“Are you sure you have everything?” my mom asked one last time. I smiled and nodded yes for the fifth time. My mom, dad, and half-asleep little sister walked with me out of the small conference room along with other sad, but proud families. This was the last time I would see my family this summer for I was participating in the UCLA High School Summer Research Program (HSSRP). My dad looked at me and grinned. He held his hand out and we fist bumped. “Good Luck,” he said in a calm tone. After saying bye to my mom once more, we went our separate ways and my new challenge had begun.
They say that high school is not necessarily the best four years of your life, and I agree. However, I believe that it is a place for unique growth and development–both of which are factors in finding the best in ourselves. With all of this said, I can say that entering Miriam College High School has definitely and ultimately transformed me to become the intellectually and spiritually focused woman I am today.
Entering high school my freshman year, many things were new to me, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to get involved in as a student. The only thing I was sure of was that I was going to play high school soccer. I’d been playing soccer since I was about 8 years old, and finally having the ability to play for the high school I grew up watching was exhilarating. My main goal going into the soccer program was that I wanted to make the varsity soccer team by my senior year in high school- my brother had been a former varsity player, and I greatly wanted to fill his shoes and leave my mark at the school. Throughout my four years in the program, that was my main focus, but I was happy to discover that I was also making friends along the way. Although
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
During my freshman year of high school I struggled in many areas of my life including personal, social, and academic. I was in an emotionally abusive relationship, struggling with my self-esteem, and fighting to keep my grades above c 's. Since then I have grown, learned from my experiences and it can all be seen through my transcripts and the friend group I now surround myself with.
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. Both of my sisters were outstanding runners for Middletown South and are now running on collegiate levels. Then there is me following in my dad 's footsteps, trying to leave my mark in Middletown South 's wrestling history.
When I started Unity High School I thought that it was going to be boring school because my first choice was Skyline but my mom made me come to this school so I had to obey what my mom wants because she takes care of me and helps me with whatever I need help with so going to the school that she wanted me to go to was the least I could have done. I thought that high school was going to be difficult because the work that my brother would bring home when he was in high school looked really hard and I did not understand most of the work he needed to complete. But I realized that I need to be taught the material before I go on and do the work and I learned that as soon as I started high school because I started getting the same work that my brother
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The past four years I’ve spent at Pascack hills High School has matured me in many ways. However sports is the one thing that helped me grow the most as a person
Beep, beep, beep, beep, bee- “Ugh,” I groaned. It was Wednesday morning and I had a big math final today. I got up out of bed and went to go open my white curtains, that hung low to my floor. The sun welcomed my face with a warm, bright embrace. Trying to avoid stepping over my school books and clothes, which are currently sunbathing on my dark hardwood floor, I went to go check my phone in bed. I saw nothing unusual, a bunch of Snapchat notifications, couple texts from my boyfriend, messages from my friends, some pictures that I was tagged in; the usual. After looking through and answering them I checked the time, 6:04 am, then went to go get ready for school, of course, with some music. After getting dressed, doing my makeup, and freshening up, I grabbed my keys and my ID then headed to the bus stop.
During my freshman and sophomore years of high school, I was a dancer at a local studio and at Arts and Communications Magnet Academy (ACMA). Dancing was fun for me, I met a lot of great friends and was able to express myself through art. I genuinely loved going to ACMA. But, dancing and attending ACMA led me to meet someone who forced me into situations I never expected to be in. Although I wish I had not ever been forced into those circumstances, there is a silver lining to it. Before this story begins, I need to clarify; there is no immediate concern that is needed to be felt. Everything stated has been told to either my parents, my therapist, or a police officer.