I always imagined that I would have a typical high school experience, that I would attend classes from 8:30-3:30 five days a week and fill my free time with homework, a job, basketball games. However, the summer before I entered high school, I began a Lupus flare. Although I had been diagnosed and dealing with this disease for numerous years, this flare was unlike others. One day, I had stiff joints, the next I was unable to walk. While my doctors altered my medications many times, the perfect combination was elusive. When August approached, I began my school year homebound so that I could focus all of my efforts on walking. A homebound teacher came to my house and taught me, always leaving homework so that I could stay caught up with my …show more content…
Most days were spent studying and most afternoons were filled not with a job or friends, but with PT and pool therapy. All of this was done in hopes that I could garner enough strength to transition from a wheelchair to crutches as this transition would allow me to attend half days at school. At the end of winter break I began attending two of my four classes a day. Unfortunately, the effects of attending school were overly taxing and I had to return to both my wheelchair and homebound. That semester, I concentrated on school and therapy with the goal of attending half days my sophomore year. When May ended I was thrilled to find that I had made seven A’s and a B. Although not the 4.0 GPA I was used to, I was delighted, as I had taken on all honors courses possible and only attended “typical” school for one week. After a therapy filled summer, I was back on crutches and ready for my sophomore year. I began by attending chemistry and AP government in person. However, at the end of September my doctor sent me to inpatient rehab at Cincinnati Children’s Hospital. In rehab I spent countless hours in physical therapy striving to walk again. During this time, my teachers emailed me homework and I taught myself the material and responded with completed
High school is meant to be the time of your life, but for most seniors just like me it can be some of the most emotional and crazy time. The things in my past make me who I am today, and the things I do now are the first footsteps into the future. I’ve learned a lot about myself in these past four years, and I still have so much learning to do. This is my high school story; the good, bad, and the ugly.
When I was entering into High School, I tried to join as many clubs as I can, since I wanted not only to be superior in grades, but also extracurricular activities. So as usual, I joined Key Club. At first volunteering at the events was fun, but as I went to more events, it felt as if it was a chore. I did not feel any passion; it was rather tiresome.
At one point I came to the conclusion that I’m either going to fail, go to summer school, or go to a school that I didn't want to attend. I felt so disappointed in myself because I knew that I could've done better. So then one day I told myself, “I can do this”. I then started to study more than I usually did, I turned in all of my missing work and my present work, and I also took an after school tutoring class
Throughout my four years in high school I have been fortunate enough to fulfill many of my aspirations and my thirst for knowledge. One goal that I would like to achieve is to become an international attorney. I have aligned my involvement in specific academic and extra-curricular activities to aid me preparing for the long road between my present situation and the day I pass the bar exam. Through my high school activities I have learned three virtues that I have deemed necessary to achieve my goal, passion, self-discipline, and perseverance.
My transition to college was successful, but it was nonetheless one of the most stressful times in my life. Unlike many of my peers at Saint Louis University, my rural high school experience did not truly prepare me for the academic rigors of college. Despite extensive preparation, I performed rather poorly on the first round of exams. While I didn’t fail any particular exam, my performance was seriously lacking. I knew that getting C’s on exams would not serve me well in the pursuit of my dream of becoming a physician. I remember feeling, for the first time in my life, that I was unintelligent and incompetent. I was also heavily fatigued from the excessive hours of studying, which I felt were necessary to reconcile the problem. I managed to
As I started to advance into my high school education, I noticed that my attitude about school and grades was not going to get me anywhere. I went to school and goofed off with my friends and did enough work to get a decent 70 on my work and go home. I had no “active responsibility”, as Freire would say, because I didn’t have anything to motivate me to want to do well. It all changed when I started high school at Bear Grass Charter School. Bear Grass had just reopened as a charter school my freshman year. I was a new beginning for me because not only was I starting out at a new school, but I started to realize that I needed to improve my self-effort in my classes. I knew that I wanted to be a nurse when I graduated and I
