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High School Graduation The beginning of the Highs School year,was a new experience for me,because of begin alone in the school without knowing nobody, not knowing the language and have zero knowledge of the academic level i need it to have in order to graduate, on the mid senior year of high school,i got a call from the counselor Mr.Calume,he told me that, in order to graduate i need it to pass 4 states exams that can be only due 2 times per year semester,and i was in my last semester of high school,so the chances of me passing those test were low for me. There for, i meet some olds friends from when i was a child from my country (Venezuela) they have move to the same school i me,so they reached me some tips and trick to pass
If I were the person that I used to be back in high school, or even directly after high school, I would fail these classes with straight “F”s. The reason is not because I was not smart enough, but because I was not willing to put in the effort, concentration, and dedication needed to get a good grade. This is hard work! Good thing I decided to grow up a bit in the past 14 years so I take it seriously.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, bee- “Ugh,” I groaned. It was Wednesday morning and I had a big math final today. I got up out of bed and went to go open my white curtains, that hung low to my floor. The sun welcomed my face with a warm, bright embrace.
Entering high school my freshman year, many things were new to me, and I wasn’t sure what I was going to get involved in as a student. The only thing I was sure of was that I was going to play high school soccer. I’d been playing soccer since I was about 8 years old, and finally having the ability to play for the high school I grew up watching was exhilarating. My main goal going into the soccer program was that I wanted to make the varsity soccer team by my senior year in high school- my brother had been a former varsity player, and I greatly wanted to fill his shoes and leave my mark at the school. Throughout my four years in the program, that was my main focus, but I was happy to discover that I was also making friends along the way.
8th grade One cold day in October I was on my way to class when the school had a gas drill, everyone ran outside and lined up by there teachers, everything was going well for me till some girls keep putting grass on my hoodie “stop doing that, also why are you doing that?” after I said that they stops for a minute and started doing it again, “you know that this is boring so just let me do this *smile*” said the girl although it was itchy and made me mad I let her do it till we went inside and since then we’ve been friends.
There was no warning, no dramatic police report, nothing that resembled the movies I watched growing up. I shouldn 't have been surprised, seeing how Yuba City was so insignificant to the rest of the world, but I suppose deep in my heart I was disappointed. I remember walking through the halls, not running, as if the hall monitor was still watching. He was dead.
Before I started school I did nothing but work, sleep and hang with my friends. I had time to go where I wanted and do more that I wanted. I also got a lot more sleep. I pretty much had that “get up and go whenever” type of life outside of work. But once school started, that all came to a screeching halt.
Looking back at my middle school years all I can see is a series of awkward moments. If I could go back with the knowledge I know now I do not think I would do that much different. I probably would not try to fit in so much. I always tried to fit in to cliques, which is a group of close friends who do not let in outsides, and I was trying to be like them instead of myself so I could fit in (Berger, 2014: 365). Trying to fit in I think I lost who I was and tried to become everything I was not.
I couldn’t stand up. My legs felt as if they didn’t work and I could barely breath. This was the greatest feeling I’ve ever experienced. I knew I had just gotten my first high school swimming gold medal.
All of my high school years i 've wanted to be remembered and leave an impact on this school. I wanted to be involved and try my hardest in everything I do, and excel even more. I love this school and would not want to graduate from anywhere else, continuing my family tradition. I have been a participant in track, show choir and also band.
Graduating High School A day I will never forget was the day that I graduated high school. All the emotions were overwhelming and hard to handle sometimes. It was hard to accept that one of the biggest chapters in my life was about to be over and I was about to start an even bigger one.
Throughout my life I have strived to achieve my goals solely on hard work and determination. My parents have taught me my work ethic and I am proud to say that I am hardworking and can learn most skills fast. I love people so it makes me a very friendly person so I can get along with anybody and that’s important because I can be around many different people and personalities. I focus really well and if I have a task at hand I will finish it with no hesitation and to the best of my ability. I enjoy learning new things so any chance I get I will try to learn a new way to help me in my classes.
Essay C I have obtained what seems to be a ticket to high school, literally. I am still in the 11th grade, but if I use this ticket it will take me to the next level (being 12th). I don’t know what to do. Do I use the ticket and skip like ¾ of the 11th grade or do I stay and learn everything I need to know for around 5 or 6 more months
I check my watch as I race to catch my first ever Austin Metro bus home. My metro bus ride to school in the morning proved disastrous. Taking the southbound rather than the northbound bus had left me confused while waiting for the return bus and embarrassed while explaining the reason for my late arrival to school. It 's 4:33. Oh man.