It was uncomfortable for me to be around my classmates, but everyone in the class seems to be nice to me because I was the new kid. They didn’t have problems with me and I didn’t have problems with them. As time goes on, I began to feel
I completed my placement hours at Northside High School. The population of the school is four hundred and seventy students. Of those four hundred and seventy students enrolled at Northside, 95% are White, 2% are Black, 2% are Hispanic, and 1% is Other. The percentage of students identified as living below the poverty index is 33%. Northside had eight class periods a day, which meant each class period was around forty minutes. Northside allowed their students to bring backpacks, have a ten-minute break after second period, and eat lunch in the cafeteria without their fifth period teacher present in the cafeteria. I noticed most of the students brought their lunches and were very well dressed. Most of the students from Northside seem to come
I had a hard time going back to Blackfoot High because of how terrible my life had become while I was there and how much better my life had become in that one day at Bingham Academy. I could’ve decided to go to Firth or Shelly, but my parents and I wanted me to stay in Blackfoot. Due to this desire, I went to Bingham Academy instead. All I knew is that I did not want to stay at Blackfoot High. I did well academically while I studied there, but social pressures are a big deal, especially at my age.
When coming to Arcadia High School I didn’t know what to feel like, would I say frightened, worried, or energized? For this reason I decided that I felt confused. I was a bit stressed at the thought of getting bad grades. I entered school and saw what looked like a beehive of people going where they needed to go. So like many freshmen on their first day I got lost looking for my first class, it was such a big school and many of the halls weren’t even in alphabetical order. I wound up asking one of the construction workers and they told me that it was “over there”. I didn’t understand because they didn’t point in any direction, I started walking around the corner and saw the same construction worker again, I asked him again and this time he
My first day in school was horrible. I didn’t know anyone and I knew very little english, words like “may I use the bathroom, Hi, yes, no,and thank you”. The only person that talked to me the first day was the teacher I did not end up not making friends. I cried for 2 months when we first moved here I hated everything I missed my old house, my friends and my school. I was mad at my mom for making us move here and my dad for moving here in the first place.
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. So, I went through volleyball season as a freshman at Owensville High School, and it was a good couple of months while it lasted. Come basketball season, I didn’t want to play at Owensville, I wanted to come to Sullivan, and
As a child, high school seemed like a place that was miles away. Everything about it- with the exception of the graffitied bathroom stalls-lit up my eyes with the dream that I would one day be walking down its halls as a student. Although high school felt so far away, Montville High School itself was no stranger to me. When I was younger, my mom tortured me by sending me to the Chinese program held there every Sunday. I also used the school’s athletic facilities from joining the recreation track program, which I stopped going to after two weeks from discovering my antipathy for physical activity. From all of this, I quickly became familiar with what others would think as the overwhelming layout of the school. For some reason, I had always felt
We all remember how terrified, clueless and lost we felt during our freshman year of high school. By the time sophomore year rolls around, you have a decent amount of friends, you know where your homeroom is, and you 're pretty much used to everything the school has to offer. During my freshman year, I felt the most typical emotions a freshman would feel from starting a new school. Similarly, in the beginning of my sophomore year, I experienced some of the same emotions as a result of transferring to a new school. The ninth grade was not a great year for me academically, socially and emotionally.
Attending a small school for now 5 years, I understand that most kids at my age go to a larger middle school with a graduating class of approximately 200-300 kids in their class, but going to a large school, teachers don 't have time to spend on a specific individual for many things, and I find myself lucky to get that at North Cape. Going through many situations and conflicts at North Cape led me in temporary unfortunate paths, but greatly impacted my reason to try and change to become a more successful individual in my education and life that made a permanent change. It all started 7th grade year, I wasn 't trying, it was as simple as that, until I received a suspension that was for an unnecessary conflict. I then had decided to try and get good grades and do something worth my time and put a smile on my family’s face. Because of the decision I made, things got better and made me feel better as a person, and made me realize I’m not only doing this for my family; I 'm doing it for myself.
As a junior I moved from Ryan HIgh School to Braswell High School due to my zoning with the new school. Braswell High School was a brand new high school. I attended the first year it was open in which the highest grade level they offered was juniors. Most of the students moved from their old high schools to Braswell were devastated due to the strong school spirit at their previous schools. The administration at Braswell attempted to inspire new school spirit in all the students especially the junior class. Most of the junior class were very against this idea at first including myself.
My time at Plainville High School has been the best four years of my life. I have always had a strong work ethic and I put 100% into everything I do; whether it be in the classroom or outside. My grades have been impeccable my past 4 years. I’ve maintained a 4.0 GPA while enrolling in AP and honors classes. These classes give substantial homework but with strategic time management, I find a way to cope with the large workflow. Being the editor of the yearbook and photographer for the school demonstrates my good work ethic. Being diligent about getting projects done before deadlines only prove my candidacy for this scholarship.
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