The crowds of people screaming and pushing each other in the hallways seemed less irritating than they did yesterday. Today, the last day of my senior year, they were quieter, muffled, like they were behind a soundproof wall. Until two months ago, I didn’t have any idea where I wanted to go to college or what I wanted to do with my life. To be honest, I still didn’t know, but I had applied for Penn State and was
While I was looking for a topic for my hot topic, this one caught my eye. At first, I didn’t know what a closed campus meant, but after doing some research I found out exactly what it means. A closed campus means that the students must stay on campus until the end of the school day, an open campus means that the students are free to leave campus during the school day. I honestly had no idea that a high school could have be open or closed. My high school was open the whole time I was there, and it still is now.
For example, I had a chance take all honor classes when I first moved to a new school but my cautious nature took over and I lost that chance to achieve more that year. Mine and Sara’s personality are different by how we approach situations and make decisions. Nevertheless, the connection that Sara and I have is more of a companionship. Mine and Sara’s hardships in discrimination and taking care of our family bonds us but it is our unique personalities that set us apart. Nonetheless, this unity is shared with everyone so no one is ever
Our first year without our old director went well because he kept us under his wing and gave our new director advice. During my senior year, though, our old director had become busy and let go almost completely. This gave our new director the freedom to teach as he pleased. Older members of the band had very little faith in our director, and they were pushing their negative opinions off onto the rest of our band. The level of trust and respect for our director were very low.
Jenny was then asked, How do you think your life would be different if you had never graduated college? She replied, “ I would probably be working in the old job that I hated and would be sick from the amount of stress it caused her”. The last question she answered was what advice would you give to high school graduates entering college? Jenny said and I quote, “ Do not stop! Finish college no matter what.
I enrolled in college not knowing what exactly to expect and with many doubts but by taking that gigantic leap out of my comfort zone, my life has changed drastically. In high school, I was never the type of student to strive for A’s or to be on the honor roll. My siblings were the ones who did great in school with minimum effort but I struggled and often became discouraged.I remember vividly telling my mother I was going to drop out in the ninth grade. I thought I would be stuck at a warehouse job but now I have goals and dreams, all because I took one
I will never be able to understand what these Americans are discussing because I was not brought up in this country. I know you will feel the same way as I do in the future because your upbringing is different than others.” My first exposure to the barrier between society and I; I don’t feel ashamed about what she told me because my high school experience proved to me that I can assimilate into American society, while also preserving my own culture. Even if my family didn’t teach me what pop culture was in America or discussed the newest play, I still got these experiences through my english and ethics classes, and internships that I have taken apart
My statuses and the roles attributed to those statuses contributed to the decision to attend college. For my Mother, there was no option, my brother and I were attending and finishing college, but she did not care where we attended. With and indifferent standpoint, my father did not stress the importance to attend college, but would support us no matter what we decided. A major aspect of my role was obedience. Traditional values and a family centered on a mother figure were values that my brother and I learned from my parents.
Nationwide, the summer is the time when temporary students come into the laboratory. During my sophomore summer, my Ph.D. mentor put me in charge of 3 summer students. Although excited, I quickly came to find that the students ignored any guidance from me, and soon enough experiments were going awry consistently. The truth was that even though I was in charge of training the students, I needed us to be able to work together to successfully get some of the larger experiments done. I ultimately realized that I needed to be able to make the students see that none of us individually could get all the work done.
They were not very influential but they were my best friends and I enjoyed hanging around with them. We used to go everywhere together, hang out every night. School came and my grades were low and it was not because I was dumb it was because I did not care. I did not care about school I thought that after I graduated I was going to move out the house and live by myself. I thought that everything would be over and that I would still be best friends with my friends when high school ended.
While there was never a need for me to anglicize my name, it made me remember an odd incident back when I was an undergraduate student. Back when I was trying to find a thesis supervisor I often had to send emails to professors expressing my interest in working with them. For some reason, I noticed that whenever I signed the email off with my full name my email was ignored but when I signed the email with just my first name I often got replies, and invitations to meet with the professor in person to talk more about potential thesis ideas. While it may have just been a coincidence, it struck me as strange at the time and I would be lying if I said it did not bother me. Anyways other than that, I don 't think my name has caused me
Two months earlier, I knew what I wanted to do; I wanted to run for Senior Class President. I never really saw myself as the popular kid, and this is kind of the stereotype for senior class presidents, but I was determined to try. Only one person was running against me, so this was a head to head. I thought of myself as the better candidate, as I think I’ve always stood up for the students of Hebron. Hours went into making posters, into meeting people, and anything else I could think of that might give me that slight edge up.
If you ask anyone around my school what I am truly passionate about, more than likely they will mention band in some way. They 'll probably tell you about how I have had this dream of teaching music to people for many years. What they probably wouldn 't tell you though, is that I use to not be interested in band very much. It was fun to me, but it just didn 't grab my eye as much as other things. That all changed though on one fateful day in November.
Four years ago, I remember being told, “We both know you can do it, you are just not putting in enough effort.” In the middle of my eighth grade year, the dreams of going to college and having a better life for myself was not important at that moment. College didn’t matter to me as I was with the wrong type of friends who always influenced my behavior whether I knew it or not. While I knew that I was capable of being on the high honor roll, it didn’t seem to matter to a thirteen year old. Knowing that college was still years away, I didn’t want to focus on it so early in my life. My grades and behavior were the main reasons I was on the border of not graduating.