My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before. I began slacking off inside as well as outside of the classroom. I stopped doing homework to my best ability’s, stopped studying for tests, and worst of all I was lying to my mother. For almost four months I treated my mother poorly. I constantly lied to her face about how my grades were.
All of these questions were going back and forth all morning long. After I finally relaxed and decided to get ready, I felt an overwhelming presence of nervousness wash over me. The thought finally struck me like a lightning bolt that I am a senior in high school. I didn’t know what I was going to do. This was it, my last year of being able to enjoy childhood before I went off and had to be an adult.
I get this feeling of impending doom forming under my feet. Having these feelings leads me to have a really difficult time in high school. I almost gave up, but I realized that I must finish what I start. I was going through my day casually, but out of the blue, I was called to the councilors room during 4th period. Luckily we were not
The all too familiar sound of the school bell rings loudly in my ears as students converse among themselves during my final year of high school, and I think so myself, is college really worth the trouble? It would seem that somewhere such as a classroom would be a place for learning and retaining information that could potentially aid you in the long treacherous path of life later on down the road. For me, the classroom at the time felt like just a social setting, in general, the majority of the time. Also, I spent a big portion of my senior year doubting my chances of higher education, or in other words feeling reluctant about it, to say the least. Whereas many high school students graduate their senior year with goals and ambitions for college, uncooperative staff and teachers did not set me up well for my the future.
For those few years, I became more mature to face different big things in my life. Studying aboard is one of the big things in my life, at the fist time, I never imagine how lonely I could be, how many things I cannot figure out. I don 't speak English very well when I first came here, I don 't know even how to buy the things. However, because of those pieces of difficult moments, I learned how to overcome them, it seems like a tough experience. But for me, these four years, every single tough moment is the best moments for me, because of these moments; I become more powerful and independent.
I didn’t want that job, it was a job that was given to me, forced upon me. In my freshman year of high school I was the most awkward kid in every single photo I appeared in, my pose was inelegant and my expression was often fatigued. I did not live with courage. However, that’s not to say that I lived with cowardice. I more of lived with vagueness.
For the past three years I have dedicated myself to my education, making sure to attend every lecture regardless of the weather, my health, or my ever growing exhaustion level. I have become consumed with the concept of success, and failure is just not an option. Although things have not always been this way for me personally. I am passionate about school because I discovered social work, a blessing in disguise. My first semester of college I enrolled in a community college with my major listed as “General studies” because it sounds better than “Undecided.” I was straight out of a high school of less than 400 students and I was utterly clueless, and at the end of the semester my GPA reflected it.
My high school experience was a long, frustrating learning experience. I didn’t know what to expect, or what I was getting myself into. Nobody gave me the tools to understand the main focus of each year. I am going to give you tips and advice on how to succeed in high school. I will discuss 9-12th grade along with what to expect each year.
“Everything changes when you arrive at HIgh School,” and, “it’ll be the best years of your life,” I’ve even heard, “you’re going to miss being in school.” I will tell you that while I will miss the three friends I have here in High School, I’m never going to miss the resentment and self hatred that followed my soul all through the first semester of Freshman year that I’m still working through. Freshman year, the first semester, I was shoved in a locker so far that one of my former friends, thankfully was able to, pull my body out with one foot resting on the neighboring
Decisions are always made but not always appropriate to all people neither, that it maintain justice to all whom it was applied on. This was the issue i faced with the decision that my school took When I was in grade 6 my school decided that it will only allow high school student to register in international competitions, because that believed that lower grades doesn’t have the mental ability to participate in it. My school saw the whole world wrong they believed that it is only time loss. They saw all the competitions that are made for grades between 1 to 9 are with no intentions or benefits . Since grade 3 most of my teachers was realizing that i have a fast saving memory.