When they announced the third name, everyone around me started cheering. I had won third place. This was a very happy moment for me because I did not think my performance was worth a 3rd place spot. It was not an improvement from the year before, since I had also been given 3rd place, but I knew that this specific year, I worked hard and that I actually deserved that 3rd place spot instead of just being lucky enough to beat out a few other oboe
One freezing February Saturday, I needed wake up at six in the morning to go play in a volleyball tournament. The rest of my family was in Arizona and had left me in Iowa Falls, so I wouldn 't miss my finishing tournament of the season. I wasn 't jubilant about it, but I agreed anyway. My grandma drove me up to Dike New Hartford High School.
As a junior I moved from Ryan HIgh School to Braswell High School due to my zoning with the new school. Braswell High School was a brand new high school. I attended the first year it was open in which the highest grade level they offered was juniors. Most of the students moved from their old high schools to Braswell were devastated due to the strong school spirit at their previous schools. The administration at Braswell attempted to inspire new school spirit in all the students especially the junior class.
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.
I attended Henry E. Lackey High School in Indian Head MD which is in Charles County MD I attended Lackey High School my ninth and both my tenth grade years around the beginning of 2016. My last month in Lackey High School was in February, before I left Cousin Jerry and the PPW from my high school told me about Job Corps. I couldn’t stay at Lackey because of the drama going on and my cousin knew Job Corps could provide me with a high school diploma and provide direction for my life. At Lackey High School I was constantly in trouble arguing, being defiant about the rules, and not attending class.
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.
I was still in Bookman Road Elementary school my 4th grade year, I had the same teacher who taught me for my 3rd grade year Mrs. Tammie Hunter and had the same best friends. When I ended my 4th grade year at Bookman Road I was told I’m going to a different school; being young I was very confused but when the new school year started I then realized what my mother meant by a different school. That morning when school was starting I was excited, I’m going to my favorite school around my friends I felt like my 5th grade year was going to be the best year but that didn’t happen. When I was going to get ready I noticed a blue collared shirt and a plaid skirt, I was thinking to myself Bookman never had clothing like this it was a public school we
I was lost. Friends were not at my disposal. Time was in abundance. Thoughts was all i had. Freshman through Christmas break of my sophomore year I attended Berks Catholic High School, but before that I graduated from a feeder school named Scared Heart School.
The announcer started announcing the top 15 scores to come and receive their award. As the announcer went down the list, I hadn’t heard my name yet and when he got to the 8th place award my name was called, all my hard work had paid off. At first going into the tournament I was very nervous, But after I was proud of myself for setting a goal and completing it.
Stumble. Survive. Create a new generation. The cycle of striving for perfection and purpose reveals itself to those who contribute to the heirs of the human condition, children, and I was one of them, quivering with a hand on my shoulder advising me on when to draw and how to breathe. As I cautiously signed my name to the organization which, unbeknownst to my seventh-grade self, would become my young legacy, my self-definition, I didn 't think about the many friends—rather, and pardon my cliché, family—that I would make.
I entered the doors of Forge Road Elementary School on a Monday morning with a glowing, vibrant smile. My fellow fifth grade classmates were astonished by my hair, perfectly pressed and straitened, cascading from the top of my head down to my shoulder blades. The night before, my mother finally complied with my importunes and strayed away from our Sunday night tradition of braiding my hair into what seemed like a hundred tiny, stiff braids. Sunday nights were war; my knotted and curly hair the enemy, my mother the brave warrior, and the comb her weapon. I was joyfully elated when my mother agreed to straighten my hair .
It was just a regular Thursday at Nain High School, or so I thought. It started with everyone getting ready for the football game. Makayla was warming up her drum solo thing, Samantha was warming up her section of the band, we cheerleaders were stretching, and the football players were running. Our school isn’t big enough to do anything fancy, like big competitions or any crazy halftime shows, but we do have a some charter buses. Our charter buses are usually white, with red stripes across the whole bus.
The two directors scribbled down notes and politely told me that my audition was over and that I could send in the next person. My first day of fall play was terrifying. There is no way of twisting it, I had no clue what to expect. Emma and I walked into the auditorium and deposited our things on some chairs.
