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Middle school is the time when most cliques start forming. In 8th grade clique formation started for my school. Some of the girls in my grade created a facebook group that ultimately ruined my 2012. I was in this group but I was not included in it. There’s a difference. When it was the worst was right after I broke my leg (yes, not only did I have no friends/fake friends but I also broke my leg). Spring 2012: finals coming up, everyone getting ready for semi, talk of summer plans. Meanwhile I was on my couch recovering from my broken leg (my cast was up to my mid thigh). I had to take a week off of school according to my doctors so I spent a lot of time on my iPad waiting for someone to post something in “8 Green Girls”. Nothing. I was bored out of my mind. When it came time for me to return to school naturally I was excited for all my “friends” to see me again (and for me to see them of course). I arrived and went to my science teacher's room and sat in a wheelchair waiting for friends to visit and keep me company. I think I was only visited by four friends in total. They didn’t even stay to keep me company. They came. They saw. They left. That was it, nothing, it was definitely not what I expected. Fast forward 2 weeks. I got my giant cast off and was put into a smaller one that went just under my knee. It was so much …show more content…
I was so excited. Finally I would be able to walk and dance at semi, or so I thought. My ankle still wasnt strong enough for me to walk on it. I was forced to use my crutches. Tears streamed down my face on the car ride home. I was devastated. When I got home I got my dress out and hopped in the shower. Even with my crutches and my boot I was determined to have a good time. My parents drove me to semi, but before we left they took pictures of me. Those pictures make me cringe. Looking at them today brings back the horrors of my awful semi
I was so ashamed of my physical appearance and nostalgic of my senior year of high school, that I isolated myself from the majority of the people I’d met. I started binge watching Netflix in my dorm room, making frequent trips to a nearby dermatologist and crying to my mom and friends from home about how I hated school and wanted to transfer ASAP. I was cold, lonely and ugly. I couldn’t wait for winter break so I could forget about my sucky dorm and lack of college friends for a while.
I’m not sure but, I think I was still in what the kids call “the dumb hallway”. After a few months a new student came and we became good friends. We had a lot of thing that we liked, she always dragged me around to people and she was slowly pulling me out of my shell. I was becoming so happy. After a few months, I was in my room and I was thinking back about my life. There were a few tears and I was thinking to myself, what I was doing. I came to realize I didn’t have it bad as other people; I wasn’t the only one that was lonely. I went to sleep after that I found out it was 6:00 so, what I did was went down stairs and went to my garage. I went down there because, there was a punching bag sitting there to relive my stress. After, hour my grandma came down and said to
Imagine being alone with no friends and no one to talk to. Now, place yourself in a location where you are surrounded by closed tight-knit groups where acceptance from those groups is a challenge to obtain. Then, picture yourself back when you were in high school, but this time, apply the image you have created for yourself. Do you wish for acceptance? Or friendship? Do you feel confident in taking the challenges that high school will bring? High school has a significant impact on an individual’s development. Whether it is their personality or behavior, an individual who goes through high school can see changes in their characteristics. A common stereotype in high school that is largely portrayed in the media is the existence of cliques. Cliques can give an individual a sense of belonging or a sense of betrayal. These two behaviors are commonly seen with the acceptance or rejection from these groups. An immediate result from these two actions is a change in morale or confidence for that individual. Cliques exist in high school due to individual conformity. An individual conforms to the group in order to feel accepted or to feel secured. Groups or cliques in high school have a significant negative effect on an individual’s development of characteristic and personality and the reasons as to why individuals join these types are not justified.
