I may have it harder socially than most people, but I have experiences that nobody else does. It is important to embrace what I have gone through and continuously learn and progress. Allowing a struggle to become an excuse is a way of conceding and being defeated and I think that is the weak thing to do. To brush off what has happened with a smile and embrace new challenges is the strong thing to do and will only increase personal growth. My advice for anybody who will be moving soon to a new place, most likely college, is to keep an open mind and heart to people that they do not know.
Nobody asked me about where I came from or why I came here, people just went to class and that is it. Most of my efforts to socialize with Americans failed. All of the friends I made were Latino.
I was very afraid on my first day that I would make no friends because everyone seemed already have cliques. However, in my first class I ended up meeting my best friend. By risking isolation I became more confident in my decisions, and met my best friends, I could not have found any of this by following the crowd.
I did not have many friends before simply because I was too scared to try to relate with people mostly because I didn’t believe in people, and that was a mistake. I found out that summer that people are so much more than they appear to be. My crew was made up of a hippy, a hick, a soldier, a nerd (me), and a brainy girl. I learned so much about them and sure, there were some arguments, there were times where I didn’t know if it was going to be okay, but there were more times when I realized just how much i needed and appreciated each of them. During our work, I filled many different roles; I learned from this because the next year I took initiative and filled the role of tuba in the top band at school.
“Are you sure you have everything?” my mom asked one last time. I smiled and nodded yes for the fifth time. My mom, dad, and half-asleep little sister walked with me out of the small conference room along with other sad, but proud families. This was the last time I would see my family this summer for I was participating in the UCLA High School Summer Research Program (HSSRP).
I had grown up in all-white areas all my life, causing me to be ashamed of my background. When my family moved, I became exposed to people of all different backgrounds. When moving, I found people of the same culture as me, which resulted in learning about it and feeling comfortable expressing it. In brief, after
Section1-You and Collage I am a sophomore at chase high school. I always eat breakfast at school and lunch when I come home my mother will cook supper for me. ,Then i go on Skype and get in Skype calls with my friends after that I take a bath and go to bed. ,When I get up at 5:15 it the time I get up once I get to school I socialize with my friends. I would have to take collage classes at night and would have to go to bed during the day.
I am 17 years old and a senior this year at Cary-Grove High School. I live in Cary and have lived here all my life. School is a very important aspect of my life and I continue to challenge myself every day in order to give myself a chance at receiving a quality education. Some of my favorite hobbies include listening to music on Spotify and watching some of my favorite movies. When I am not listening to music of watching movies, I am most likely at some extracurricular activity.
Barnes-Beasley. Session1.Journal As a former military dependent, I moved from one Military base to another. I attended 3 different high schools. Started my freshman year at O’Fallon Township High School in O’Fallon, Illinois.
For instance, after graduating from high school, I began to lose friends. During those four years of education, I was able to make an assortment of friends. These people came from a large spectrum of society. Most of them were either Black, White, Hispanic,Asian, and multicultural.
I was sitting in the Doctor Who covered room, looking at the confusing, empty schedule, I had 30 minutes to fill in my life for the next year. Junior High. I am going into seventh grade. I thought of a younger me, walking through the halls of Webster, thinking, "I 'm a second grader now". But, she has a long way to go.
During my last year of Middle School I was diagnosed with depression. This illness caused me to discourage my abilities and it deeply affected my social skills. At the same time I was also being bullied by other kids at school. I remember silently crying every day as I walked home from the bus stop. When I was first diagnosed, the doctors told me that isolating the problem was a good thing.
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.
As 7th grade started, my social life came to a definitive close. I struggled greatly with friends, primarily because one of my good friends had left Trafton in 6th grade to receive home schooling, and because all of my other friends from elementary schools attended other schools. I attempted to reach more friendly terms with people who I previously
Boom Senior year has only yet to begin. Senior year is finally here! Everyone has lived for the moment of starting and ending senior year. It’s the last year we have the opportunity to be with everyone and the last year to live as children before real adulthood comes. At the beginning of the school year I knew this was my year to live my life to the fullest… then BOOM!
