“I’m late!” That feeling of dread and terror is something that everyone has or will experience in their lives. This happened to me while I was at Governor’s School for the Arts. I woke up to a pounding on my door, sunlight streaming in from the window. I threw the covers from me and looked towards the clock. I was late. I opened the door and my councilor gave me instructions on how I was supposed to precede with my day. I went to my elective class then down to the dean’s office. He wasn’t there at first and so I spoke to another councilor and it wasn’t bad at all. After that I headed to choir rehearsal where I was told I would actually need to speak to the dean himself. Well, I was absolutely terrified. Some friends of mine had been late and
Once we all had our food and we were all at the table we all agreed that the tacos they made that day were really nasty which kind of made some of us upset because we were actually hungry. After lunch, we all went and sat back in the classroom for the rest of the school day. Towards the end of the school day we all went to grab our luggage from the security room which had been checked by now and security took what we couldn’t have because it wasn’t safe. We then all took our luggage to this white van which was going to bring our stuff towards the dorm so we wouldn’t have to walk our entire stuff across the campus. Once we made it to the front we grabbed our things and they showed us to our rooms, after getting settled the rest of the day was nice we all met new faces and just had
Our counselor walked in and called me to the side. I thought I was in trouble for
Freshman year came along and I wanted to attend Sullivan High School. I wanted to come back to my hometown, I was just missing the people I started it all out with in the beginning. My dad and I had all of the paperwork finished already to go for me to attend Sullivan High School in August, but my mom refused and wouldn’t budge to let me go. She didn’t want me going to Sullivan, she wanted me to stay with all of my new friends I had made at Owensville. She thought my best bet would be to stay and proceed to go to OHS.
When I was was younger, I was a caterpillar crawling around trying to get through life, waiting to turn into the beautiful butterfly I know I could soon become. I made good decisions along with bad ones, saw the beauty in life as well as the unpleasant. I was like everyone else trying to be their own person, but now as I look at myself in the mirror I can finally see who I really am. I see myself as the beautiful butterfly I once dreamed of becoming, ready to fly down my own path. I have been in my chrysalis and I am finally out and ready to fly into my bright future.
As I traveled through each grade of the Croton-Harmon High School, my personal and academic goals helped to me to really flourish. These goals may have varied from year to year because a freshman is a little different from a senior, but they basically had all the same concept: I wanted to strive in school to be the best all-around student I could be, constantly stay focused and immerse myself in the Croton community. By setting my expectations and goals very high, I could flourish academically and really work to my full potential. By following these goals in school I pushed myself very hard and tried to take classes that would challenge me as well as help me to flourish as a student.
I remember finding out that NC State had a summer reading book and thinking that it sounded a lot like a high school English class. I dreaded even picking up the book, so i kept making excuses and putting off reading it. August rolled around, and move-in day was quickly approaching, so I decided to take my dog to the beach one evening and read until the sun went down. The book followed the author's prodigious journey to save one mountain near his house and the Appalachian Trail. With every flip of a page I felt like there was an underlying message that was meant for me.
Stumble. Survive. Create a new generation. The cycle of striving for perfection and purpose reveals itself to those who contribute to the heirs of the human condition, children, and I was one of them, quivering with a hand on my shoulder advising me on when to draw and how to breathe. As I cautiously signed my name to the organization which, unbeknownst to my seventh-grade self, would become my young legacy, my self-definition, I didn 't think about the many friends—rather, and pardon my cliché, family—that I would make.
I was at school happily living in Australia on the Sunshine Coast, Queensland. It was 2011, and I went to a school called Pacific Paradise State School. It was my second year going there, and I was in the third grade. My big sister, Lucy, had been doing band the last year, and now again. I wanted to do band, as they were for the first time, letting third graders in the band, so I asked her,
I looked at the clock and realized I was running a little late so I tried to drive as fast as I could to get there on time. I pulled into the parking lot and saw no spots open for me to park so i had to park in another parking lot across the street. I got out the car at 1:28 and had to be at the testimony at 1:30. I got out of the car and started to run to get there on time. I was running down the halls and ran into this girl and dropped all my papers on the floor.
I first heard of the Trailblazer Collegiate Academy during my freshman year enrollment. The idea of taking college classes at a community college while still in high school was appealing to me because my current coursework took no effort to complete and I wanted a challenge. Once I was a sophomore, I began looking into it more seriously. If I wanted to apply for the Academy, I had a short window of time to do so. After discussing it with my counselor I learned that my classes I took with the community college would factor into my GPA at the high school level.
My proudest achievement would be getting into Cumberland International Early College and making it oy my senior year. The three years I have spent at Cumberland International have been very difficult because of many reasons such as being on the campus of Fayetteville State University, taking almost two years of high school in only two semesters, and being pushed to excel from the beginning in order to prepare to take full level college courses by our tenth grade year. Although I struggled during my time at CIECHS it was a truly amazing opportunity to be accepted as the third graduating class of its time. Being at a school that had only been running for two full years has both positive and negative aspects. We were changing the curriculum
At Lake Norman Charter School, our motto is to learn, lead, and serve. The main thing I do is to learn. To learn means to gain or acquire knowledge of or skill in something by study, experience, or being taught. Learning relates to the motto because in order to do the other parts of the motto, you must learn. Students, like myself, live up to the learn part of the motto.
“Are you sure you have everything?” my mom asked one last time. I smiled and nodded yes for the fifth time. My mom, dad, and half-asleep little sister walked with me out of the small conference room along with other sad, but proud families. This was the last time I would see my family this summer for I was participating in the UCLA High School Summer Research Program (HSSRP).
I hugged my mom goodbye and began walking to school. When I finally arrived at the school, I entered the cafeteria where all my friends were waiting. I was one of the first few there, but students began to greatly bombard the room as the
That morning I woke up early as I had to be at school for 8am. I was very excited. When I got to school the buses that were to take us were already there and teachers were buzzing around making sure that everything was in order and that all students going had their consent forms. Before we left the teachers gathered all the students and told us to be careful, to stay together also for us to remember our manners, we also said a prayer as it was a custom seeing that it is a Presbyterian School. As we boarded the buses, my friends and I all headed to the back of the bus as it was considered for some