I was told about a new innovative surgery that would cut the recovery time in half and give me the chance to play football, so I went for it. The recovery time depended almost solely on therapy in this case. Therapy was tough, but I had a goal in mind so I took the challenges to the next level. I was determined to push myself to the limit in order to get better, whether it was with the physical trainer or by myself at home. I did anything and everything it took. I grew stronger in the process, not just physically, but
The scariest thing that I have ever experienced was dislocating my knee during my high school basketball game. While attending Forestview High in 2013 the second game of the season, I acquired my knee injury against Highland Tech. I was very excited about the game because I worked very hard to take a senior spot and was finally getting the opportunity that I was waiting for. Everyday during practice, I gave my all, all the blood, sweat, and tears that I experienced I just knew it was my time. Tuesday, November 22 we get to Highland, warm up, and finally it's time for tip-off. The first quarter I get off to a rough start getting all the jitters out. Second quarter arrives, then I began to get the feel of the game. As I penetrated down the lane after hitting a mean crossover, I came to a jump stop
I stepped onto the strange campus that I would call home for the next six weeks. My duffel bag stuffed with clothes, was cutting off the circulation from my arm. I froze, staring at the four story building where I would live. Every worry I had, seeped through my mind in that instant. Being too shy to even order a pizza, I had never really made friends easily. Suddenly, the Upward Bound program at Bowdoin College did not feel like the ideal use of my time that summer. Strangely, at that moment, a smiling face of a friend, my friend, stepped forward and greeted me. She was the only person I knew at the time, so I clung to her. I remember standing around a tree with her and a few of the friends that she already had. I observed their mannerisms
My Freshman year was a rough time for me. It was my first year in high school, and things were so much different than what I was used to. Everyone had their clique of friends. It seemed like everyone knew who they were and where they belonged. I was struggling to find my own place in the school. I was only 14 years old and it’s okay to not know who you are when you’re that young. But when I got to high school, I began to have a lot
“Life isn’t about finding yourself. Life is about creating yourself” (Unkown) High School is a place where many students are classified into different types of cliques. We all have seen different cliques throughout high school, and even in the movies. The different types of cliques in high school would be the popular girls, the jocks, the goths and the nerds. There’s also the thespians and the rockers. Each high school clique has a characteristic that makes their group unique compared to the many other cliques.
First of all, the problem upon which we are deliberating involves the formation of groups in the school. To find a solution to a problem, you first must know the cause(s) and result(s) of the problem. There are many reasons as to why students form groups. One of the largest factors in the formation and choice of cliques is common interests. Students want to hang out with people who like the same (or similar) things that they do. For example, if there are two students in the school, and one likes sports and the other likes drama and art, they most likely won't get along well because they don't have anything in common. If two people have nothing in common, they will get bored if they hang out with each other since they won't be able to find anything that BOTH of them want to do. If you look at all the different groups in our school, most people in each one have something in common - the guys in the football clique all play football, the girls in the cheerleader clique all cheerlead, etc. Although most people who play the same sport or are involved in the same activities are in a group associated with that sport or activity, not everyone in that sport or activity is in that group. Often, these students aren't in the clique because they and the other people in the activity/sport have a major difference. A few such examples could be the middle school they attended or other interests they may have. Often, students who go to the same middle and possibly even elementary schools have already found some good friends and they want to stick with their friends in high school.
Cliques are small groups of between two and twelve people most of the time. Cliques are mall enough that the members feel that they know each other better than do people outside the clique. Members of a clique share common activities and friendships. They are social settings in which adolescents “hang out”, talk to each other, and form closer friendships. Groups of friends, called cliques can be important for social upgrading, but in most cases the enormous power and effects of these cliques can create alienation, exclusion, and destructive results. In my high school, as well as every other high school in America there are social groups of individuals, called cliques , that effect every individual whether they are an insider or an outsider. Generally there are the cool cliques , the athletic cliques, the punk (goth, freak) clique, the surfer clique, the smart clique, and the average clique. Almost everyone finds their place in one of these cliques, but there are always a few outsiders who go through high school never knowing where they belong. These are the people who are constantly ridiculed, picked on , and talked about day in and day out. The effects can be devastating, even deadly. In Littleton, Colorado two outcast teenagers came into school one day and began shooting, targeting the athletes and other students who had made their lives awful by ridiculing them constantly. “Seniors Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold stormed their suburban Denver school with guns and bombs on April 20 1999, killing 12 students and a teacher before taking their own lives.” Augustana University education professor Larry Brendtro explained “kids who feel powerless and rejected are capable of doing horrible things.” A high school student, Jason Sanchez understands why the two outsiders snapped by saying “If you go to school, and you don’t have friends, it drives you to insanity.” So what do these lonely outcast kids do if everyone rejects them? Roger Rosenblatt discusses in his article, “Welcome to the Works of the Trench Coat”, how kids will “discover self-worth by hating an enemy.” The kids of Columbine for example “look alike; they conceal differences. People who are attracted to clans and cults seek to lose their individuality and discover power and pride in a group.
