Let’s move on. Moving to high school, this is where it becomes permanent. Between the ages of 13-17 I had figured out for certain who I was and what I wanted to become. So I did it. The first two years were a bit rocky, I’ll be honest. Then I became New Mexico’s largest school’s student body vice president, obtained scholarships, won student of the year, participated in multiple clubs and extra-curricular activities while the other kids flunked and smoked weed every day, (not that there is anything bad with weed it just so happens there is a correlation with failure and weed quite often, ther are the excepts however) grew my skills as a programmer/dancer/DJ/entrepreneur/everything, participated in many state conferences and western regional …show more content…
Now the rest of our lives lie ahead…let’s see what I make of it, and let’s see what you don’t. I have never had someone hate on me like this before, damn. I swear I keep it either positive or neutral with most people. Why is it that insignificant people bug me the most? The ones that haven’t done shit with their lives, the ones that dropped out of school and can barely get hired at Taco Bell, the ones that lurk on social media and sit on their couch to watch Netflix all day every day, the ones that get so fucked up every weekend that they jeopardize their well-being . Now don’t freak out on me, I’m not saying watching Netflix is bad, or being on social media is bad, or any of that. But when that is your whole life? Cmon. Don’t get it twisted, I’m not talking about the people that wake up at 6am, go to work, come home and chill all night. No. I’m talking about the people that literally do nothing with their lives besides do nothing… and get fucked up to the point where they make stupid decisions. I’m talking about the people who are drug-addicts, the people that are 19 years old, have a kid they don’t take care of, been to rehab, got so blacked they have driven drunk and crashed a car, does drugs on the daily, can’t hold a simple job, and still gets money from …show more content…
Who are you trying to impress? In the end you are just lying to yourself, and personally I think any negative act mentally or physically towards yourself is the worst thing you could do. I live by a quote that reads “Your best investment is in yourself and the people around you.” Who are you investing in by throwing your precious time away? Sure, one could argue that at this stage in our lives such thoughts are not needed. Why at 19 or so should anyone have to be concerned with their actions, behaviors, and future? This is the time to have fun no? Correct, it is. Everyone should cherish their youth as it is simply that….their youth. It only happens once but there is never any harm in putting thought into ones actions, behaviors, and future. Oh, you say you have? Great, what did you do about it? I sincerely hope something. Cause I know, damn well…. I have. This started off as a response to a truly hateful e-mail I received recently….Turned out to be kind of an interesting experience typing this. I’m not even mad anymore. If anything I learned more about myself. I use a lot of “…”, oh well…maybe… I’m… crazy. Funny how things turn out sometimes
Although I personally feel like I have accomplished a fair amount for my age it was definitely not easy There were many hardships faced on my journey which started freshman year in my second semester and sophomore year it began with my parents arguing a lot after my grandparents died which we were very close to they would argue all the time in front of my little sister and I so during school that 's all I thought about because I wanted to make sure my parents stayed together which led to my grades dropping, forcing me to fall behind which made me not strive to get the grades I
I also hurt a lot of people, because I was hurting myself, so I took out my anger on others. I was never really involved in my community & school, until my sophomore year, I decided to make a drastic change in my life. I remember it being Club Rush & I was scanning to see all the different clubs & organizations on campus, and one in particular caught my eye, their
In my life I have faced some extremely trying experiences and, from them, learned some very valuable lessons. My father, SPC Theodore “TJ” Ingemanson, an Iraq War Veteran and Wounded Warrior, passed unexpectedly, from injuries he suffered during his deployment for Operation Iraqi Freedom. I was twelve years old. Two months after this devastating event, my mother was sent to prison for choices she made that impacted our lives in a negative way. Life, as I knew it, became a chaotic tailspin, changing rapidly and drastically.
After leaving Jewish day school in the sixth grade and moving to a public school, I struggled to maintain my connection to my faith. It was difficult for me to return to synagogue on Saturdays, as there was a social pressure to make connections with new friends, and manage the new workload. Slowly but surely, I saw the parts of made me Jewish fade into the background. In the seventh grade, I had an enlightening conversation with my grandmother, who suggested I take part in the Ivry Prozdor program at the Jewish Theological Seminary, where my grandfather had received his rabbinical degree. On Sunday mornings, I engaged in fascinating classes on Jewish law, heritage, history as well as conversation Hebrew language.
