I was a good student and always did my work in class and tried to stay ahead when dealing with school. Unfortunately l I started hanging around the wrong people who liked to do the complete opposite of what I had been doing. Hanging with these so called friends I found myself skipping class and leaving campus more often. I started picking up bad habits early in my high school career. The innocence left my eyes and I started viewing things differently.
Therefore, my most challenging education experience would have had to been going from a less fortunate school to a more fortunate school. My junior year started of an little rocky. I was considered an “tweener” I was a junior but, my credits portrayed me as a sophomore. My aunt and I had a sit down with my teachers to see how I was doing in everything and my English teacher said that I was doing fine but, when fourth quarter report cards were released the grade said otherwise. When one feels like they have accomplished something and really have not it is
He was the second of three children, and his parents had a good reputation in their community. James' mother was very tender with him as a consequence of delicate health, yet she required him to render an account of all his actions and words while absent from her. In a brief autobiography he wrote in 1855, Strang reported that he had attended grade school until age twelve, but that "the terms were usually short, the teachers inexperienced and ill qualified to teach, and my health such as to preclude attentive study or steady attendance." He estimated that his time in a classroom during those years totaled six months. But none of this meant that Strang was illiterate or simple.
I started out my senior year discouraged I start up my senior year not with the people that I have started my high school career with. I started out my senior not belonging to a group of people or having a sense of connection with a group of people. I started out my senior without the class that I had planned to graduate with the class that I had went through all of my high school career with. The class that I was President for for two consecutive years the class that I cared so much about the people that I had loved so dearly. The class that I had a sense of family with.
How Stupid I am and Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Accept Me Dear admission officer, I know it will be a boring essay for you if I tell you about how sad my life is and I didn’t want to brag about how brilliant I am either. So, to catch your attention, I have decided to write an essay about how stupid I am and reasons why you shouldn’t accept me into your school. In my first semester on primary school, I was ranked 48th out of 60 students but surprisingly, I was 15th the next semester and 7th in my third semester. Since then I keep improving myself until now on my last year of senior high school, I am the first in my class. I don’t mean to show off but I can’t really resist the temptation because I worked my way out all the way from the bottom to this point.
I knew very little English when I moved to the States in second grade, so I was enrolled in an ESL program at a local public elementary school in Boston. It was very difficult to make new friends in the beginning because of communication problems, but
During my sophomore year of high school I found myself very confused about who I was and what direction I should head toward. There were so many options that I could have chose but I did not have a clue of who I was so it was hard to go in a certain direction if I did not know who I was first. Then at the start of the school year, in my Geometry class I found myself sitting to now my best friend, Brendan and we were first strangers but over the course of the semester we grew very close. We saw that we both had the same exact interests and that we shared many common beliefs which led to us creating a strong bond. The more I learned about him, I found myself also learning about myself at the same time which allowed me to gain an understanding of who I was.
As I grew up it got even harder because in elementary school and junior high we are “forced” to speak in English. In high school it was a different story because I attended a high school where even the teachers spoke only Spanish. I used to walk around two miles to get to school and instead of listening to music I formed a technique to practice English. I have the capacity to create a whole fictional story in mind; I found about this when I would walk those two miles back and forth each day. With my technique of creating stories in my mind, I was able to practice the language of English; the bad part is that I never got the chance to practice pronunciation that much.
Kailey Strothoff Matheny The Moment’s in My Life That Made Me Aware of Language Other than learning to speak and write English when I was a baby through Kindergarten, there isn’t any particular one person or major event in my life that made me more aware of language, there are several. However, my interests in a different form of language started when I started learning Spanish in high school, over the course of 3 different teachers. Each teacher came with their own accent and different teaching styles. My first teacher, her favorite way to teach us was through singing songs in Spanish. At first it was fun and cool because we didn’t have that many worksheets to do, but after a while it started to get boring because it would be the same songs over and over again.
My grandparents did not attend High School; therefore, education was not really important to their families. My father has six siblings; he is the second oldest. When he turned 7, he started to work in order to help his family; hence, he had a difficult childhood. At age 15, he was determined to continue his education and worked hard to graduate from high school. At this age, his desire to learn a new language began, and he taught himself English.