Ever since I arrived at the high school, there has been one man that was my teacher, coach and friend when I needed one. This is coming from a person you really wouldn’t expect to be be this person in your life. Coach Minnich, Mr. Minnich, Ryan Minnich, (only off school grounds). The high school life has been a struggle, but he has made it a little easier. I met Coach Minnich the first day of football practice freshman year.
An outsider: a person who does not belong. I stepped onto the chilly, uninviting plane with a sparkle of hope and adventure in my eyes. I was flying in an enormous plane to go on a gruesome eighteen hour flight. At first sight, every single person shot at us, not because we were flying a plane. But, because we were eight American- Russians, with expensive handbags and drew the most attention to ourselves with four carry- on suitcases because of the two week long trip. The trip started a couple days after school ended, when everyone was enjoying the amazing freedom of summer, I was stuck on a large, yet claustrophobic vessil.As I stood up from the luxurious business class, my legs stgarted to tingle with excitement. Well that, or I have been
Throughout my Life and high school career I have spent many hours with teachers and coaches. I have had many experiences, but the one that stands out most to me is my former cheerleading coach and gym teacher, Ms. Traska. She coached our team with no background in cheerleading. She brought us closer as a team and being part of this team has made a difference in my life. The two years that Ms. Traska coached were the most fun, productive, and memorable years that I have been on the team.
My teacher really has my fellow classmates and myself ready for reality. She taught us everything we needed to know from the simplest to the most difficult techniques and has us prepared us for college. From the way she would teach us and also the way she treated us was an excellent way to show how the real life of a college student really does face on a daily bases. I’ll leave the class by having the prior knowledge of knowing what and how to write an argumentative essay and know how to simply justify the reading side and confront my face my fierce. This year taught me so much that I use certain techniques to help me in other subjects.
As I write this, I’m sitting in the air conditioned 20 by 30 foot Campus Ministry room. It makes me feel nostalgic to think that it was just last year I was sitting in a room by the same name with strikingly different characteristics: cramped, muggy, hazy yellow lighting. Since my freshman year the entire building has slowly evolved from the latter to the former. Now as a senior, the renovations are over halfway completed, and it makes me feel funny to think that in the near future the Wahlert of my freshman year will be long forgotten in both appearance and culture. As graduation gets closer, however, I have realized that my frustration toward the internal changes of Wahlert do nothing but overshadow the good memories I have of Wahlert.
Mr.Prokes understood me. He knew what i wanted to do with my life, when I wanted to do it and how I was gonna do it. I never would 've thought that I would leave him the first year I met him. All though, he emailed my mother saying: "Dear Jeri Johnson, Your son this year had a rough year. Myself and Mr.Pargaen tried to make it better, but this class needs serious help.
All of the other kids became silent and scared of Miss Fisher. On my way home I began thinking about how much I wanted to go to school earlier this morning. Now, I never want to go back. School is worse than I thought it would be. I thought of it as this fun place of learning and meeting new friends.
The spilling of lemonade and ice dream. I am going to miss Alex and your smart remarks. I’m going to miss Baylee’s cheerful self and postivie attitude, Fern’s greeting everytime he walks in. Erica’s shirts that always remind me of something lol. I’m going to miss all of my little Highschool friends..
My childhood had its ups and its downs, such as the death of my grandfather and meeting my best friend/sister Joyce Alison or how I kindly call her “J.A.M.” We’ve been friends for over 13 years now though she moved to Orlando for about year, we were still friends. Hialeah Elementary School was where I was once attended but it didn’t hold fond memories as I hoped for. Another important that I was almost forgetting would be my little brother, David Rodriguez born in Palmetto Hospital on September 16, 2002. Afterwards, middle school started to kick in with a whole new start in Youth Co-op Charter School.
Hi Reneld, On Thursday, June 8th, I had talked to an advisor about schedule revision. She said that I do not need to revise my schedules, since there was a mistake with my program completion; that I am working on Associate of Arts Degree instead of AS2 degree. She said she already notified you about this. Have you received this notification?
The hardest thing to be dealt with is someone you truly care about becoming addicted to something, like drugs. Growing up, that is all I ever heard about, who died, who was in rehab, who was in jail etc. Addicts, they are people that will never be understood. They are broken, mentally. It is even harder to get a grip on if someone has never had to experience what it is like to feel that way. It is a war with yourself. Jeykll is a good person at heart, but when he drinks this drug, he turns into a monsterous being, an evil person hurting people around him, but mostly destroying himself.
If i had to choose from all of my friends which one was the best i would choose Branum Butler. He is just an all around amazing friend and person to me and other people. We have also known each other since third grade so we know each other like the back of our own hands.
I couldn’t have been more wrong. I now consider my teachers apart of my family. They welcomed me with open arms and have supported me every step of the way. We even call our teachers by their first names. That first day of shadowing I felt like I was a part of a greater community.