This past week was pretty hectic, and I had to handle some
Thanksgiving Break The main thing I did over my thanksgiving break was hunting. It was Bob Carter, Andy Carter, Wayne Woulsy, Willy Carter, and I. We started duck hunting on Wednesday on the 23rd of November. Are first hunt we saw a bunch of mallard ducks light on a pool east of are blind. We killed 1 wood duck and 1 wigeon duck.
The events of the past few months were twisted around my ankles and dragged around their weight wherever I went. My friends were enjoying the beginning of the school year without me, and the discouraging weakness that comes with
It almost seemed to be an ideal day, at first. Not until we heard the news about the mishap. Hearing the news that David was hit by a car made me feel like I was paper being shredded and yanked in half over and over again. The impact on our school was similar, too. The school was in a state of distress.
At 5:45 AM the alarm on my phone blared some generic default tone that I had never gotten around to changing. This was probably the earliest I’ve ever gotten up in my entire life. I groggily removed myself from the pile of blankets on the floor that I had been sleeping in and headed for the shower, brushed my teeth, washed my face and searched my near empty closet for something to wear on my first day of school. Although I was absolutely exhausted and there was yet to be any furniture in my room, I was thrilled to be transferring to Pattonville High School in midst of my junior year and living in a bigger house in a better community.
I didn’t do well my freshman year because I was trying too hard to be someone that I was not. In addition, my parents’ separation resulted in my Dad moving to Sonoma. I didn’t have him around to help me through this tough time. I felt alone and to this day I never see my dad.
Everything began when my mother was diagnosed with colon cancer. As her condition deteriorated, the task of caring for my younger brother and niece fell on my shoulders while my older sister worked to support us. I also had to help my mostly bedridden mom care for herself. Consequently, I was extremely busy at home and therefore, often missed school.
Of course I am not trying to make up excuses on why I did so poorly, throughout this semester I have been dealing with my own internal problems and also illnesses. I have been dealing with family problems such as, potential divorces and differences in the family that have been arising
This year has been a little difficult because there is a lot of pressure on us as the student, because there are some qualification the we need in order to pass senior year and get our diploma. Apart from the pressure of senior year, I had a concussion at the beginning of the school year the was unexpected, I was out for few days when I came back to school I had to catch up with all the work the I missed. It was not easy for me because I never gotten a concussion before and I play one of the dangers sports ‘Cheerleading’. The was just the beginning of my senior year, I always believe the things happen for a reason and after I will understand why it happen.
On the first day of school it was like my brain was about to explode. I have to be to the right class, with the right supplies, at the right time. Throughout the day I was at my locker so many times I could barely count! Following that, It 's inconvenient for teachers because they have to keep track of everything. Students, assignments,homework
I ended up being on crutches all but two months of my senior year. I didn’t realize this would have such a toll on my schoolwork. When it first happened I was discouraged and put in the least amount of effort to my homework and my overall learning which is the exact opposite of how I have ever acted before. After the first trimester I realized that it was up to me to change gears and realize what was important and that was learning. My situation didn’t change I was still on crutches but that didn’t affect my ability to learn and be a good student.
To my utter surprise I came to school the next day much better and found out that that was my fifth absence and we could only have four to be exempt. After going over all the days I was counted for I came to find out that one of my student council trips counted against exemptions and now I had to take all my finals. Later in the same day I also found out that I wouldn’t be able to go on my navy junior reserve officer training corps senior trip that I helped plan for the part year. As if it couldn’t get any worse I remained sick up until halfway through finals week. A half-witted mistake led to a domino effect of things going wrong.
My body ached, I stopped eating and tried to stop feeling by sleeping for close to twelve hours a day. Luckily my parents, god bless their souls, fought tooth and nail with me almost every day just to get me to sit up and get out of bed never mind leave the house. In the winter of 2014, I was diagnosed with clinical depression. As time went on I was able to get treatment and by late spring I was back at school. When school ended in June of 2015 I wanted to continue on to my senior with the rest of my classmates.
As a child, high school seemed like a place that was miles away. Everything about it- with the exception of the graffitied bathroom stalls-lit up my eyes with the dream that I would one day be walking down its halls as a student. Although high school felt so far away, Montville High School itself was no stranger to me. When I was younger, my mom tortured me by sending me to the Chinese program held there every Sunday. I also used the school’s athletic facilities from joining the recreation track program, which I stopped going to after two weeks from discovering my antipathy for physical activity.
Today was my first tutoring session. It was both over whelming and relaxing at the same time. When I first got there it was a bit over whelming trying to figure out where my session was and finding all the materials I needed. There was also an awkward transition between the session before mine leaving the room and myself getting into the room. The session before me went over their time, so I really didn’t have time to set up or prepare my space, which made me feel unprepared to start.