I started yet another school and tried to make friends into my Sophomore year. My Freshman year of high school I had been diagnosed with Anxiety disorder, this happened about a month before that tornado. My Sophomore year of high school went pretty well, I made a few friends and some of my friends from Moore started the same school. The summer before my Junior year was a difficult one. I lost my grandfather, my dad’s step-father, a family pet that we had had since we lived in Washington, and I lost my close friend more into the school year that year. My Junior year I started on more different anxiety medications and I had one knee surgery, that was in March 2015. Also in my Junior year I met some amazing friends that I hope that I will keep for years to come. This last summer was a rather uneventful one, compared to the previous years. This last summer I started going to counseling where I was diagnosed with PTSD, Depression, and diagnosed again with
I can almost remember that day like it was yesterday, I awoke like on any other school day. It was a gorgeous May morning, the rays of sun flittered through my miniblinds blinding me as if I hadn’t seen light in days. I sluggishly dragged my limp body out of my warm bed, retiring to the bathroom to perform my normal morning rituals shower, shave, brush my teeth, get dressed, do my hair, and all the other regulars. As I looked at myself while combing my hair, it hit me like a speeding express train, I was about to graduate. I couldn’t help but smile, but at the same time I felt like a part of me was drifting away. A tear came to my eye as I realized what was about to happen to me.
It was my first week of my freshman year in college. Normally, you want to survive the first week by going to school events and meeting new people. Being the first Saturday night of the school year my new friend and I decided to go to a party in another dorm on campus. Both of us didn’t know what to expect at a college party, so we dressed up and tried to look our best. As I put my black mascara on I knew that this would be a fun night. My friend Jessica knew one of the guys that would be at this gathering because he lived in the same town that she was from. Finally, we leave our dorms and head out to our first college party. We arrived at the party and started to play cards. As the night progressed, poker was getting a little boring and staying in that dorm room wasn’t too much fun either. Abruptly, one of the guys said we should go to a freshman dorm. Everyone grabbed their belongings and headed to central campus. As we walked to central campus many of the boys were whispering about how they were going to cause a ruckus. No one was a resident of this hall, so we had to ask someone who was outside to let us in.
It finally dawned on me that this was my final first day as a high school student. The years flew by so fast. As I made my way to the top step of the school bus, I was greeted with a warm smile and a simple good morning from my bus driver. Shorty after that, I walked towards my seat. The bus ride was extremely aggravating. Children were jumping up and down in their seats as if they were kangaroos, middle school boys were flicking simply green boogers everywhere, and the middle school girls were going on and on about there new boy crush. As for me, I just stared out the window and reminisced about the good ole '
It was December 4, 2014 and it was snowing outside. I was sitting at the kitchen table doing homework. All my family was downstairs, so I was all alone. My English teacher told us to write a paper about how I am different from my classmates. I was thinking about what in my life makes me different and slowly my whole life was playing like a movie in my head. The first memory that popped into my head was my fourth birthday party. It was supposed to be the best birthday ever. My dad was going to come. It was February 24, 2002 at my birthday party. There were so many people there, but I was so focused on my dad coming, no one else seemed to matter. My cake was pink and yellow with a bicycle on it. I had a red and blue inflatable that kids were