I want to tell you a story about something else. A real life lesson that I learned in school, something truly beneficial to my future. My senior year of high school taught me many things, however nothing compared to what I learned when I hit rock bottom that year. My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before.
I am describing my junior year with the word tutorial because I look at it as a lesson that I did not have to study for, I just had to be ready to deal with anything harsh that was to ever be thrown at me or into my direction. From my junior year, I remember so many things such as being kicked out of my first high school and attending my second semester of my junior year at Euclid High School, making good grades, having a few friends with many laughs, trying to participate in events that the school would hold so that I could be more involved with the school staff as well the student body, helping out with the yearbook class, and having conversations, that will remain unforgettable, with the adults of Villa Angela- St. Joseph High
The bell, loud and startling, rang as students stormed the hallways after a nice break from classes. Her fourth and fifth period consisted of introductions, class syllabus’, and get-to-know-you games. Lauren was in Algebra when the last bell of the day rang. She sighed in relief, she had just survived the first day of high school. While patiently waiting for her ride, she thought about her day.
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
My survival experience is still going on today and has been for the past 8 years. I’ve tried going to councilors and talking to my parents, but nothing worked. I guess all I have left is to just get through middle school and hopefully it gets better in high school. Like most, I am a very healthy, average 13 year old girl.
The Only Child Since I was young, my mom has always said that ‘I have a single child. If I cannot raise you well, they will blame me not you.’ I cannot count that how many times she said this to me. Even though each time sentence structure and word choice she used are different, the essence is still the same. One summer, when I was sixth grade and had to take a high school entrance exam.
Freshman year of college. It was the year that held my emotions in a turbulent roller coaster ride; on this ride however, there were no seatbelts. Growing up, life was a constant smooth run and I rarely ever had to deal with unbearable situations. I enjoyed writing and teaching. Naturally, I was working towards becoming a high school English teacher, just like Ms. Mirmozaffari, my favorite person throughout my high school career.
I did my homework everyday, I payed attention, and I actually gained an understanding of the material I was learning. I went as far to ask my parents to give me a tutor to be certain I had no excuses. And now in my senior year in highschool my grade never dropped below a B. Refusal to fail is now in my
I grew up in an environment where academics were not a priority on my list. My mom insisted that as long as I tried my best, nothing else mattered. Throughout middle school and the beginning of my high school years, I was convinced that my best was average. I was a C-student who spent most of his time in suspension, and I didn’t pay attention when I did go to class. However, my sophomore year led me to take a different perspective.
Everyone in high school looks to one thing their whole 4 years of high school that is graduation I never really realized it till it hit me I 'm a senior in high school and I have no idea what I am doing I have a 2.0 GPA and I never really took school seriously I 've learned a lot of very important lessons these past 4 years. The first thing I learned is to enjoy life at the moment because time flies very quickly in the blink of an eye you 're all grown up. The second thing I learned was you should have fun but not too much fun there are things I regret and then there are the things I know I did right. I 've made some really bad decisions
When I first started Unity high school I was nervous high school was going to be rough and hard to make friends but I 've been enjoying high school so far in freshman year. The biggest fear for me in high school was that there were going to be little bit of people to hang out with. This freshman year I have not joined any clubs but sophomore year I would consider joining clubs. This freshman year I don 't think I 've changed much from middle school
Growing up, my parents pushed me to do my best in school; I didn’t question it much, although looking back, I recognize that schooling is a vital component to be successful in life. I will be attending UNR this fall, the first in my family to do so. Being a first generation college student, my parents cannot provide any information regarding college classes, scholarships, or tutoring. I’ve worked diligently throughout high school but I cannot venture into college blind; TRiO would be a highly beneficial program enabling me to reach my potential in college.
I’ve never wrote a diary before, I thought it was pointless, why write something that no one is going to read? I go back to school in 2 days which is pretty depressing after having such an exhilarating summer. I’ll be going into my final year, which is pretty daunting. Not only am I going through puberty, training to be in the 2016 Olympics, boys and sometimes even girls. ??? I will be the new person at school
Yes. I graduated from the Texans Can Academy, an alternative high school for at-risk students. My level of preparation upon graduation was subpar. Since college was never part of my plans I never took an SAT or ACT. Throughout high school I was learning a foreign language and adapting to a new culture all while learning the required material in grade school.
It marked the beginning of our freshman year together. Even though it feels like this picture was taken forever ago, it also feels like it was just yesterday. I never believed people when they said that high school flies by, until this year, my junior year. I was just beginning in this picture. I would have never guessed my life would be how it is now.