I am a member of many different associations at Canyon High School, but the club that has made the most impact in my life is Leadership. Leadership is a selective program on campus that invites students who have shown leadership qualities to improve them to make a bigger impact. I was nominated into the program my freshman year and have carried on with the program all throughout high school. The club’s main focus is to encourage students to use their leadership qualities to prevent and stop bullying. As nominees, we undergo a two-day training session that exposes us to ways to improve ourselves and those around us. Videos of the columbine shootings, suicides, and bully victims are shown to impact students to be the voice to prevent any events like these from occurring again. Along with these …show more content…
This experience made me realize the potential impact I am able to have in someone 's life. It has motivated me to really take action in the things I involve myself in. This being said, my freshman year I started becoming more active within Canyon High and interacting with more students. In December of my sophomore year, I received a summon to my third period classroom. On the summon the words “see me at lunch” were written. It was signed by Mrs. Hanks, the program 's organizer. I was quite afraid because I felt like teachers only had to speak with you if something was wrong. I anxiously went through my next periods thinking about what mrs. Hanks had to talk to me about. The bell for lunch rang and I got ready to walk to her classroom. As I walked into her classroom, I was pleasantly greeted with a warm smile. I was still nervous. She “there 's nothing to be worried about, I just have a question,” she began telling me my peers have noticed my activeness within the student body. then she asked, “I 'd like to know if you would like to become more involved with the program.” My expression shifted to complete contentment and I gratefully accepted her
Brennan was observed during the morning in his first grade classroom. At the start of the observation, the class was instructed to sit on the carpet for an activity. Brennan got up out of his seat and appropriately sat on the carpet. Brennan’s teacher, Mrs. Jones, began to engage the class in a writing activity. As she engaged the class in a discussion and wrote sentences on the board, Brennan appeared to pay attention as he stared at the board.
Being a Grade 8 Retreat leader was an amazing opportunity that I will continue to look back on with fondness throughout my life. The Retreat is an annual event that our school holds to help the Grade 8 students build friendships. I remembered my own grade 8 retreat as an influential part of my high school experience, so when I became old enough to become a leader, I jumped at the opportunity. Creating team posters and name tags were some of the more routine tasks that had to be completed before the retreat. However, the more rewarding aspect of the retreat was being able to bond with the children.
“ It was my favorite class because I loved my teacher.” Samantha starts walking around the room trying to remember her teacher's name. She then plops back down with the thought still fresh in her head, but continues. “She made sure all of her students were leaving understanding the unit, instead of sending us off with a pile of homework. I really liked that.”
“Hello children,” said a voice behind them. “Yay,” they shouted as they looked at the yard duty with the smile of a winner. Yep everything was great, but a student was making another student 's life a little unusual and that is where our story begins. “Mia,” shouted someone it was Lainey.
Sliding the shifter into the park position lets me know another day at Cave City High School has begun. It is September, so we are in that season of the year when it is a big furry coat from grandma last year in the morning and then flip flops and shorts in the afternoon. Stepping out of my car, I feel the cool air nip at my ears and nose, certainly turning them that slightly embarrassing shade of rosy pink. The sun is peaking over the football stadium behind me, turning everything a bright golden hue. Shadows begin to slowly creep away as the sun moves further up into the fluffy cloud streaked blue beyond.
I was so close, just a few feet behind the irritatingly bright mop of red hair. My whole body was so pumped on adrenaline that I couldn’t even feel my legs. Only the consciousness that they were moving, fast. My arms reached out in front of me, itching to get ahold of the fluorescent green ball that I have set my sights on. Just as I was about to overtake Preston, I lost control of my footing and plop!
By active community service, leadership roles, and hard work, I have learned the incredible importance of academic achievement, character, leadership, and service. Through these things, I have been substantially prepared by the Beta Club to serve others as I depart high school and
she chirped, flicking her head off to one side. “I’m glad you 're enjoying the class lecture today.” “Yeah, me too,” I mumbled and heard the surfacing sounds of murmured laughter. Ms. Stweed had appeared a lot more friendly to me recently, smiling at me more, flourishing me with unnecessary positive praise, making frequent checks on me during class. I wasn’t sure if it was a good thing or bad thing, but for now, at least, I wasn’t receiving any detention threats.
Elie Wiesel’s work, Night, published in 1958, demonstrates the struggles Jewish society and other minorities faced in order to live a life of liberty. I, myself, felt bound and trapped, but not by iron doors, but by words. Even though being open and social can help communication growth, rudeness and unnecessary judgement can hinder one’s ability to be social and make them feel like expressing themselves is not possible. August 21, 2010, as my mother pulled up to the side of Georgetown Middle School, I remember thinking “I hope Mrs. Hope gives me hope.” My blood was pounding from the adrenaline, and my stomach was in knots knowing that in a few moments, I would be taking my first steps into an unusual environment for the next three years.
The Personal Leadership Development Plan modules have given me an understanding of the various qualities that make up an effective leader. I have learned what type of leader I am and what I need to do to become the best I can. Additionally, I have been able to identify my weak areas. I believe I am a team leader with some transformational leader qualities, and I need to work on active listening, intellectual stimulation, informational power, and feedback. I realize the importance of our mission but also value relationships.
Waking up at 8am to eat breakfast, I sat next to the people who were sleeping in my room. I was not ready for the emotional roller coaster that is day two. Once the teachers began reading our parents ' letters, I became very anxious, because I was worried about whether or not my parents letter would be as special as the other people 's. When it came to my turn, I listened to Mrs. Dunnion read out loud my mom 's loving letter. To make matters even more shocking, I received a package composed of cookies that came from my friends, family members, and people I had not spoken to since freshman year. I began crying tears of happiness.
In order to be the ultimate leader, Tenney believes you must commit to continuous growth both personally and professionally. In the fire service there are always new ideas and thoughts on how to do things. As a leader I must continue to learn and grow throughout my career. I plan to continue to take classes and further my education. There is always more to learn and as the fire service evolves there will continue to be changes.
My classmates and I sat eagerly in our chairs as we awaited to find out the names of our “Little Buddies” - a privilege fourth graders gained as they began growing mature. Although we continued on our day, assigning books, receiving piles of paperwork to give to our parents for their night of “homework”, and decorating and embellishing names tags that would stick to our desks allowing Mrs. Ross to get to know our names. Before I knew it, the time to board the bus and return home to tell mom all about my first day of fourth grade approached quickly. However, paranoia set in when Mrs. Ross never gave us the names of our “Little Buddies”! Come to find out Mrs. Ross explained to her students that the she needed to see what her students had to offer before sending them to either hurt or aide the younger second graders.
“Hey, come sit with us!” , he offered. I was surprised at first, but then overjoyed at his offer. I practically sprinted over to his table, which I promised to myself I would never do later on. I barely ate my homemade lunch trying to listen in and involve myself in conversation.
Once in the center of the room, she glanced around the classroom with an austere look on her face. Almost instantaneously, my anxiety shot up to record levels, and the feeling of angst quickly washed over me. I remember thinking, 'this will surely be my most odious English class thus far. '