There it was, standing in the distance, a tall gloomy gray-colored building. With a few splashes of blue paint added to the dull cement to add color to what would otherwise be a lifeless building. This building was non-other than the one and only Stoller Middle School. I never referred to it as a middle school but more as a prison, it was full of rules that were put in place just to suck away any possible fun from a child’s mind. Maybe I didn’t like the place because I was suspended five times from it.
As a child, high school seemed like a place that was miles away. Everything about it- with the exception of the graffitied bathroom stalls-lit up my eyes with the dream that I would one day be walking down its halls as a student. Although high school felt so far away, Montville High School itself was no stranger to me. When I was younger, my mom tortured me by sending me to the Chinese program held there every Sunday. I also used the school’s athletic facilities from joining the recreation track program, which I stopped going to after two weeks from discovering my antipathy for physical activity.
As I traveled through each grade of the Croton-Harmon High School, my personal and academic goals helped to me to really flourish. These goals may have varied from year to year because a freshman is a little different from a senior, but they basically had all the same concept: I wanted to strive in school to be the best all-around student I could be, constantly stay focused and immerse myself in the Croton community. By setting my expectations and goals very high, I could flourish academically and really work to my full potential. By following these goals in school I pushed myself very hard and tried to take classes that would challenge me as well as help me to flourish as a student.
This school had diversity, respect, and a place for all students from kindergarten to eighth grade. After graduation all local feeder schools merged into the high school, Berks Catholic. This was a place to start over or grow into the person you desire to become and to make friends. I was so overwhelmed and could not have been more happy in life once I arrived, but it took less then a school year for me to realize I was unhappy. I was denied from starting my own club to help less fortunate kids in my area, my
When it comes to sports my family has many ties to Middletown High School South. In the Going as far back as the 1980’s when my Dad attended the same high school. He was a standout wrestler for the team and was given multiple scholarships to wrestle in college. My family name is everywhere within the trophy rooms and walls of Middletown South. I am the youngest of three children with two older sisters coming through high school before me.
The Carolina Day Key Middle School went on an overnight in September 2015 at a place called Camp Timberlake for Boys. All of us got to know each other well. On our last day a few of our canoes flipped over while on the French Broad River. One of them was Lacy, Aubrey and Mr. Flamini’s canoe. Lacy and Aubrey’s canoe flipped over when Mr. Flamini tried to clamber in.
Spending time with the same 20 kids for 5 years and some for 9 years, you become a small family-- the North Cape family that you see more than your real family during certain times. Getting to see everybody every day can get tiring, in which you want out, but realizing that I 'm going to actually graduate in 15 days, it makes me think of all the good times and how I’m going to miss not going to the same school as my brother and having to make new bonds with new people nonstop and getting new teachers every year that could care more than others or not care as much, and to me 90% of a teacher 's job is caring for
When I evaluate my school, many things come to mind. I think about my friends. I think about the highs and lows. I also think about how i’ve grown. My 7th grade year at CMS was full of concepts learned, memorable experiences, and personal growth.
“Just get into a school”, my godfather would remind me, and a school I got into indeed. I was grateful that I got admitted to a college, but I was still indifferent about where I went since it was not my choice. Therefore, I did not care for much but my schoolwork and readings, hence I signed up for seven courses. As I walked towards my first chemistry lecture, patting myself on the back for being an “overachiever”, I thought that that this was the first day of my towards my job. Little I knew that my unscathed bubble of perfection would turn that overachievement into a soul grave.
As middle school began, hard working and social life had shaped a hefty problem for me. Middle school brought forth harder work, and attending a different school expunged almost all of my previous friends. I began to work much harder as a student, because I felt that it was important to receive superb grades. However, this affected my life with friends in later years.
Deciding to go back to school for my master’s degree was not an particularly easy choice. I had just started a new job and found myself surrounded by smart, highly educated peers. It took me ten years to complete my undergraduate coursework, and while I was the first person in my family to obtain a bachelor’s degree, surrounded by coworkers that had master’s degrees caused me to feel very inadequate. I told myself that I was promoted to this position based on my merit and I did not need a master’s degree to validate myself. Yet, I was also faced with the fact that I would need to be competitive with my peers should further advancement become available.
Switching Schools In 2012 my parents thought it was best for me to leave Saad International School due to the bad behavior and action of the students. Because you’ll see 8th graders after school in the parking lot smoking with the 11 and 12th graders, thinking they’re cool and all that foolish actions. High school students were trying to talk to girls at the end of school. Education wise it wasn’t that great in my opinion, because when I came to RAIS, I found some yawning gaps in mathematics and a bit of English.
Surviving in High School “The journey doesn’t start at the beginning, begins at the end.” School is one of the most memorable moments you will experience in your life, are those moments when you find a second family in your life called “classmates”, they start being strangers to classmates, classmates to friends and friends to brothers and sisters, you spent every single day of your life for more or less 2 years of your life that you start to know them more than anybody. I study in Colegio De La Salle in Panama City, Panama. My years in De La Salle are priceless, because it’s the place where I grew up as a student and the most importan as an Human being. During my time in De La Salle I found “Ma Squad” that’s how we call our group back in Panama, where we experience and pass so many things together.
Many of us have had major experience that have shaped our life, but I have had two major experiences that have shaped me as a student. One was when I was in Elementary where I truly realized that I had to make a major change. I was young, had bad behavior, and was lacking the comprehension of actually caring for my education. I lacked to understand the basis of self-regulation and comprehension of time management. What was truly nerve racking was that I dint have no one’s help.