INTRODUCTION: Credibility: So first off, my names hayley bemis but everyone calls me bemis, even all my teachers. Attention getter: In middle school, I would always run with the boys in track, which is weird because I never did well in middle school meets, but I was always as fast as the boys. When I got to high school I was so scared that I wasn’t going to be fast at all, but I was wrong because I was one of the fastest girls on the team and was on varsity all 4 years. Thesis & Preview: Those were probably some of the best years of my life. I want to share with you how track and other sports have impacted my life.
The next couple of days went really fast. The gang came more often to our house, and my grades were coming up. One day, I was called to stay after class by my english teacher. I stood at his desk after the bell rang. He was sitting there, holding my theme essay.
The kids were great, the coaches were great and overall everything was lovely. I was not old enough to volunteer for them until the past few years, and the year that I decided to do so really changed my whole life. I grew to love the kids; I had a whole new understanding of how they worked and just how special they were. My first day of volunteering with the gymnastics team was an interesting one. There are eight girls on the teams, no girl even remotely similar to another.
In high school there are many sports and activities to choose from. At my high school not many girls chose to play tennis, but that didn’t stop me. I played on the varsity team from freshman year to senior year, winning the conference championship two years in a row and got fourth place in the sectional tournament. Although it brought be success it seriously changed my life in many ways. Playing tennis gave me confidence; it brought me to Lewis and Clark and gave me lifelong friends.
When I first joined the team the summer prior to my freshman year, I had no previous experience with running, unlike the majority of the team. Such an adversity only made my experience more challenging. In addition, constant injuries seemed to have an affinity towards me, to the point where I was forced to stop running
My professor has provided sufficient time in class and at home which has allowed me to put a lot of thought into writing my papers. During the time in class she let us work on our papers, I gave myself a two hour window on my essays to see how much I could type. This helped me learn to focus on paper content and forget about the other distractions in my life. I found that while practicing this, I could formulate my ideas more effectively and, in turn, strengthen my writing. These practices turned into good habits; and now when I am at home, I can use my time wisely and type thoughtful papers while still not taking all the time in the
One of the things I remember in my first few years of school is going to the library at the end of each week to pick up a book to be read by the help of our parents during the weekend. My mother used to take that book and read it for me once and then lets me read it for her at least twice before the weekend ends. Undoubtedly, my mother played a great role enhancing my reading and
I watched videos, went over the motions and practiced jumping on the trampoline for around three hours a day. Being the perfectionist I am, I wanted to look great in front of the judges and get onto the competition and varsity squad with all the juniors and seniors. My hard work payed off, and I made the varsity and competition squad my freshman each subsequent year. I was a “base” (The girl on the bottom
I feel one of my most challenging experiences was when I joined the varsity girls basketball team for my school. My love for basketball, my self-reflection, and my health were all challenged during that first year on the team. I had been playing basketball for my entire life and had grown to love it. I was probably not the best player on the team, but I always put 110% into each and every game. I was MVP and a captain on my eight-grade team, but once I joined the varsity team I fell to the bottom of the ladder.
I had just arrived at my house from an arduous and tiresome day of school. The amount of homework I received accumulated rapidly and piled up throughout the endless day. However, the numerous hours of tedious homework were not what I was concerned about that day. Instead, I dreaded what I had to do besides my homework: Volunteering for my Confirmation class. I cringed every Wednesday that I attended my Confirmation class.
My week 6 in Public Health was filled with unprofessionalism and full of sadness how public school has become. I was at Mt. Gleason again this week with Nurse Archer and Nurse Ana. We had to organize health immunization cards that has not been organized for a while. While organizing the health immunization cards, we noticed that the health immunization cards that were in the filing cabinets were mostly students that transitioned to Middle School or have transferred to another schools.
my teachers started to tell me that I need to pull up, or I wasn’t going to graduate 8th grade. So, during my last few weeks, like five, to like, 6, I buckled down and got everything I needed to get done, done. All my homework, all my other assignments, you name it from my class, I got it done. So, when I
I stumble down the stairs to the kitchen where I turn on my Keurig and realize it is “THURSDAY! Oh crap!” Shasta college classes start on “MONDAY!” I have yet to sign up for the fall semester. Once my cup of coffee has brewed, I grab my laptop from the kitchen table, make my way to the living room, sit down on the couch, open my laptop and immediately sign into my “My Shasta account”. Reviewing the availability of the online classes offered I quickly realize most of the classes are not only full, but students are signing up for the waitlist (in hope that the instructor will either over enroll or some students will drop the class). Feeling discourage, I finally stumble upon two transfer level classes that actually have available openings and that I still need to take.
I started my editing and publishing classes. Halfway through the semester, I was sitting through Pentateuch class when I had an epiphany: I loved my minor more than my major. I got excited about Advanced Grammar and Technical Editing, but I dreaded having to take Hermeneutics and Minor Prophets. So I pulled up the academic catalog on my laptop (yes, during class; at least it wasn’t PinterestFacebook). I found PWID because all the editing and publishing classes were inside the
Liabilities were interesting to observe in the classroom. The very first day I observed, I noticed some issues with how grades and IEPS were being handled. For starters, my teacher let me look at online grading records of students. The lowest and highest GPAs, were shown to me and I was allowed to look at their scores in their regular English class as well. I felt uncomfortable doing this, because I had just met him and did not really know the kids well.