I arrived at Sacred Heart Cathedral for my first day of high school. As my friend’s mom drove through the populous streets of San Francisco, I sat in the back seat of her car running through the pages of the planner I had received at orientation. As the thick, smooth pages ran through my fingers, I worried over finding my classes, being on time to my classes, and having time to out my books in my locker. I found the page dated August 24th, my first day of high school. I had all six classes that day, French, English, Honors Algebra, Physics, World History, and lastly Scripture. As I passed the La Salle campus, I noticed the bright orange walls, the big glass doors, and the crowds of students filing into the building. I was not nervous. I …show more content…
was excited! I waited impatiently as my friend’s mom pulled up to the Depaul campus. The first thing I noticed was St. Mary’s Cathedral towering over Depaul. Memories of my seventh grade field trip to St. Mary’s Cathedral rushed into my mind. I was excited to attend church in such a beautiful chapel. As I walked up the stairs into DePaul, I noticed the tiles lining the walls. When I grabbed the metal door handle, a cold feeling rushed through my hand. When I waked into DePaul, I heard dozens of people, Freshman and Upperclassmen, conversing. My friends and I parted ways, as my locker was in the opposite direction of their lockers. As I started walking towards my locker with two bags, one on each shoulder, another friend noticed I was struggling because the bags were so heavily filled with books. As she helped me to my locker, I noticed she smelled like a flower. Once we reached my locker, my friend left and soon a smell of pencils, old books, and perfume set in. After attending three of my classes, I went to lunch. I got in the lunch line and had a bagel with cream cheese, yogurt, and a fruit cup for lunch. The food that the chef had prepared smelled really good but I was not willing to wait in the long line to get. After I punched in my pin, I sat with a group of my friends, most of which I has meat during or after Jumpstart. Some of them had gone to St. Stephen with me. After lunch, I attended my last three classes and by the end of the day, I knew what school supplies I needed and how to work all of the websites used at Sacred Heart Cathedral.
I was proud of myself because I did not struggle with my lock or my locker and had made it to all of my classes on time. My scripture teacher, Mr. Baer, showed us around his classroom. Near the end of class, he came to his terrarium in the corner, which housed his snake. He explained to us that it was time for his snake to eat, and that he had a dead mouse for the snake to eat but it needed to be heated up. He the proceeded to ask the class who wanted to hold the mouse and heat it up. About five people raised their hands, not including me. I was grossed out but I also felt bad for the mouse. After Scripture, it was time to go home. I took the Muni home with two girls who had gone to St. Stephen with me. The Muni smelled really bad and but all I could think about was getting off at the right stop. The next few days at school, I started to really understand the schedule and got the hang of migrating between Lasalle and DePaul. I made new friends everyday, did not struggle with my locker once, had lunches that tasted, smelled, and looked amazing, and I am really glad I chose to come to Sacred Heart Cathedral. Everyone is really welcoming and nice. I have made great friends and I am really excited for the next four years at Sacred Heart
Cathedral!
The short story “Cathedral” has many aspects to the story that help develop the theme. Some elements are more obvious than others, but others may be small and have a grand underlying meaning. The main theme of “Cathedral” is sight. Putting the theme in less vague of terms, “seeing” something, or the big picture, involves a lot more than just looking at it with your eyes. The author uses the literary elements of characters, setting, plot, and symbolism to develop the theme of Cathedral by giving each element a big part or meaning to what the author is trying to get across to the reader.
The short story of the “Cathedral” by Raymond Carver shows the narrator as the main character of the story whose name is never mentioned. The narrator’s wife’s name is never mentioned as well, and her friend who is a blind man is coming to visit after losing his wife whose name is Robert. In the beginning of the story, the narrator shows that he is an excessive drinker and feels emotionally disconnected from his wife and his wife is excited about her friends visit, Robert. This kind of emotion makes him uneasy but doesn’t know why and because he knows that Robert is blind, he feels like he is better than him. Imagine having to meet a long time old friend of your spouse of the opposite sex who they a special friendship with and whom you haven’t
In the short fictional story Cathedral, there is a controversy that Robert is disliked by the main character whom he names “Bub” because of his perception that blind people do not have a purposeful life anymore and they do not share experiences that non-disabled humans share. Raymond Carver uses Robert as evidence to show that society tends to prejudge blind people and treat them like they are not humans, while in fact we all have similarities in life.
