Sitting in class, I gazed at my report card for a moment and then I threw it in one of my folders. As lonely as I felt, I didn’t like school a whole lot. I was quite shy and didn’t socialize much with other people. I had a few embarrassing moments in elementary as well. Although, I didn’t stay in the same school my whole life because my parents separated and my mom wanted help from family, which she could only receive when she moved to another state. Throughout my life, my family continued to move around and school started to matter more to me when I graduated elementary. I was looking at colleges and careers when I was in middle school, and I really tried to make sure my grades were improved from when I was in elementary. When I researched …show more content…
I even made really close friends who helped me understand myself and what real friends are actually like. Although I had to move away again because my family needed a new house. When we move, we have to go to new schools, also. When I started another new school, I seemed to have fit in very well. Everyone was nice to me and I was making many acquaintances. I moved there when I was in middle school, and my grades had started to get better in middle school as I grew smarter. Not only was I developing smartness, but I was also growing stronger at heart and becoming a better me. While improving myself, I was able to get through middle school.
I made it to high school, but my freshmen year was not my best year. Although, I still got involved in a couple activities. I took part in Drama Club and STAAND, which helps students take action against negative decisions. Sophomore year, I got involved in many activities which helped me realize what and who I want to be. I really put myself out in the real world when I got involved, such as winning a scholarship in business, being interviewed on the radio, and receiving a trophy in Track. In fact, Sophomore year was the first time I ever played any sports. I was able to get a reputation for myself when I stayed in the same school for a while, but moving to different places helped me make interpretations about people and how they behave. Once I graduate, I’ll still be in the Campbellsport area with people that I enjoy around
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
Up till middle school, it seemed like I fit in pretty well at school. I was decent at sports and I had a good amount of friends. Life was pretty good at the time and I was enjoying it. Once high school started, I could see a shift in my life. I had lost most friends from prior years, and I was not good at sports; I struggled to fit in.
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.
Since I'm coming to an end in my middle school years in a few months, I feel obligated to make a guide to help you youngsters transition to middle school, and even help people who are already in middle school, struggling! Hopefully these tips will help you in your three years of Hell on Earth.
During my years in high school, I have learned many valuable lessons. I’m proud of the person I am becoming. Life has not been easy, but thankfully I’m a strong hard worker. I started high school with a high GPA, and never intended for it to drop throughout my years. Within the last three years, I’ve moved around, participated in sports, and got a job.
Many of my peers from grade school went on to four year universities with honors and scholarships. For myself graduating high school was the highest achievement thus far. I was not the most outstanding student during those years. I was insubordinate towards my educators and refused correction. I was known as a class clown and trouble maker. Unfourtantly mentally I did not consider myself to be a difficult individual, but special. I am
When I graduated from Delran High School in 2007, I had these same positive and desirable attributes, but I was lacking in direction and purpose. It was an extremely stressful time for me as a teenager and young adult as my family and home life was deteriorating. My parents were in the midst of an ugly divorce, my father was a terrible alcoholic who would soon go on to lose his bread-winning job, our house was constantly under possible foreclosure, and I had two younger siblings to help take care of. I quickly found a full-time job and applied to take classes full-time at Burlington County College. I became overwhelmed with the “real world” responsibilities of providing for my family and
I made several amazing friendships, took a few incredibly difficult classes and met some of the best educators during my time at Ada High School. My Sophomore year was certainly the least stressful of the three years. My classes were easy, I had a lot of friends and it was the year I joined the Distributive Education Club of America (DECA). My fashion merchandising teacher Mrs. Wright convinced me to do a 30 page written business plan for a fictional tanning salon that offered a revolutionary new color matching technology. I placed fourth in the state that year. Not placing in the top three only gave me more dedication to placing first the next year. I competed again my Junior year of high school, this time developing a business that combined daycare for children with proper diets and kitchen safely. Once again I placed fourth in the state. Not giving up after missing the second time of not placing in the top three was very difficult for me. I had made the decision to devote my high school career to this activity that didn 't seem to be taking me anywhere and I regretted not being active in Student Council or picking up a sport instead. Thankfully my advisor convinced me to give DECA one last try and that is when I developed my love of business, particularly in finance. My senior year I decided to do a role-play instead of a written event like I had done the previous two years. Role-plays can be more
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.
Throughout my first year of high school I was an humble, did not quite interact with most students. I had a very low self-esteem, most of my best friends in middle school went to different high school. I didn’t know what to do during that time because my parents had forced me to go another high school called “Eagle Rock High”. My parents believed a high school called “John Marshall High” was a ghetto high school ;therefore, I was forced to enrolled in school called “Eagle Rock High”, I felt lonely since all my friends were gone di...
I joined a few clubs, actually worked for school, and most importantly, I actually learned in high school. As my identity, age, and therefore the criticism that is my shadow, was temporarily concealed, I was the happiest I have ever been. I had practically transformed from a shy girl without a clue about the real world to an assertive woman who took charge of her life. I started making decisions for myself, right and wrong, but they made me a person. I believe that a person is made up experiences and choices; up until that point I made no choices for myself nor did I have any experiences. Those experiences made me, for all intents and purposes, a person with a personality, likes, dislikes, and a whole lot of mistakes. Those mistakes, though, are what make me who I want to be. Academically, I am learning things. I actually have a reason to pay attention in class. I got my first B and, honestly, I have never been happier. I earned that grade and I have earned every one since. Sure there are teachers who told me to my face that I was making a big mistake and that it was a stupid decision, but it was worth it. I believe that I became who I dreamed I would would become as a
My friends are the best thing that's happened to me. Friends come and go but some stay. My best friend Keeghan is an example. Me and him were everything we would hang together almost everyday for 5 straight years. Once I found out I was moving to Texas he was the main reason I was devastated.
As I progressed through high school I slowly became more focused on what I wanted to achieve. Playing hockey at the best academic college possible became my goal. My freshman year ended with this being a long shot at best. My grades weren’t the
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.
When I was in high school I had a problem, which was being shy. Being shy made me seem as if I was anti-social, and caused me to have no friends, but my shyness was decreasing each year of high school because I talked more, and by the time I reached 12th grade I had many friends, who are very close to me till this day. While being in high school, I was always focused on my studies. People believed that I was a genius in high school, but I really wasn’t, I was just focus on the lessons, and understood what the teacher taught us. As I reached eleventh grade, I was chosen to be a part of the National Honor Society; I thought that I was never going to be part of the National Honors Society. I was at the hospital when my friends told me the good news—that I was selected to be part of the National Honors Society. As I reached 12th grade I learned that working while going to school is a bad idea if you can’t multitask right. When I was working I didn’t realized that I wasn’t multitasking right; I wasn’t putting enough effort into my studies, and having a job was distracting me, so I decide to quit my job, and continue my education by going to college. Growing up was scary, but I’m ready what the future is holding for