The most significant challenge I faced in my life was during my sophomore year of high
Have you ever had to move away from something and you thought it was going to be the end of your life? I used to live in Colorado. For almost nine years I enjoyed growing up in Greeley CO. I met a lot of people, and finish school all the way up to half of my sophomore year. I was really excited to start my second year of high school. I thought it couldn 't get any better! I had all my friends in the same school and most of my classes. Since I wouldn 't be on the bottom as a freshman it was way more exciting to become a sophomore! I had great classes and the teachers were good. I passed all of my classes for my first semester. Between the one year you have two semesters and the end of the first semester you get your winter break and the end of the second semester you have the
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. I felt as if I should have stayed in middle school. I did not feel that I fit in with the rest of my peers not physically or mentally, aside from maturing I needed to work on getting fully comfortable with myself before I would be able to expose myself to others. You are so much more to me than just my mom, you are my best friend. Mom you are the
Many people believe that the transfer of high school is hard. What many people fail to see it that it 's only the advancement in technology and the fast paced school lifestyle.
I expected my first year in college to be one I would never forget. I was right; I will never forget my first year in college because I hated it. I attended Texas State University my freshman year and still a student. With a student population of over 35,000, I felt like it’ll be awesome. I would find a group of friends and be involved with our beautiful campus. But, this did not happen. During my high school senior year, my grandfather was diagnosed with terminal cancer. Everything was a waiting game from that point on. I was nervous to head out to college. I sucked it up and packed my bags. I guaranteed my grandpa I would call him and see him on the weekends. This want of seeing him became an obsession. I was isolated from everyone around me. Eventually, I hit depression hard. I would sleep all day and ignore meals to sleep. My roommate even went as far as telling me she felt sorry for me. Somehow, I
My Freshman year was the best year ever! I got to be in marching band, FFA, and I got a tremendous academic placing. I definitely did a great job this year compared to last year. I broke out of my comfort zone and worked my hardest to get a high GPA, and join some different clubs. I met new friends and even passed driver 's ed.
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. It took me about 2 years to find myself and know where I belonged. My behavior has improved, I know how and when to approach people. I’m also more involved with my education and I make goals for myself. I’m done having
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.
Seventh grade was awesome. School was still easy, and every Saturday morning I had a Bar-Mitzvah party to attend. Seventh grade was also really difficult. During fun Bar-Mitzvah parties I forced a smile; the ground was shaking from the music and the stomping of people dancing but I was stuck in my own head sitting at a table alone. Millions of Americans have depression, with a large number of cases developing during puberty, a statistic I was and still am included in. I have depression; no I am not depressed.
1.) I would have done a few things differently during Freshman year. I wish that I would’ve got all A’s this year. I would of studied more for my harder classes. I wish that I wouldn 't procrastinate in some of my harder classes. I also would’ve been more outgoing to try new sports/activities.
Middle school was a tough time for me, but it was not always that way in the beginning. During seventh grade, I knew all of my classmates. While I was starting a new chapter in my life, it felt great to have all these friends. I never knew during that time that I would end up regretting that. Something changed one day in the middle of seventh grade and somehow I became the school's outcast. I no longer hung out or even talked to the same people. I turned into the person who was at the end of everyone’s jokes. Luckily, I had a couple true friends that stood by my side through all of this. Almost everyday someone wanted to have a physical altercation with me; that’s just was not how I am, so I never fought back. I continued to let them bully
When I picked out my classes last spring for junior year, I struggled immensely on whether or not to sign up for advanced placement language and composition. I already had signed up for four other advanced placement courses, so by no means would I have been slacking if I defaulted to enroll in honors English in lieu of advanced placement. In addition, writing does not come easily for me either; I feel like I am in a constant state of writers block. Grammar also has a way of tripping me up too.
My first day of high school as a freshmen in a new level of education Is what I was thinking when I woke from slumber that morning in bed. Stepping foot on the campus wasn’t even the beginning, taking the school bus in the morning is where the first taste of being a freshmen and actually starting and being an high school student. I started to get really nervous and a sense of reality hit me. Walking towards the bus stop all I see is a huge group of high school students waiting around for the bus, calm and cool as I try to stay to be I approach the waiting area not knowing what to I’m getting into. This surge of anxiety
High school grows you into the person you are. I have great memories, good and bad, some learning experiences and some that I’ll take with me the rest of my life. My high school experience has influenced my development as a person inside and outside of the class by making me more independent, choosing friends wisely and teachers motivating me to attend college and accomplish goals I have set for myself.
The one think that sticks out to me though all of my years of education is my first year in school. Pre-K I remember this like yesterday I went to Hawthorne Elementary right on Josephine Street the building was an old tanned building I remember walking in the double door which I believe were this ugly brown color I know it did not go with the building my mom had was holding my hand in one hand and my other I had white with blue line baby blanket I did not leave anywhere with that blanket as we walk up some tiny steps into the hallway my five year four year old self was feeling great because all I was thinking was I have my mom with me and we are going to have a great day as we walking down the hallway into the cafeteria which smelled with a mix of pancakes and tacos with kids and a parents everyone it was not too bright in there at a dim look to it when we walked in to the cafeteria we meet a teacher aid by the name of Mrs. Carmen she was an old Hispanic lady with white blond hair sweet lady. my mom told me to go with Mrs. Carmen as she took my barney shaped backpack off my back and placed it on the table when my mom did that I