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For most of my life lived in Wisconsin. I graduated from Mahone middle school and had mostly A's and B's from my class. Most of my classes were not honors and it never appeared to me that I would go far in life. So when I enter Glen and Fike High school, everything changed dramatically in my academic.
The balloons are out, the flowers are in bloom, I smell summer. I smell a summer like no other. Not because the groundhog came out early this year, or because I was one year older, but because I was a graduate, from Gilkey International middle school (finally). Sophie comes up to me yelling, super excited for the night ahead, graduation. As we rehearse our ceremony, in our high inched heels and dainty fake eyelashes Charlie runs up behind us screaming in our ear jumping us out of our own skin.
February sixth was the day of my last middle school game. We were playing our rivals , Ledford middle school. The first time we played them we only lost by two points. The first five starters for Ledford and our first five including myself were all standing at half court for tip off. The ref. threw the ball up and Gillian tipped it back to me.
On Wednesday, February 1, 2017, Chino Hills High School was out of power, resulting all the students got released early. I walked into the school campus about to sit at the normal table that I wait at. I usually get to school thirty minutes early because of traffic. I did notice something was off when I sat down. The area where I sat was a bit darker than usual.
As I traveled through each grade of the Croton-Harmon High School, my personal and academic goals helped to me to really flourish. These goals may have varied from year to year because a freshman is a little different from a senior, but they basically had all the same concept: I wanted to strive in school to be the best all-around student I could be, constantly stay focused and immerse myself in the Croton community. By setting my expectations and goals very high, I could flourish academically and really work to my full potential. By following these goals in school I pushed myself very hard and tried to take classes that would challenge me as well as help me to flourish as a student.
There it was, standing in the distance, a tall gloomy gray-colored building. With a few splashes of blue paint added to the dull cement to add color to what would otherwise be a lifeless building. This building was non-other than the one and only Stoller Middle School. I never referred to it as a middle school but more as a prison, it was full of rules that were put in place just to suck away any possible fun from a child’s mind. Maybe I didn’t like the place because I was suspended five times from it.
High school was a roller coaster ride for me, from the endless fun of parties to the minor breakdowns and panic attacks that would land myself in the hospital. The pressure and stress got to me and the fact that failing out of the school that I’ve been going to for twelve years with long life friends was coming to an end. Now that I look back at it though it might have been the best decision for my well-being because then I would of not been able to meet the people that I met at Chamblee Charter High School. You would think moving from a private to a public school would be a big cultural shock, you are very correct. Atlanta International School, which was the school I went for basically my whole life, was a very open minded, well rounded, and accepting establishment since the most of the students where from all over the world.
When it comes to sports my family has many ties to Middletown High School South. In the Going as far back as the 1980’s when my Dad attended the same high school. He was a standout wrestler for the team and was given multiple scholarships to wrestle in college. My family name is everywhere within the trophy rooms and walls of Middletown South. I am the youngest of three children with two older sisters coming through high school before me.
Today was going to be my first day of school and I was quite nervous. I knew I wasn’t going to meet any of my friends in Vietnam wasn’t going to be in my school but I hoped for the best. I then walked in class and my teacher introduced me to the whole class.like I just moved from state to a state even though I literally just moved countries. She placed me in seat with a person name “Jake”.
The 3rd grade to the 7th grade was one of the most dreadful times of my life. It all started when my 3rd grade teacher took me to a room where my parents were sitting in. She started talking to them about how I was always looking distracted or confused during test’s and assignments. She suggested that we go see a doctor about me having ADD or ADHD but at the time I had no idea what ADD was or if it would affect my life in the slightest. When we arrived at the doctors he started asking me many question about my day to day life.
I got more scared that time, I stared thinking about what if me late for class, what’s going to happen now, etc. I wanted to ask someone for help but I couldn’t asked. I was looking for my class and one girl came to me and asked me, “can I help you?” and I couldn’t understood what was she trying to telling me.
Growing up there were many time where things would happen but I was too young to realize it or even know what was happening. As time went passed thing got better and less noticeable but that is when things normally take a turn for the worse. But most people when looking at me would say he is African American but in reality yes I am partly African American
My second rewarding school experience was in high school senior year. I chose my senior experience because I had to fix what I had done my earlier years of high school. I had to retake some classes and sacrifice my time and my teacher 's were willing to do the same to get me to pass. My teacher 's noticed my main struggles were in math and English and we made a plan of success to help me get on the path to graduate. This year is important because of two reasons reason one was it was my senior year and the second reason was that my school was closing down and there wasn 't going to be any summer courses to take to make up the classes.
I did not talk this is the wrong way, but I did not agree what she was talking to my parents. At the talk time she always had despised behavior, and screamed for my parents that they did not care about me that was the reason I was a stupid and could not get an A, my parents were so sad and they could not keep calm to scold me, although my grade was B. We were really worried and scared of her class; in class time, she punished us by the F grade if we tried to oppose her problem, she will use a reason that we were not respecting her in class, it looks like we were her slaves in class. And that is why I cannot sympathy to her after I finished her class, as we never can connect together, the distance is longer in a relationship between the teacher and a student. Addition, in important, environment of schools are very stress, student usually must be face with stress and more hard exams.
The morning of my first day, I was terrified, but also profoundly excited. My mother had beamed about Miami High’s immense school spirit. She had been an alumni herself. I already had a club I wanted to join in mind, even before I saw the list: Honoria. She had been part of Honoria for all four years of her high school experience in the 1980’s and told me about it.