my high school career. There are far too many events, feelings, and thoughts that provoked my spiral that I’m rendered unable to recall them all. Starting with my questioning of the morality of man after reading “All Quiet on the Western Front”, only to be escalated by the stresses of the IB program, then heightened by the worries that came with applying and affording college and my future in general.
I said to myself, “I was wrong about the USA people.” After all, I got home and rest for two days. I was very afraid to go out not because I don’t like to go out. I do like to go out but I was afraid that people will … at me because I did not know how to speak English.
I remember waking up for school that day extremely sick with a cold, I know it sounds weak, but it was really bad. As much as I wanted to stay home and spend the day resting, I had to go to school, which was terrible. As soon as I finished class I went straight home and tried to sleep the cold off. After a nice long refreshing nap I packed up my gear and went to the rink where the bus was picking us up.
One foggy night on the night of June 12, 2011 18 year old Karan Brar had no idea what was going to happen to him, and that this day was going to change the rest of his life. A week prior to this day Karan had to write his last final exam. Karan had always been a average kid, on his grade 11 report card he got three 60’s and one 70. But on the day of June 12, 2011 his final exam scores were mailed. He knew this was going to change his life forever but what he didn’t know weather it was going to be for the better or the worse.
During the start and the end of the fall semester year of 2015/20116 at Montgomery College, my life changed dramatically for me. Going back to school after graduating four years ago at Baltimore Freedom Academy high schoolHigh School has been challenging for me, but of course it’s challenging for anybody with the same circumstances of not being academically active for all those years, and almost forgetting all the retained information that was given from previous teachers. I felt like my brain was rotting, yet the really bad part about it is that, I wasn’t doing what I loved, which was playing organized college basketball. Throughout my journey of the fall semester, challenges came my way from left to right, but the hardest of all that I’ve faced are adjusting to the student athlete life style again at a college level, trying to learn and complete all that’s given to me from my professor, and working a part time job to help support myself. Upon my preparation for the fall semester, I was able to work out during the summer at the Montgomery College gym, the gym was packed with other students that where were in the same
When a 17 year old boy named Ethan with OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder) finds himself with the lives of young children in his hands, It is up to him to save them. Will he go in or will he leave “The Door” forever. Not only leaving “The Door” but the children… leaving them to die. The Door written by: Alisyn Zigelstein As I approached the closet door I could hear the eerie chiseling noise coming from within, like nails on a chalkboard.
Catherine Genovese was about to walk into her apartment late at night when all of a sudden, a man attacked her with a knife. As she was stabbed and raped by the man, lights flashed on from the windows of surrounding apartment buildings. Although she screamed for help several times, nobody came out to aid her. After the murder concluded and a case erupted, it was reported that there were thirty-eight witnesses watching from their windows. John Darley and Bibb Latané were two young psychologists who read about this incident, and they were inspired to study the subject of witness behavior.