I’ve pushed myself to pursue rigorous classes throughout high school. Though I didn’t make the grade I always wanted, I never lost hope and ensured that I gave my best effort and tried my hardest at all times. This hard work has paid off tremendously. I was able to complete my dyslexia curriculum by 8th grade. I was accepted into a magnet center for high school, which is one of the best in the state and is ranked well in the nation among high schools. I believe that my life, my education, my learning disability, and etc are all subject to my belief that my mindset is greater than my circumstances, and working hard paid off greatly. My situation as a dyslexic has taught me to pride myself in my ability to overcome any
This summer I thought it was a good idea to retake two classes from my fall semester in attempt to raise my GPA. I also started working at a new job. The combination of worrying about my health and stresses from working all the time made me unfocused. I wasn't able to balance work and school as best as I thought I could especially because I decided to take a break from my ADD medication. (I can provide
During my early education, meaning elementary school and middle school, I was a very average student. I gave an average amount of effort to my grades, and I received above average results. This did not bother me, until the end of my 8th-grade year. At this point in the year, I was filling out what classes I desired to take the following year, my freshman year. I realized that from this point forward, I had to take my education much more serious, in order to get accepted to whichever college I desired. therefore, when planning my classes, I decided to challenge myself more than I ever have in the past, and take multiple honors courses. I assumed because of my grades, that I had what it took to be an honors-level student, but I was very wrong. One teacher, Mrs. Johnson, made me realize the kind of effort, time and energy needed to be devoted to my education.
Cliffside Park High School has offered me numerous opportunities. I took honors courses in English, mathematics, and science ever year. In addition, I have taken three years of Spanish as a third language and an advanced placement class for U.S. history. Throughout the past couple years; I have been able to sustain a high grade point average of about a 4.4 (based on calculations made at the end of sophomore year) and make High Honor Roll for almost every marking period. However, my journey to where I am now was not a perfect yellow brick road. Instead, it was a path with many twists and turns that led me through many dark and awful experiences. Juggling all these courses was something I had adapted ...
Personal Statement 2017 I thought I had everything figured out during my freshman year; however, in June 2015, I discovered my love for occupational therapy. One early morning in June, my boyfriend and I were involved in a car accident and he sustained several injuries: two shattered bones in his left foot, a broken left femur, three broken fingers on his left hand, and a fractured C2 vertebra. For three months, he was in a halo which restricted the movement of his neck and spine, and because of his broken leg had to use a wheelchair or walker to be mobile. I spent the whole summer with him and his occupational therapist, helping him accomplish his activities of daily living such as washing his hair, getting dressed, and walking without assistance.
Prior to the accident, I’d meet with the dean of studies and received approval to take on a full course load. However, my injuries were so significant I had to undergo physical therapy for more than two months and could no longer attend school. I was devastated. I wanted to give up. The kind and compassionate words of my physical therapist,Michael, convinced me that I had the strength to prevail against all odds.
Try to imagine being homeschooled near your entire life before high school, then moving from Los Angeles to Miami and starting as a freshman at one of the country’s largest high schools. With 4,500 students, 93% minority enrollment, as well as English being a second language what challenges do you think you would face? How would you approach something like this? Would you be a little scared? I wasn’t, I am a Military brat and I was eager to dive in head first on Expert Mode.
If somebody had told me four years ago that my high school years would play out the way they have, I would not have believed them. My freshman year of high school, I was a completely different person than I am now. I had an awkward haircut to match my awkward personality. I was shy and reserved and terrified of failing. Not long after I started my freshman year, I was diagnosed with Type One Diabetes, and my world shifted. My illness has complicated so much for me. Extreme fatigue, agitation, and headaches caused by hyperglycemia or sudden intense hunger and confusion caused by hypoglycemia are never the right circumstances for doing homework or taking a test. However, I have tried my hardest to take each falter in my health in stride and make
Let’s flash back in time to before our college days. Back to then we had lunch trays filled with rubbery chicken nuggets, stale pizza, and bags of chocolate milk. A backpack stacked with Lisa Frank note books, flexi rulers, and color changing pencils. The times where we thought we wouldn’t make it out alive, but we did. Through all the trials and tribulations school helped build who I am today and shaped my future. From basic functions all the way to life-long lessons that helped shape my character.