Sophomore year was an especially hard year for me. It was my second year at Wahlert High School and because I was the new kid the beginning of freshman year, I still felt like the new girl. Plus, I was trying to maintain my social life, play volleyball, participate in band, choir and show choir, act in plays, and manage school and homework. School has always been easy for me. Kindergarten through eighth grade I never actually tried on assignments, or even tests for that matter.
An outsider: a person who does not belong. I stepped onto the chilly, uninviting plane with a sparkle of hope and adventure in my eyes. I was flying in an enormous plane to go on a gruesome eighteen hour flight. At first sight, every single person shot at us, not because we were flying a plane. But, because we were eight American- Russians, with expensive handbags and drew the most attention to ourselves with four carry- on suitcases because of the two week long trip. The trip started a couple days after school ended, when everyone was enjoying the amazing freedom of summer, I was stuck on a large, yet claustrophobic vessil.As I stood up from the luxurious business class, my legs stgarted to tingle with excitement. Well that, or I have been
My Everlasting Quest I am a child of immigrant parents, although we are not the wealthiest and they may have had struggles when moving to Canada, my life has been great so far with the efforts of my family. It all began when I was born in Ottawa, at the civic hospital on May 12 2001. My full name is Morgan Lee Khai Chau. My parents come from Vietnam, they immigrated to Canada around the 1900s because of all the violence going around in their home country, they also wanted a better life and future for themselves and their families. My family is made up of my parents, my older brother and my older sister.
Conversely, when I transferred schools for my sophomore year, it was as diverse as New York City. Unlike my first school located near the city, this new school was pinpointed right in the middle of the suburbs. I finally felt like I belonged there, yet again I naturally felt lost in a sea of people. Just like my freshman year, everyone in my grade actually knew one another. Instead of ignoring me, my peers knew that I was a newbie in the school, so a lot of them ventured out of their way to get to know me.
Going to a new school for me was nerve wracking because I did not know how to speak the language, but I did understand it. Surprisingly, I made a friend on my first day. I remember going home with a huge smile on my face because I did not know that I would make a friend that easily. A few weeks passed, and I was friends with everyone in my class.
High school was a roller coaster ride for me, from the endless fun of parties to the minor breakdowns and panic attacks that would land myself in the hospital. The pressure and stress got to me and the fact that failing out of the school that I’ve been going to for twelve years with long life friends was coming to an end. Now that I look back at it though it might have been the best decision for my well-being because then I would of not been able to meet the people that I met at Chamblee Charter High School. You would think moving from a private to a public school would be a big cultural shock, you are very correct. Atlanta International School, which was the school I went for basically my whole life, was a very open minded, well rounded, and accepting establishment since the most of the students where from all over the world.
I got so jealous, angry, and frustrated that we eventually stopped being friends. My view of the world had forever changed since that one moment in middle school. I began to stop
My first year in high school was the most challenging year I faced. I had few friends, intimidating classes, and a very low self esteem. My first few weeks were hard trying to fit in. Everything seemed so challenging and I couldn't help but hang out with the troublemakers in class. It was the only place I could find myself being able to make friends.
The Beginning….It was an early chilly morning in November of 2009. My dad, his friends, another kid, and me all loaded up in one truck ready to head east. I was only seven years old. We were going to Missouri to hunt whitetail. This was going to be the farthest away from home I have ever been. I was excited to go hunt in a different state with different types of animals. We left from Beaver, Utah early that morning ready for the long drive through three states. The first was Colorado, and then onto Kansas. We left on a mission just like in the start of the Odyssey where they left to go fight Troy. The kid that came with us was a couple years older than me. On the way there he started to throw a fit. He was home sick and crying a lot. I just wanted to plug my ears with something so I wouldn 't have to hear it. This is how it must 've felt when Odysseus plugged his men 's ears with beeswax so the wouldn 't hear the sirens.
I have been doing some thinking about our conversation a few days ago and have concluded that I will take you up on the offer! I just sold my old bike and now have some money left over that I can use to pay for those seminars. I am going to see how soon I can get this done, I am going to look at the dates and send my form in.
I used to be so oblivious. I would attend school every day and criticize my surroundings, little did I know how much I actually had. Come junior year, I observed a flyer for a club called S.A.L.T. (Student-Athlete Leadership Team), it seemed interesting to me so I decided to fill out an application. During our first meeting at 6:45 in the morning, Coach Jones, the head of the club, explained, “I did not cut anyone since you will cut yourself, you will give up and you will not want to put the work in, so you will stop coming. As a result, I will know who our leaders are”. That proclamation was something that genuinely made me think.
Over the last fifteen years, I have grown mentally and socially. I credit my growth to my ability to analyze and understand the world for what it is. Social imagination is the use of information to understand the world and ourselves for who we are. Possessing the quality of mind that can develop reason and the capacity to shift perspectives are the basis of social imagination (Mills 2000). As I mentioned in reflection one, I came to realize that my way of thinking is what helped me overcome living a poor lifestyle. Understanding social imagination means understanding yourself; being aware of factors that give to your personal history and having the ability to develop reason to understand the world better. The fresh fruit of social imagination
Kindergarten to 8th grade I attended a private school called Holy Family Catholic School. The school was very small along with classes, teachers extremely strict and hallways always quiet, the totally opposite from Dr. Henry A. Wise. My first day of high school I was very nervous I was not used to big classes, endless amount of students in the halls and the loud ruckus. This was an educational challenge for me because it was a totally different learning environment for me that i had to get used to quickly. My studying habits also challenged me through high school because test and quizzes were given out frequently and if you didn't know how to study you probably wouldn’t get a good grade.