If I were the person that I used to be back in high school, or even directly after high school, I would fail these classes with straight “F”s. The reason is not because I was not smart enough, but because I was not willing to put in the effort, concentration, and dedication needed to get a good grade. This is hard work! Good thing I decided to grow up a bit in the past 14 years so I take it seriously.
Freshman year, what an awkward time in my life coming out of middle school with my poor grades I promised myself and my parents I was going to succeed while in high school. Did I though? My grades for sure improved but I still was not putting in as much effort as I should have been. I struggled to be able to communicate with all these new faces and in a completely new school but even outside of school struggled to talk to new people.
I was withdrawn from my previous middle school and things were rather calm at home I threw myself into my school work and found a sense of secret control threw self-harming and obsessive dieting it was rewarding to see the numbers go down on the scale, and up in the books. I was still withdrawn and sick I was just better at hiding it and the layers of secrecy in my life would build with age like the rings in a tree trunk. It was nearly the end of my eight grade school year before anyone intervened. The boy I sat at lunch with had tried killing himself the difference was, he warned people in his family and got caught plus help. He was put into therapy and on medication but I was also caught in the spotlight the school found out about my cutting
It did, however, drive me to break out of the worn down shell I was in and become plenty better at socializing as no one knew who I was and there wasn’t my mom or older brother to talk for me. Especially after my first relationship ended during sophomore year, leading me to get a better grip of who I was, what I didn’t like, and what I needed to change. I dyed my hair red and can confirm that blondes do not have more fun, I started to really put effort into band and landed a flute solo in last year’s Christmas concert and a spot in Troy’s SEUS honor band. Needless to say, Nicki Minaj would be proud of
This also provoked my emotions, because it’s never okay for anyone to think of themselves as “dumb” or “stupid”. This stereotype of people is the reason why we have so many hurtful and harmful people in our world. If we stop setting these examples and start sitting positive ones, we will surely live in a better place. It is difficult to understand the reason why so many people in this world are too embarrassed about how they look, think, or talk. We are taught to behave and act certain ways that may not be “normal” for others, and the result is teasing and bullying.
When a person or multiple people read go through my notebooks when I turn my back also cause me to be exceedingly distrusting, and I practically never let my supplies out of my sight just so other people can’t dig through them, although I became aware that this happened more in Elementary school than Junior High, but I am still anxious about others sifting through my sketchbook.
Sweaty palms, watery eyes, stomach in knots, throat feeling as if it is slowly and painfully closing, all of your body is shutting down in fear. As a seventh grader nothing seemed cooler than hanging out with high school students; they were older, mature and experienced. Strolling through the crème colored hallway, observing the jealousy burn in the eyes of your peers, Checking the vibration in your pocket just to see another Facebook notification reading you have received more likes on the pictures you took while hanging out with the older students, nothing made one feel more superior than this. Throughout my entire life I had always longed to be seen as older than I was, I wanted to be all grown up by the age of five.
Hello Mrs. Kim. I hope you had an amazing summer. I can not believe how summer has gone this fast. And I never really expected high school to come this early. It is as if middle school was still on its way trying to find ways to squeeze in my life, or at least that’s what I feel.
Change is something that we all go through. It can be for the better or for worse. Everyone goes through change however my biggest change when I entered high school was my attitude. When I entered high school many things changed for me, but one thing that affected me the most was my attitude. I never felt fear when I entered high school, but I felt like I changed drastically.
The funny thing about life is that everyone "knows" it's unexpected, but you don't actually understand it until you experienced it first hand. "Honey, we're moving to California in June. " These seven words are the epitome of what a senior in high school does not want to hear. How does someone even begin to think about moving to a different state? Especially a 17-year-old girl who has grown up with the same people since third grade and is the "Top Dog" at her little school of 400 students.
Many say high school life is one of the most difficult times of a student’s journey, but mine was both challenging and exciting to cherish. I had stepped on my first day of eighth-grade class feeling the butterflies warm up my little self. I could still vividly remember how terrified I was of failing and disappointing myself. But as I come across this path I took, I had faced many ardent obstacles that had positively pushed me out of my comfort zone. Nothing could beat out the moments when I unraveled new horizons in learning academically and growing personally.