I attended Henry E. Lackey High School in Indian Head MD which is in Charles County MD I attended Lackey High School my ninth and both my tenth grade years around the beginning of 2016. My last month in Lackey High School was in February, before I left Cousin Jerry and the PPW from my high school told me about Job Corps. I couldn’t stay at Lackey because of the drama going on and my cousin knew Job Corps could provide me with a high school diploma and provide direction for my life.
At Lackey High School I was constantly in trouble arguing, being defiant about the rules, and not attending class. The staff weren’t listening to me. I wouldn’t attend class because I couldn’t learn as quickly as others or keep anything in my head. It was difficult
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High school is pretty different but not too different at Job Corps, high school has younger kids and they don’t really have trades but they anything other than that its almost the same, at Job Corps you have to leave her at a regular school you don’t and there’s a lot more to it than that but that’s the main differences. I think the students at Woodland need work on behavior and how they treat people. The complete meaning of respect, I feel needs to be learn to respect other people’s things, the student must learn how to be more honest and considerate of other people’s materials. I try to stay to myself and away from everyone so I can succeed and really try to improve my life so I can accomplish all of my goals. There are staff members which are qualified here at Woodland. And there are staff who want to see you succeed. What I think could be an improvement is when we make a good or bad decision assist us more in how to evaluate what we did and then where we can make improvements. None the less the center provided mostly good because of all of the information you can have to help you in life. I have stayed at Woodland because I am accomplishing every single goal I set for myself. My trade will be completed in November and there is much hope and anticipation to complete Job Corps sometime in
One time I came across failure. It all started when playing in a baseball game for Serra High School. Up to that game we had been undefeated in league play. As the game moved along it got more and more intense. Every batter and runner on base you could tell both teams were completely focused on winning that game.
On Wednesday, February 1, 2017, Chino Hills High School was out of power, resulting all the students got released early. I walked into the school campus about to sit at the normal table that I wait at. I usually get to school thirty minutes early because of traffic. I did notice something was off when I sat down. The area where I sat was a bit darker than usual.
Freshman year came along and I wanted to attend Sullivan High School. I wanted to come back to my hometown, I was just missing the people I started it all out with in the beginning. My dad and I had all of the paperwork finished already to go for me to attend Sullivan High School in August, but my mom refused and wouldn’t budge to let me go. She didn’t want me going to Sullivan, she wanted me to stay with all of my new friends I had made at Owensville. She thought my best bet would be to stay and proceed to go to OHS.
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.
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.
“GOAL!” My final kick as a U-14 soccer player ended the game with a score of 3-2. With that game, the team ended its season in second place, a great accomplishment for this motley bunch. As the season came to a close, and we were awarded our trophies, I was already looking ahead to high school. For years I knew that I would attend Bishop Hendricken High School, a school well-known for its soccer team.
Stumble. Survive. Create a new generation. The cycle of striving for perfection and purpose reveals itself to those who contribute to the heirs of the human condition, children, and I was one of them, quivering with a hand on my shoulder advising me on when to draw and how to breathe. As I cautiously signed my name to the organization which, unbeknownst to my seventh-grade self, would become my young legacy, my self-definition, I didn 't think about the many friends—rather, and pardon my cliché, family—that I would make.
I drive my white Nissan maxima over the speed bumps probably a little too fast as I leave the parking lot. Once I reach the stop sign, I take a moment to turn around and look at the beautiful school building behind me. Rigby High School—I can’t believe I go there. To me, that beautiful building is almost as breathtaking as the work out I just finished; running over and over through the halls of the school because it’s too cold to run outside. What used to be a small school when I was young has seemed to grow to be competitive and quite big, and seems to grow bigger each year.
When I was young, money was not a big deal when I asked for something. If I wanted it, I begged my mom to get it for me. I never understood why I was unable to get the new toy that just came out, or the new shoes that every girl was about to have on Monday morning when I walked through the doors of Gretna Middle School. The summer before I started middle school, I decided to join a volleyball team. Needless to say, I fell in love with the game and continually tried to better my performance.
When I started Unity High School I thought that it was going to be boring school because my first choice was Skyline but my mom made me come to this school so I had to obey what my mom wants because she takes care of me and helps me with whatever I need help with so going to the school that she wanted me to go to was the least I could have done. I thought that high school was going to be difficult because the work that my brother would bring home when he was in high school looked really hard and I did not understand most of the work he needed to complete. But I realized that I need to be taught the material before I go on and do the work
February sixth was the day of my last middle school game. We were playing our rivals , Ledford middle school. The first time we played them we only lost by two points. The first five starters for Ledford and our first five including myself were all standing at half court for tip off. The ref. threw the ball up and Gillian tipped it back to me.
I’m not an orator, nor am I a scholar. Though I do enjoy a good debate and engaging in intellectual conversations ; I feel like I am never “good-enough”. I always seem to find myself comparing myself to others. Whether it’s my grades or appearance. I never feel worthy.
I graduated from high school in 2013, and attended James Madison University from August 2013 to December 2014. I began having health problems during the 2014 fall semester and when the semester ended I withdrew from the classes I had taken and returned home on a medical leave of absence. When I returned home, I spent the spring semester focusing on my health so that I would be able to get better and return to JMU. After taking the spring semester off, I decided to work at a landscaping company to help give me something to focus on again. When that went smoothly, I signed up for one summer class at my local community college.
I first visited with a teacher who is in charge of the post-secondary transition program at Serrano High School. The program services students age eighteen to twenty-two years of age. The program was created to help students gain different work skills that can be transitioned into real life skills or occupational skills, as well as employment. The first step of the program was described to me as student assessment. This was to figure out what the students are interested in, what strengths they have, and what their backgrounds are.
There was no possible way that I could communicate with the students, teachers, and administrators. There were times when I would feel confused, emotionally unstable, and even sick, but I could not do anything except wait until the end of the day to go back home. All I cared about everyday was to go back home to be with my family. They were the only ones who understood what I would say. I appreciated to have people who would support me at home, but I dejected because I was very unsuccessful academically.