Hyun Wook Choi 5
2 BS Management 162493 Sir. Lorenzo Z. Lerma
Personal Reflection Paper
One of the significant events happened in my life is when I was being bullied by my classmates back in first year. When I was studying back in Korea, I was used to be one of the noisy and mischievous (makulit) student. I believe that I was an extrovert back then because I was social with people and I never felt shy in front of them. I was a confident student but ever since the event happened, I became an introvert. I became one of the quite people who avoid being social and feel shy being focused by people. I guess there are some psychological perspective being involved.
The event happened when I moved to the Philippines to
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Few months after, I started going to a school called ‘Philippine Chen Kuang High School’ as a first-year high school student. It was a Chinese school which I never saw a single Chinese but everyone was a Filipino. The school taught English subjects in the morning then they taught Chinese subjects in the afternoon. When I started going to the school, of course, I did not understand what people were saying and that made me to become a quite student even more. The event happens when I started to interact with the classmates. I started asking stuff that I don’t understand in the classroom but they were just laughing at me. They never tried to help me with anything and I thought it was because either my pronunciation was bad or my grammar was wrong. Few days after I studied in the school, things happened. Things like someone stealing my books, someone putting trashes in my bag, someone cutting my books into half and more. I never knew why such things were happening but I knew who did those things. They were the guys seating at the back in the classroom who like to bully others. It even got worse that it went to the point they started to punch me without a reason. Maybe they
Yet, I also felt excited and happy to be there, to be with other children and be at school. But, being an immigrant child at the time, I did not understand the culture. As my solution, I followed what my classmates did without any knowledge of whether it was right or wrong. Without even understanding what I did, I made many mistakes and got into a heap of
A time when I was faced with a significant challenge, but learned to overcome it was sophomore and junior year in history. History has always seem to be the class I tend to struggle in, no matter who I sit next to or how many notes I take. Sophomore as time when on to second semester I realized I wasn’t doing well; I was procrastinating with homework, not doing well on test, and stated to pay less attention in class. I got a D for the first semester and when I saw that on my report card I knew I had to change something. I realized history need to become a much higher priority.
Welcome to all the teachers, administrators, peers, and families. Although I cannot believe it, my time at Lionville Middle School has surpassed. It seems like just yesterday I was wide-eyed and frightened standing at the front entrance with my friends from elementary, knowing nothing about the years ahead. I still remember my first thoughts of Lionville, which were luckily proven to be wrong, considering how horrific they were. My younger self believed the school would be a rushing whirlpool of responsibility and new people, filled with long eerie hallways I could not navigate through.
Growing up there were many time where things would happen but I was too young to realize it or even know what was happening. As time went passed thing got better and less noticeable but that is when things normally take a turn for the worse. But most people when looking at me would say he is African American but in reality yes I am partly African American
instead I was tossed a red bag of orange triangles that looked completely inedible. I was confused to say the least. It hit me then that although we both speak English, there was still a barrier. School was no better. Although I was adjusting, I became tired of being treated like a parrot, repeating words back while people listened in amazement.
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’m Lore Heumann I was 13 years I died in the holocaust here is my life story. I was the youngest child of my family the only children in my family was me and my big sister margot, I was born into to jewish in a village close to the belgian border. My family lived close to our general store. And around the street was my grandpa he kept cows and horse in his farm, grandma said that she had to go somewhere for a long time, it’s been six months seen I saw her. I loved talk to my friends and to play with my dolls my parents bought me.
Narrative: I moved to Kansas City, Kansas seven years ago. It all started when I was in 6th grade with these girls. I was a different race then them. They thought it would be cool to mess and try to get rid of the white girl. One day, they decided to try everything they possibly can to get me kicked out.
I woke up one day and I was shaking. I was shaking because today I got up in front of the crowd to get my diploma. My 8th grade graduation was today! I could not walk, or speak. Stuff went through my head, “Am I going to have to speak in public?
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.
High school has impacted my life in so many ways. High School taught me so many things, from personal relationships to creating a relationship with my education. As a freshman, I made a huge amount of mistakes and I regret doing foolish things, but I’ve realized, I was only maturing into the young adult I am today. Freshman year, I was out of focus and I was only trying to find myself. I would also prioritize other things and ignore my parent’s advice, where they would tell me to focus in school and give it my full attention.
Personal Narrative Essay Believe it or not, sometimes a gracious action can bring a huge influence on a person. When I read the introduction that instructor Heller wrote, there is a sentence she wrote: “Sometimes the most influential moments in our lives are smaller moments, events that we may not recognize as influential until years after the experience.” For some reason, I related to it strongly. My story is about my high school experience. Also, I will share some significant moments in my life, and how these smaller moments changed my personality.
My first day of high school as a freshmen in a new level of education Is what I was thinking when I woke from slumber that morning in bed. Stepping foot on the campus wasn’t even the beginning, taking the school bus in the morning is where the first taste of being a freshmen and actually starting and being an high school student. I started to get really nervous and a sense of reality hit me. Walking towards the bus stop all I see is a huge group of high school students waiting around for the bus, calm and cool as I try to stay to be I approach the waiting area not knowing what to I’m getting into.
High school grows you into the person you are. I have great memories, good and bad, some learning experiences and some that I’ll take with me the rest of my life. My high school experience has influenced my development as a person inside and outside of the class by making me more independent, choosing friends wisely and teachers motivating me to attend college and accomplish goals I have set for myself. I have gained my independence slowly throughout high school. The importance of being independent is being secure with who you are and what you believe in.
On that day, I not only get late for my first lecture but I also had a fight with my mother. She was telling me to clean my room before I leave which was not less than a lecture for me in the early morning. I get frustrated and not only said her some rude words but was quite loud to her. I left the house in anger therefore I didn’t attend the first lecture. Meanwhile to spend some time I went to cafeteria.