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During 8th grade, I got called out to the counselor’s office. Entering the counselor’s office, the counselor told me that I was in the honors class. The day I graduated Junior High with honors changed the next 4 years in High school. I promised myself and my mom that I would be graduating High school with honors. For the past 4 years, I have worked so hard to be in the honors program, again. I started to take advanced classes and then I started to take dual credit classes my junior year. If it wasn’t for being in the honors program my 8th grade year, I don’t think I would be as worried about my grades as I am now. The one who influenced me to keep striving and to have determination is my father. Although, my father and mother are not together
he helps my mother in anyway he can. I look up to my father because even though my father had to drop out of Junior high to help his family with money, he still became something without a high school diploma. My father works a lot for his money and I have seen the downfalls of not finishing school. For example, when he texts me he misspells a lot and something it doesn’t make sense and when he talks to me he doesn’t know how to pronounce big words. He is the man that keeps me striving to further my education and gives me determination to become a veterinarian and never give up on my dreams because he never gave up on his dreams.
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.
My first month at RVEC started off pretty good. Actually being in 9th grade does show some changes. The teachers don’t treat us the way they did last year, which was if they somehow felt we were lower than everyone else. I do not see any changes in those who are from Old RVEC-8, everyone still acts the similar to the way in which they did last year. I already knew what to expect from the teachers I had last school year. My new teachers are not that bad, they are cool for the most part. As of now, I am unsure if I am going to have a teacher this year that I will become close with or become my favorite.
Oh seventh grade, what a year to remember. That was actually my favorite year of middle school. At home during this time was a mess and my grades also plummeted but I think going to school took some stress off because I was taking some time to "myself" and forgetting for a while about my home situation. Seventh grade, I would say was a year of friends for me. I had and still to this day have a friend from kindergarten that I considered a best friend. Until a new girl came along, lets call her Patricia. Patricia basically took "my spot" I guess in fifth grade while I was off at my new school for the year. Anyway speeding forward to seventh grade I noticed my best friend, lets call her Amanda, not really talking to me anymore and or passing by
Around the beginning of my school year i told myself i gotta cut it out this is going to be my best year. I needed to straighten up my ways because i needed a good high school. I graduated from middle school scared. I wanted to stay in eighth grade i wasn't really sure if i did good enough. I did good all 8th grade i didn't get suspended but i still managed to be loved and known by everyone. Id slip up a few times and get in trouble but it was never anything serious. I was always on top of my game when it came to school. I wouldn't slip up if anyone paid me too. College education could get me more money than someone paying me could. The year was over and i started doubting that i was going to accepted into EK i went to sleep terrified and woke up unsure. As soon as june 19th popped up I was the first person in the mailbox i had to see if i got in. Before I opened up that letter I prayed. I opened the paper and it said “ Come august 25th for enrollment”. I sat down in shock smiling i was happy. And that's what got me here to this day. I hope to keep my life good. That's all i needed for
At this story I will be talking about my life past in elementary.When I begin to elementary to today I am a middle school.
My grades throughout my high school career have not been the greatest. Since my freshman year I have fallen into a metaphorical ditch where I have procrastinated a lot and almost completely failed certain classes. By looking at my transcripts you will see the classes I struggled most in were math, Spanish, and sometimes science. I have struggled with math all four years of high school although the teachers I have had have helped me along the way so that I do not utterly fail. Learning a new language is always difficult when all you have been speaking is one language so when I took Spanish I had a difficult time but finally in my junior year I was able to pass the class and feel great about myself. As for the science, there were points where
Walking through the arena looking into the rafters and one day hoping to see my jersey there is a honor like no other and for a lot of young children this is their dream. As a young boy I played and enjoyed them so much that I wanted to continue playing them throughout my life. Coming up on my first year of middle school my mother as always decided to put books over sports; she sent me to a middle school that had no sports. Mainly known for their academics Seventy-First classical middle school is where I started school in the year 2009. At this time of the year travel basketball was just ending and everyone was preparing for the season. Public Middle school sports only consist of 7th and 8th graders, however private school sports do include the 6th grade. As my travel coach decided to help open a school he also decided that he wanted me along for the journey. At the beginning my
Growing up as a perfectionist, experiencing failure wasn’t one of my favorite things to do. Being a straight A and B student, failing Spanish not once, but two times definitely made me realize a couple of things: Every subject isn’t for everyone. Not to get so down on myself and except help when it is being given.
Well what can I say I made it… made it to Senior year, and soon my 4 years in high school will be over. With no doubt this school year has been hectic, in trying to find what kind of person I'm going to become in this world. Whether the decisions and future I set out for myself will make my parents proud or disappointed. In my opinion this year has been a life changing experience and it made me realize many things as I get ready for college. From August all the way to May academically I have grown and challenged myself more than I ever could and I’m proud. I’m proud that I didn’t give up when there looked to be no hope left, proud that I kept to my word in maintaining good grades, and proud to have an opportunity to prove to myself that I can
A great deal happened to me in 6th grade, I started middle school, made new friends, times were excellent. After school there was something called BEST, where you could go to do homework have a snack and then afterwards there was entertaining activities that you could do. My parents didn’t want me to go home directly after school since they had work, so they signed me up for BEST.
Ever since entering high school, English would be considered as my second hardest class seeing how I mostly got C as graded work. One of the major reason as to why my grade is low was because of how badly I write my essay/poetry; full of error and using repeated word that talk around in circle making my essay look like a grade school paper. I also I’m not comfortable at writing or letting other see my work; when in return make my inside feel like spitting out blood whenever I finish my essay and letting them look at the finishing product. It wasn’t until I learn E.P.L, short for ethos, pathos, logos that my writing seem to improve and got a better grade than my past essay.But I mostly use logos, as it was still really difficult for me to employ
My 4 years at VISA feel like they had gone by quickly, although this can be easily explained by studying our minds. When we were younger, we had more novel experiences such as learning how to read, walk, do multiplications, sing. These memories are deeply remembered by our brain, which causes them to feel like they happened over a longer period of time. The more things you do, the more novel experiences you have, the slower time feels and the more rich it feels. Which brings me to my highschool years.
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My picture is not there. This had to be a mistake; there is no way I am actually seeing this. I scan over the class photos again. Surely, I am going blind. It has to be impossible for a school to not include a student in the yearbook. I read the list of names and stare blankly at my classmate's photos. I am not there. I was left out of my school's yearbook.