I thought this opportunity would not be one worth wild, but I am excited to return to my new school and new friends at the beginning of the next year and after the winter break. It may have taken me a couple of months into this school year to grow into the idea of switching schools, but now I could not be happier and cannot wait for softball season to meet even more
My body was telling me to give up and quit but my heart was telling me give it all that I had left. Right then in that moment I found something that no one could take away from me, that day I found my passion for the game. This November was the first time I had been back to Apple Valley Middle school in many years and it does not look the same as it did but in my head it still had the faded white walls, the worn out purple pads that were on the wall. Even with the gym being different when I walk in the gym of Apple Valley I can see the spot I was standing doubled over try to catch my breath and the sweat dripping on to the floor but though all of that I realized that day I found something to help me be
Marta Salinas’ realistic fiction story “The scholarship Jacket”, takes place at a small school in Texas. Martha, a straight A plus student, was finally in 8th grade, her year to receive the valedictorian jacket. There are many troubles leading up to Martha receiving the jacket, such as the teachers changing the policy to make her pay $15. This changed the meaning of the jacket because it was no longer a reward. Marta Salinas created the theme that hard work pays off, she displays this theme by showing how Martha feels with point of view, and foreshadowing.
Camp Bernie was the 7th grade school trip that I had to go on. At first, I did not want to go at all, but some motivation from my parents and some thoughts about just ‘going for it’ brought me to go on the trip. And, honestly, I’m still not sure about my decision. Whatever my thoughts on the trip, I still went and it happened. And I have to say there were some memories made there.
The effort and dedication I had put to progress with this story was a lot of determination. I had started Bombing Hope in the sixth grade. I had wanted to change the ending of the Divergent series so badly. I had some many ideas on what they could’ve brought to the table for the next following book if they continued. For almost a year I would daydream about different outcomes and had made my own ending to the book.
A child’s dream that someday I will be a nurse and that dream will come into reality when my Aunt offered her support to send me to a nursing school. The opportunity given to me by my aunt cause conflict between me and my father (crisis arise). This is where I experience the identity moratorium. I love my father and disobeying him hurt me as well. But my decision is final, so I shifted to nursing even though I’m incoming 3rd year in my Computer Science course and shifting to nursing means I will be 1st year again.
It all seemed great, but was I ready or would I ever be ready to see people in their worst days? It took me a whole year in college to realize that firefighting was something I did not want to pursue. Desperately looking for a new major, I started to consider teaching, but purely for selfish reasons. However, somewhere during my second year of college, there was a significant spark that led me to want to pursue teaching for a different reason. In high school, sports were everything, maintaining a good GPA was crucial.
I used to think that going to high school would be scary, but with all my friends and everything that my teachers have taught me, all I feel now is excited. I want it to be the first day of 9th grade fast, I want to start High School. I know that my friends would be here when I need them as well as teachers willing to help me. So it 's time today to end the second part of our education and enter the third. It 's time to leave behind the middle school facility, say goodbye to the U14 teams and be introduced to JV, and most of all, time to go from the middle school community that we 're familiar with, that we love, and that we are in charge of, and go upstairs to the bigger, busier, and honestly, scarier high school, where we will all be 9th graders.
It was the day that I’ve been waiting for over 3 years. A day that would finally let me be normal like everyone else and have the choices as other people without being ridiculed by the teachers that saw me as unqualified to be taught in a standard way. Thanks to my mom thinking that it would be a marvelous idea to have me be placed in special education due to my lack of effort taking reading comprehension test. I was placed in special education at the end of 5th grade, and sought to see the end of it. That day would eventually come on early April of 2015, where I was called upon to the office during class in 8th grade.
I swear the clock never ran slower than it did during my English class. It was the 7th grade: a new year with new teachers, and I was hoping that my course lineup would miraculously be different from previous years. I glanced over my class schedule, and I quickly apprehended nothing had changed in my course plan. My dreaded nemesis, English class, was scheduled right before sixth-period Art. Eventually, the time came, for the first English class of the year.
As summer came I wanted to make right choices so I decided to call the school and ask for the regaitor and I asked what I can do for me to make my credits up for my junior year and she told me that there where correspondence classes I can take but it costed money but for me an my family had put money into the corresponding classes and I got it an I have and I 'm trying to finish it so I can walk the line. My senior year came and I was ready to start the year fresh an make it smooth with getting my classes together and getting all my credits to graduate and walk that line with my class of
The Mission Meritas group had good intentions improving Rancho Solano Schools after they bought it in 2007; however, they didn’t take in consideration the huge impact these changes were going to have in the organization and stakeholder. Members of the organization and stakeholders began to receive mix signals when they decided to change the name of the school from “Rancho Solano Private School” to “Rancho Solano Preparatory School”; however, they understood a new organization took over and they were trying to develop their own identity. Other organizations noticed potential to succeed and moved in the area around 2011, this affected the Mission Meritas group because they took in some of their students. Then, five years later (2012) the Mission Meritas group decided to close two campuses (Union Hills campus and Missouri campus) allegedly due to the low enrollment. This “strategic” move affected members of the
Then it was that year when it was a dramatic change in the standards for all classes. Common Core was introduced, and soon we were being taught stuff that was taught in the eighth grade before. My grades dropped horribly, and it was really hard to catch up. Today, it is okay for me, as I’m in classes where they take it step by step and explain in a way that we all understand, including me. I’d like to thank you for a copy of your book Autodidactic and for coming to speak to us at the Helene Galen Performing Arts Center at Rancho Mirage High School.
Hi this is you from 7th Grade, I want to tell you some info from when you were in LEAP in Mr.Hooten 's Class. When we first started LEAP one project we did was the One Word Project. I chose the word CAN because I normally say “I can 't do that!”, so when I say I can, it really motivates me to do it or try harder. I have a promise for you, Will you promise that you’ll try to get better grades. In the future after a year has gone by I want to be more mature, and in three years when I’m in tenth grade I want to challenge myself and try to get good grades.
Allow me to be unique from other applicants. In eighth grade, my parents were discontent with my public education. My parents withdrew me from school by the end of that year and home-schooled me instead. Frankly, that was the best decision my parents had ever made for me. Soon, I developed an interest in logic and literature, and eventually, I discovered philosophy, which I am passionate about still.