When Melissa entered St.Jean de Brebeuf last week, the petite 14 year old girl felt overwhelmed in the unfamiliar high school environment. "As soon as I walked into the school, I was nervous," Melissa said. "Although with my surprise, I was welcomed with a companion. I felt like I'd been a returning student." She explained to us that “the grade 9 orientation was an entertaining and a lively event for the new grade 9 students. It was a phenomenal experience, we were welcomed by a special guest, guinness world record holder D.O. D.O was able to give pointers to the new students while performing interactive activities. During the course of the day we were able to get comfortable with the tremendous change, we visited our different classes, and
I, Etienne Brule, moved to New France in 1608 on behalf of my good friend Samuel de Champlain. At the adolescent age of sixteen I traveled with Champlain to New France, becoming his eyes and ears for the territory. The overall goal of me staying with the native tribe, the Algonquins, was to learn the local Huron language, explore the region, establish good relations with the Indians, and in a few years time report back to France and Champlain with what I had discovered from them.
The “Graduation Booth” is a place where students go to be released to the outside world. Once the kids get...
The book begins by sharing a tradition at Frank K. Ballou High School, the annual academic awards ceremony. The school hosts these ceremonies in hopes
8th grade, 8th grade from the opening day to the signing of the yearbooks. This is the year of memories, goodbyes, and regrets. 8th grade and I’m still realizing that there are people in the world that would die to go to a school like this. A school where every body knows everyone’s name, respects everyone, and where violence and fighting are about as common as the Yankees missing the playoffs. When I’m done with my homework and go to bed, as the days of 8th grade wind down, summer will come and go, and I will find myself in one of those giant, scary places called high school.
The short story, Saint Manuel Bueno,Martyr by Miguel de Unamuno, is included in The Basic Writings of Existentialism because it ties in with the ideology of existentialism. The story is told from a perspective of a villager, Angela Carballino. Her narrative discusses Don Manuel, and his affect on her village of Valverde de Lucerna. At first, the story seems to be anything but existential. Don Manuel was the village priest who everyone worshipped. He would enact many “miracles”, heal the sick, and provide help to anyone who would need it. Angela Carballino learns, when much older, that Don Manuel didn’t believe in God, as well as the afterlife. Not only as the readers are we deceived, but the whole village. He took up the role of the priest
When life becomes overwhelming during adolescence, a child’s first response is to withdraw from the confinement of what is considered socially correct. Individuality then replaces the desire to meet social expectations, and thus the spiral into social non-conformity begins. During the course of Susanna’s high school career, she is different from the other kids. Susanna:
Theresa M. Letrello & Dorothy D. Miles (2003) The Transition from Middle School to High School:
Good morning teachers, faculty, administrators, family, friends, and of course students. It is a great privilege to be standing here today and representing our class on our eighth grade Class Day. Can you believe it? Four years ago, most of us walked into this school as nervous as we were the first day of school. We were the tiny fifth graders, the youngest students in this middle school, not knowing where anything was and how to navigate the school. Now, those same four years later, we’re leaving this school behind to a whole new school being just as nervous as we were when we first arrived. It has been a long four years as well as a short four years. Long because of all the tests, quizzes, finals, and projects, but short because of the lifelong friendships, the lasting memories, and the truly interesting and amazing things we learned in-between. The Abington Heights Middle School is definitely a welcoming, fun, memorable, and great school that I will never forget. These four years spent with these wonderful classmates has been an extraordinary journey with many cherishable memories.
Along with my former eighth grade classmates, expectations were hesitant, uncertain, and frightened. To my surprise, I quickly grew comfortable, social, and began to support others to get through the tough transition. Being myself and discovering the good in the experience allowed me to help them navigate through the stressful change. My guidance opened their eyes to the potential opportunities for personal growth. I will pursue these personal attributes and views to help enrich the community at
This story takes place in a New York City school in Manhattan, in the nineteen- sixties. The book covers the span of one school semester form September to February.
In the days leading up to her graduation, she was so excited about receiving her diploma for her academic accomplishments, even though she hasn’t accomplished a lot in life by experiencing a little bit of it. She felt like the birthday girl with her pretty dress, beautiful hair, and the presents she received from Uncle Willie and her mother. She felt like it w...
As freshman, we came home from school with the mentality that we were no longer children, but rather had entered into a new stage of life. Everything seemed different and new; we weren’t the big kids on campus anymore. We no longer were the persons being looked up to, but rather were the persons looking up to an entire school of older students. We remember joining our firsts clubs, going to dances, and having Orientation days.
Bonnie the secretary introduced me to my new teacher. As Mrs. Bonnie was leaving the room, my new teacher Mrs. Evaheart introduced me to the class. As I stared at the class I couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed. I wanted to go back to my old school where I had friends, knew almost everyone, a place where I didn’t feel lonesome, a place anywhere but here. As I saw each and every one of my new classmates faces the utter dread that I felt slowly began to fade as I saw a familiar face. Seeing one of my former friends give me a renewed hope that maybe being in this school won’t be so bad after
High school. I never realized it would bring so many changes. As I walked on to campus my freshman year, my mindset was the same as it was in eighth grade; the young are invincible. And although I was excited to come to high school I had many fears. Would the classes be too hard, would I make new friends, what could I become involved in, and most of all -- what if I get lost? All of these fears eventually subsided and I, along with all of you, found the right classes and the right teachers. We all made new friends. We all got involved in something. During my freshman year, innocence surrounded me and although eventually my shell would crack, not until this year have I broken through. This year I decided that it is time to soar on my own. Graduation is the beginning of a new flight for all of us, the class of 1997.
Having spent twelve years of my school life in just one small red brick building, the years tend to fade into each other. But the year I remember most clearly and significantly is my senior year of high school, where I finally began to appreciate what this institution offered to any student who stopped to look. Before, school had been a chore, many times I simply did not feel motivated toward a subject enough to do the homework well, and seeing the same familiar faces around ever since I was 5 years old grew very tiring soon enough. But I began to see things from a different angle once I became a senior.