I always felt like I could not get the grades I wanted. At such a young age, I had to learn how to deal with people thinking that I wouldn 't be able to be successful, and proving them wrong. Once I got to high school, I was embarrassed of my own nationality because I did
We had known each other for about a year but that was a lot so we continued to go from there at last we got on to high school but in my sophomore year, It was like I was living a nightmare With great terror, I screamed for help but no one was there it felt as if I was paralyzed in a lone dark room with no sigh of light what so ever. Time was running out with no way out, I was slowly suffocating. But when I woke up and went to school I wanted to never come back. I wanted a time machine to go back to see what I had done wrong. Why did it have to be on the day of my birthday?
Before going to Immaculata, I went to Hillsborough High School. Despite the acclaim the school gets, such as recently being ranked the fourteenth best school in the state of New Jersey, I was extremely miserable for the entirety of the time I went to the school. I had nobody I could talk with within the school, as every student avoided me, and the guidance counselors were more concerned with burying complaints to continue advertising a positive environment. Not even my teachers cared about me, as I would often be ignored when asking questions and I was even skipped over when groups were assigned multiple times. By the end of Sophomore year, I was extremely depressed, and would have no energy to do anything after doing my homework.
Having dyslexia throughout elementary school is one of the biggest challenges for a child. Growing up working twice as hard as the other kids and proving that there’s nothing mentally wrong with you is a rough thing to do. I felt that this will interfere with my educational goals of going to college. The obstacles I had to encounter when I was young changed my life for the better. With the help of my father.
Throughout my early highschool years I struggled with math, many of my teachers didn’t stay the same, I changed who I called my friends, and I changed how I spend my free time during the winter. High School is tough. It’s nothing like middle school. During my Freshman year of highschool I had to take Algebra I. Algebra one started out as a review of stuff I learned in Junior High. Eventually though the year I couldn’t keep up with the work and I no longer understood what was being taught to me.
With all of that racism happening at that specific time period it was a really unexpected opportunity. He then now started going to high school with the other two “siblings” he was living with. At first everything for him was really hard. He was getting accustomed to a different way of life. He comes from somewhere with no education he is now staying for tutoring in order to get better.
I would take more risk in life because I would pushed my self harder or maybe do something I wouldn 't normally do. The high school experience influence me to work with special Ed kids or work with kids as I get older. It showed me that no matter what your disability you can make your dreams come true if you work hard at school and graduate from high school because if you graduate you 're already a step ahead of everyone who dropped out of high school. The humorous incident that happen to me this high school year was that I was walking to first period, I was very tired I only had 5hrs of sleep the night before I thought the door was open so I went to open it and I tryed to open it and it was locked so pull so hard that when I let ago fell on butt. At the time I did not thought it was open it actually hurt but now I looked back it was very funny.
My experiences in my four years of East High School, have been completely life changing. I have learned so much about myself, who I am, who I want to be, and what I’m capable of. These wonderful memories would not be so true, if East high school didn 't have the teachers who are so passionate about their jobs, who care about their careers and their students lives. There had been hard times, hard classes that were so very frustrating, that no matter how much I tried, how much I studied I just couldn 't understand the material. There have been days I just wanted to cry, but what helped me get through it was the staff at East High.
This school and the way it ran shocked me at first, and still shocks me to this day. Along with this, the educational standards offered at both schools were nowhere near comparable. What I did not realize was I was so focused on the emotional baggage that came with the move, I had let it affect my grades. At Stratford, I had maintained high 80’s and 90’s across my report cards and I had now started to let that slip away from me. Once I realized that the move had affected my education, I changed my ways at school very quickly, by changing my study habits and how seriously I took my education.
This interest in world history propelled me to study harder and later into the night so as to avoid disappointing grades. But more importantly I felt a strong connection with my classmates, everyday was a new inside joke and several off-topic discussions and total disruption of the class by one (or more) students. Leaving that class would have been sad, one because I would feel I bailed out while they persevered through the class, but also because through that class I made some of my best friends, and have some of my favorite memories of high school. Honors World History was one of the hardest classes I have taken at Nashoba, and my grades would have probably been better if I had dropped to a lower level, but I continued with this challenging class because I loved my class, the teacher and the material, and because of that class I was able to pursue a variety of classes and