Hello Mrs. Kim. I hope you had an amazing summer. I can not believe how summer has gone this fast. And I never really expected high school to come this early. It is as if middle school was still on its way trying to find ways to squeeze in my life, or at least that’s what I feel. But I guess I just have to accept this reality that I am actually starting high school. Now, I had many thoughts before entering this place which some people call living nightmare, and big part of those“thoughts” were dreams. Dreams about my future, Both long and short terms, and inside classes and outside in my social life. And as you read this, I think this will sort of open up myself about who I am for a quick introduction as we start this new and “exciting” school
The lunch bell rang loudly in my ear as I packed up my materials from math class. As soon as Mrs. Millie released our class, I raced everyone else in our grade to my locker so I wouldn’t have to wait in the back. I quickly entered the combination into my lock, snatched my lunch box from the top shelf and met up with Whitney by the cafeteria doors to get a good table that wasn’t in the back corner where we normally sat. “So, how have you been since...
The transition from middle school to high school is what shaped me the most and this adjustment has changed me in both good and bad ways. As a freshman, I enrolled in a private school, called Bridgemont High School. It was a very small school and did not have the same help as the public schools offered. I didn 't have an ELD class and classes providing extra help were limited. Eld means einglish language development, these classes are classes to help develop your english speaking skills even though i can speak english i had poor grammar.
If I were the person that I used to be back in high school, or even directly after high school, I would fail these classes with straight “F”s. The reason is not because I was not smart enough, but because I was not willing to put in the effort, concentration, and dedication needed to get a good grade. This is hard work! Good thing I decided to grow up a bit in the past 14 years so I take it seriously.
Guess what the hardest thing I have ever done? It was to think about how I felt the last 11 years of my life and describe that on around three pieces of paper for your middle school application. Just imagine three weeks of visiting 5 schools, in the middle of the school year. It is the dreadful first day of the week, and the sun is waking up in Virginia Beach at the Helman’s house.
Freshman year, what an awkward time in my life coming out of middle school with my poor grades I promised myself and my parents I was going to succeed while in high school. Did I though? My grades for sure improved but I still was not putting in as much effort as I should have been. I struggled to be able to communicate with all these new faces and in a completely new school but even outside of school struggled to talk to new people.
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.
Before I was completely cleared to go to Northern, I had to appear before the school board and tell them why I wanted to got to Northern. When I arrived to the meeting, it seemed that the hallway stretched out as I walked towards the door. Soon enough, I made it to the door and made my appearance. This is just one of the few obstacles I faced to get to high school.
"Did you start yet? " I mumbled through a numbed mouth filled with medical tools. The doctor chuckled and replied, "I am actually almost done. " My mouth felt swollen and bubbly and I could not see his work at all.
Let’s move on. Moving to high school, this is where it becomes permanent. Between the ages of 13-17 I had figured out for certain who I was and what I wanted to become. So I did it. The first two years were a bit rocky, I’ll be honest.
For a long while, during my time in middle school and the start of high school, the thought of doing really well in school never dawned on me. I’m the kind of person that always think about life in the near future, never extending far enough to think about what I really want to do and where I want to go. My grades had always been average, never dropping low enough to hurt my future but also never rising high enough to push me far, until I reached tenth grade. My laziness got to me and I just didn’t care anymore. My GPA dropped so low, seeing it can make anyone gasp.
My palms are red and clammy, and my stomach was in knots. As I walk in the classroom, I meet the teacher at the door, and she smiles from ear to ear and welcomes me into class. I breathe a sigh of relief, and I scurry to my desk. Since then, school does not seem nearly as dreadful, and I actually enjoy going to school for several reasons. Mrs. Smith is such a great teacher because she is caring, has a great
A lot of aspects in my life changed drastically when I started my first year of high school. I became more matured and dedicated in my education, which made me feel better with myself as I started to improve as a student. Teachers suddenly began to mention college and demand the requirement to know what career you want to make a living of, and reality instantaneously hit me hard. I realized that I had to upgrade my grades and start thinking about my future, something that I have been avoiding for a long time, so eventually, when my grades became higher than usual and the only thing left was to decide what major I was getting in my mind was completely blank. Since I was young I thought that I was convinced about what I wanted to do, but I became aware that what I wanted was a bit unrealistic and as I heard my friends talk about their future with such confidence l felt uncertain about mine.
Thank you Mr. Chudoba. Ms. Pitre. Having science directly after math in the morning is great, where I get to start the day learning and studying the two subjects I love the most. Ms. Pitre, you have changed the way I see the world...introducing us to chemistry, and explaining why the things on Earth happen, through physics. You are pretty high on my “favorite teacher list.”
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.
For all I notice, this could be my one and only chance, I need to just retain in taking it slow and doing my best will force on all I can fix. I'm excited for this school year! Coming here is the best conditions that ever happened to me. Being here made me also confident than I ever was before. I can make this as I now have something I did not before, goals, and hope.