High School, currently I am a senior at Kealakehe High School and have been going to this school for the past 4 years of my high school education , honestly I like to think of myself as a hardworking lain back kind of person, when I am hardworking when I need to and chill and relaxed when I have no other things I have to do, Though my experience in high school I have learned stuff the lame and hard way by my laid back attitude in my first 2 years and have been using more of my hardworking side to catch up on credits in my last 2 years of high school. One of my strengths as of now is striving and persisting by hard work and actually taking time out of my free time to actually do my school work and study, though I may not do every single piece of work given to me, well that wasn't always my strengths in high school, cause I personally had
This year, I applied to be a teacher's assistant with my favorite AP teacher, thinking it would be an easy credit. Little did I know, it would turn out to be an important learning experience for myself. The first week of school our conversations consisted of casual small talk. As time progressed I started to open up to him about problems in my life; my parents recent divorce, my long term depression, and my obsession with my grades. My teacher sympathized with me, telling me his own struggles growing up with his parent's divorce, his battles mental illness, and his poor grades.
Everyone has had at least one enlightening class that they’ll never forget. A class that, unlike so many others, truly teaches you about life, or in my case, mortality. Mr. Vindetti was my English teacher in junior high: a worldly and highly perceptive individual who expected the absolute best from his students. Junior high school is a blur, so I barely remember what I was taught throughout the years, but I still recall numerous lessons from Mr. Vindetti clearly. One day, after my grueling math class and my absurdly uninteresting history class, it was finally time for the one class I genuinely enjoyed, Advanced English.
I managed to grasp the basic concepts of learning in grammar school only to succumb to the same people and pressures in high school. I achieved honor roll status in my freshman year of high school. Regardless, I fell off track puberty, peer pressure, and hardheadedness were my worst enemy. I conclude, moving out of my first foster home where I stayed for 13 years would satisfy my curiosities and mysteries of the street. Dr. Moorer states, "Like many of us, I thought I could fix my own problems."
This was by far the most difficult challenge I faced in connecting with my students. While students became pretty eager to attend the FIG session throughout the semester, they were not as enthusiastic about doing things outside of the class. The first event I tried to organize was a study session in preparation for the first round of midterms. I chose a location that was very central to where many of them lived and on a day of the week that they said was best. Throughout the week, I constantly reminded them about the study group session, however, on the day of the event, I sadly only had two students attend.
His doubts of my seriousness student were palpable, and there due to my minimal oral participation in the class. Though I understood where he was coming from, I saw myself as more of a reticent but engaged student, completely capable of wrestling with a course like AP US. He agreed to let me take the entrance test after weeks of constant inquiry. After a month of waiting I received an email say that I had been accepted into the class. When I ecstatically approached him the next day and questioned him about the test, he said that I was ready for a class of a higher level and that mine was one of the best essays overall.
Why I describe that period time as a torture? The reason was I suffered school-bulling and teasing in the first month. At that time, my English was very poor, so I can barely write a few short paragraphs and read some short article. Also, I was shy, and very scared to talk to people. That was the first month in my high school, in a Language and Arts class.
I willed myself to communicate effectively. I helped my classmates see past our differences by being kind and studying with them. The two hours I spent commuting everyday was to attend the best school I could. My efforts became the genesis of my Academic Excellence and Scholar Athlete Awards, as well as lifelong friendships. Without a doubt, if I had not met such changes in my life with the same eagerness to excel, I would not be as well-adjusted of a person as I am
I don't normally get home until 9:00 at night and that gives me a little time to be able to do my homework and still eat and I have that schedule from Monday Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday and on Saturdays I have it for 4 hours I worked there my school struggles with my ADHD and my out of school struggles to and by that 4 years I got A's and B's and that's it on my report card but this year I've been going above and beyond and I have been a straight-A student all year long I'm proud of myself for doing this and being able to work through my struggles. I have volunteered for years and I'm going to 4 years to come. I have helped clean up the environment every year and I I do the project clean stream I go all out every year my friends and I. Back last year by ourselves over 10 bags of Stuff Plus Rusty poles that we found in our Woods. I've cleaned up my neighborhood and my town 4 years and I feel great about it I feel like I'm making a difference in our environment.
I realized I wasn’t a good student my behavior inside the classroom was horrible but I could recognize I had a really good connection with my teachers even though I was super noisy in class and always laughing basically I was like a clown, until today I still talk to them as my second parents. Memorable moments in my life that I consider the scariest days and at the same time moments to celebrate was my last year in High School. De La Salle Panama is known for a lot of people as a really hard school to graduate and the hardest year is grade 12 (2014: my last year in High School). Remember moments when I was studying and I took me the whole night to study for my several