Sophomore year was an especially hard year for me. It was my second year at Wahlert High School and because I was the new kid the beginning of freshman year, I still felt like the new girl. Plus, I was trying to maintain my social life, play volleyball, participate in band, choir and show choir, act in plays, and manage school and homework.
In the duration of my middle school years, I maintained excellent grades, except I had just one issue that held me back from a satisfying life. That issue was the fact that friends came very hard to me in my middle school years. Before my struggles at my middle school, Trafton, I had a very productive social life in the Elementary school I attended, Roberts Elementary. Here, it was very easy to make friends and have a great social life, since no hard work was required as a kid. Middle school, however, was a great challenge for me.
I joined the Cross Country team as a freshman and made varsity the following year. I had made several good friends and had never felt happier. That was when my life really fell apart. In April of sophomore year, I found out my dad was having an affair.
I always made sure, with the reassurance of my parents, that I had the best grades possible and I went to school everyday because I was taught education was extremely important. I have dedicated a lot of time, work and effort to maintain my 3.8 GPA. Unfortunately, my Senior year was not how I pictured
In my first three years of high school, I have had many struggles that have taken me on a different track than what I expected. My freshman year I had received four concussions. Some of these were sports related while others just happening by accident. These accidents left me missing tons of school and made me fall behind. Classes were hard to keep up with mentally as well as emotionally.
How was my developing education during Freshman year and Senior year? When growing up in my house there were two different types of language based on parents by my dad only speaking Spanish and my mom speaking both English and Spanish. And at the age of 8 years old my mom and dad took me and siblings to Mexico and studying, but learning new ways how to write and read. Made me suffer a lot, even though my mother and father always made me practice and not forgetting allowed me to understand many things. And at the age of 13 years old my mom and my dad brought me back to the United States to study and for me it was really difficult because I was already used in writing and ready in one language for me it was basically like for me knowing a new
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.
Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.
High school has impacted my life in so many ways. High School taught me so many things, from personal relationships to creating a relationship with my education. As a freshman, I made a huge amount of mistakes and I regret doing foolish things, but I’ve realized, I was only maturing into the young adult I am today. Freshman year, I was out of focus and I was only trying to find myself. I would also prioritize other things and ignore my parent’s advice, where they would tell me to focus in school and give it my full attention.
I was sitting in the Doctor Who covered room, looking at the confusing, empty schedule, I had 30 minutes to fill in my life for the next year. Junior High. I am going into seventh grade. I thought of a younger me, walking through the halls of Webster, thinking, "I 'm a second grader now". But, she has a long way to go. And I do too. One year later, I 've only kept 2 friends, and gain many more. I must have chosen right, by luck, one year ago. Yet, I have another empty page, 30 minutes, and life to
Entering high school my freshman year, many things were new to me, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to get involved in as a student. The only thing I was sure of was that I was going to play high school soccer. I’d been playing soccer since I was about 8 years old, and finally having the ability to play for the high school I grew up watching was exhilarating. My main goal going into the soccer program was that I wanted to make the varsity soccer team by my senior year in high school- my brother had been a former varsity player, and I greatly wanted to fill his shoes and leave my mark at the school. Throughout my four years in the program, that was my main focus, but I was happy to discover that I was also making friends along the way. Although
Freshman year was an interesting time because of all the things that happened to me. I really had few friends when I got here and my parents would talk this up to make it sound better than it actually was. Thank god i had a sister who was graduating here because she told me what it was really like. She told me it sucked your first year but you will make it and how we have a terrible cafeteria and the west just kinda sucks in general. But there are really good freshmen teachers and that is what makes it all ok. So my first day I almost missed my bus but I made it to school on time. But when I got to school I was so scared I hade science first and mr. Bailey was so cool and he had a snake in his room and when he feed it mice we all freaked
I wish I could go back to kindergarten. “The same boys who got detention in elementary school for beating the crap out of people are now rewarded for it. They call it football.” Laurie Halse Anderson. High school is a rough place like elementary with testosterone and steroids. It’s extremely fast paced and people won’t slow down for you nor anyone else either.
During my last year of Middle School I was diagnosed with depression. This illness caused me to discourage my abilities and it deeply affected my social skills. At the same time I was also being bullied by other kids at school. I remember silently crying every day as I walked home from the bus stop. When I was first diagnosed, the doctors told me that isolating the problem was a good thing. They told me that isolating the problem would give me strength. It didn’t. I was scared that people would judge me because I wasn’t perfectly healthy like everyone else.
In the middle of the winter of the 5th grade school year at Kaneland Mcdole Elementary, I decided to cover for my best friend so he wouldn't get in trouble from my teacher. It was very cold while I waited at the bus stop every morning trying to amuse myself by sliding down the icy driveways. Ethan S., Sergio, and Grant were my best friends in 5th grade. Sergio was Mexican and a little shorter than me. He also sat next to me in desks of 5 or 4. Grant was the best of friend anyone could have. He loved sports and sitting next to me on the bus. We got on the bus and on the way to school.