One time I came across failure. It all started when playing in a baseball game for Serra High School. Up to that game we had been undefeated in league play. As the game moved along it got more and more intense. Every batter and runner on base you could tell both teams were completely focused on winning that game.
The balloons are out, the flowers are in bloom, I smell summer. I smell a summer like no other. Not because the groundhog came out early this year, or because I was one year older, but because I was a graduate, from Gilkey International middle school (finally). Sophie comes up to me yelling, super excited for the night ahead, graduation. As we rehearse our ceremony, in our high inched heels and dainty fake eyelashes Charlie runs up behind us screaming in our ear jumping us out of our own skin.
I didn’t have the heart to tell my parents what happened, in fear that they would be just as disappointed. My parents eventually confronted me after the school had called in concern for my well being, since I had missed so class. I confessed what had happened, and how I was too ashamed and afraid to go back to the classroom to face Shelley-Barnes and my fellow classmates. However, instead of being disappointed, they were furious at what my teacher had said. Every night my parents and I worked together to prepare for the AP exam, and by the time Spring came around, I was ready to prove to Shelley-Barnes just how much she had underestimated
February sixth was the day of my last middle school game. We were playing our rivals , Ledford middle school. The first time we played them we only lost by two points. The first five starters for Ledford and our first five including myself were all standing at half court for tip off. The ref. threw the ball up and Gillian tipped it back to me.
In 7th grade, I transferred from Bryan Middle school to Visitation Catholic School and there was not enough room in the accelerated math program, which ultimately set me behind. In high school, I found myself bored in math and knew I needed to challenge myself, so I ended up setting up a meeting with the math department head and we discussed my options. Sophomore year, I ended up taking two math classes, which was not easy; double the test, quizzes and lessons! However, by taking two math classes, I was able to get myself into a higher math class which ultimately was my goal, and achieving it was an amazing feeling.
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.
Roosevelt High School located in Johnstown, Colorado a small town. Here we are very prideful of our "old school"; literally we have an old school that is over populated. Well it’s the details that paint the perfect picture, I 've throughout my four-years have enjoyed every moment! It 's shaped the man I am today, when I started my first day freshmen year I didn 't know what to expect. I went with the flow of RHS, which to me was doing what my buddies did.
When it comes to sports my family has many ties to Middletown High School South. In the Going as far back as the 1980’s when my Dad attended the same high school. He was a standout wrestler for the team and was given multiple scholarships to wrestle in college. My family name is everywhere within the trophy rooms and walls of Middletown South. I am the youngest of three children with two older sisters coming through high school before me.
Waves of nausea and dread swept over me as I contemplated the true extent of my failure to convince my parents. After working for three long years toward the exalted senior year, I was stripped of my illustrious power as a reigning senior in one horrifying instant. I would not be the aloof, superior by default senior; I would be the nervous, disoriented new kid with no friends and no idea where my next class was. In a few short weeks, everything in our house would be packed up, as would my life in
I was in 6th grade and at the end of the year there wasn't an honor roll assembly and my parents didn't think I got on the honor roll. “Cameron? Why didn’t you get on the honor roll,” Mom said “You said you would get honor roll because you got a seven at the end of the year Project?!!” “I don't know I'll ask when I get into seventh grade.” Cameron Said After losing so much over that summer, I was building up anticipation and when it was about mid summer
I hated it. Everything about it made me want to run away. The students, the teachers, my classes, just everything. I sat alone in lunch and I had no friends to hang around with. I got bullied.
My Collapse and Restitution When people see me walking through the halls of school, or walking down the street they may see me as an underachiever, or even a slacker; if they had seen me last year or the year before perhaps they would have been right. My Freshman and Sophomore year I struggled to pass many of my classes. I had begun to give up on anything school related for the purpose of "enjoying my youth while I still could". Back in November of my Freshman year my Uncle Gary passed away suddenly of a heart attack which made me begin to realize the importance of living a full life and doing what is important to you. To tell the truth, I despise the idea of becoming someone who works in an office for the entirety of their life in a dead
Growing up, my father was in the army so we moved quite a bit. All of the elementary schools that I attended were either private international schools or schools on military bases. It wasn’t until middle school, when my dad retired from the military, that I first experienced a public school. The middle school I attended was very culturally and economically diverse, as was my high school.
My first week of eighth grade turned into a rough start after the most precious person in my life, vanished before my eyes. Around summer of 2009, it was only the second day of school. It was a pretty sticky and steamy day outside. While I was getting ready for school, my mom got a call from one of my aunts. “You’re not going to school today.”
I turned to see my teacher’s mildly concerned face. I choked back sobs and nodded. I just wanted to keep going, and carry on with the mind numbing routine of school. I knew if I stopped I would break down. But no one moved fast enough in the hallway and the trapped feeling flooded back into my soul again.