This school has made me realize my potential in life. Graduating for me is a great but unsure feeling; but I know everyone here has a great future ahead of them. If we lose our way, we'll just come back - TEACHERS, COUNT ON IT.
After finalizing my occupational goal, I noticed I was engrossed in life’s routine. With Homecoming activities approaching, my role as Student Council President increased to include more meetings and late nights preparing a fun filled week for the entire student body. My Advanced Placement classes seemed to intensify during this period and my students’ fall piano recitals neared. Bi-weekly meetings with my Girl Scout Troop and impending deadlines for the Yearbook cluttered my planner. On September 14, 2012, however, I was forced to slow down and analyze the meaning of my life when I was invol...
In particular, what really stood out to me was how warm the campus was on such a raw day. The staff treated me as one of their own, the tour guides seemed to know the school like the back of their hands and could
When I was in preschool, I was just learning how to write. Now, I am getting ready to graduate and move on to high school. This school has prepared me in many ways for high school and college. All of the teachers care for each and every one of the students and help the students understand the curriculum. Throughout my academic experience, I have made many memories with my fellow classmates. A memory that we will never forget is the competitive mad minutes in elementary school. Another memory that we will never forget is caleva. Everyone had so much fun and enjoyed it. We learned a lot about teamwork and trusting one another and that is the main thing about
Through the last 13 weeks I have learned about whom I am and what makes me who I am. I have made some great friends not only my age but also older and younger than me. I have realized many things about myself that I never would have realized if I wouldn’t have came here. College is a whole new experience that you could never imagine unless you are there. It is nothing like you read or even that you watch on TV. It is completely different and you learn a lot about yourself as a person.
Coming into a new high school, freshman year, I had to learn about how to adapt to the school and the environment very quickly. I still remember the first day I walked on campus one hot summer sunny day. As I walked up and down the campus walkway I stared at each of the eight buildings, intrigued with each building’s unique structure and amazed that each building was made out of actual bricks. I was terrified, lonely, and did not know what to do or think about for my first day of school. The night before, I was so worried, I had butterflies. I could not stop thinking about how different the schoolwork was going to be and how I was supposed to make friends. I left my room to go tell my mom that I could not sleep. She then told me, “Everything
I was at in impasse of emotions, simply because I was excited, but yet horrified of what was ahead of me. I followed the generic ritual for the first day of school, dressing myself head to toe in the best apparel I had available. I walked to my bus stop with a grim expression and waited until my bus arrived, as I entered the bus I see my friends in the back and I put on a completely different persona. We talk about what we did over summer and put together a false narrative of how we think high school is going to be. I enter through the main doors of the campus, I begin to fall into a cycle of trepidation as I see everyone walking in the halls. I am in an unfamiliar place, with unfamiliar people and become apprehensive of what’s
A sense of nervousness hits me as I look at the doors leading to the never ending feelings of what it was like to be in this school, some parts I miss others I don’t. Although there was awful moments here, this school and people has helped me become who I am today.
It took me a few minutes to find the fifth grade area, but I was able to get there on time. I was really scared. What if everybody hated me? I had never moved schools before, and I had no idea what it was like. Outside the classrooms, I saw some new people I saw on Orientation day like Telma, and Maria.
Fun, scaring, exciting are the feelings of my first week of school. This is a brand new experience of my life having to leave my friends and teachers in middle school behind. New school, new friends and new teachers are all part of this new school year. This one is different though, it’s the first week of high school.
First days are always nerve racking, whether it is the first day back-to-school or the first day at an incipient job, but nothing is more terrifying than your first day of high school. I attended high school in Philadelphia at a charter school; then I peregrinate to Florida the second semester of my freshman year. Despite the challenges I faced in the commencement, the overall outcome of my freshman year was outstanding.
I had to move a lot when I was growing up, the most drastic change was having to move from Indiana down to Knoxville, Tennessee. I was never able to truly find my place. I was there, but I didn’t feel like a belonged. This school was different. Getting the acceptable letter at the end of my 8th grade year was without a doubt the turning point in my life, whether I knew it then or not. This school si where I felt like I belonged. This school had a sense of community, a sense of unity, that I have never seen before. As many of you know, I often worked in our school’s library/media center, and I say first hand how instrumental every single one of us is. I have had the privilege to watch this school and this class grow up along with me and accomplish as much as we did, and we did it together as a family, our gryphon