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Throughout my past four years at Weddington High School, I am inspired by the impact my teachers have given me. I believe education is the greatest gift you can give to a person who is striving to make a difference. This is something that I have been interested in for several years. I am currently a teacher assistant for Mrs. Donna Nunn’s Microsoft Word and PowerPoint class that allows me to see how lesson plans are carried out in a classroom environment and I know that this experience has given me a stronger desire to become a teacher. During my freshman year of high school, Ms. Marisa DiFronzo made literature become a very engaging subject for me, not only by her way of teaching but also her ability to bring the class together as one.
I entered Bishop Connolly High School in fear. I thought I would be drowned by homework, and I thought that I would find difficulty in finding friends. Those notions were not true. But aside from my fears for high school, I had an aspiration to become to closer to God. My family is religious, and I intend to carry the tradition to going to Church every Sunday and every Holy Day of Obligation, but there is more beyond going to Church.
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’m not an orator, nor am I a scholar. Though I do enjoy a good debate and engaging in intellectual conversations ; I feel like I am never “good-enough”. I always seem to find myself comparing myself to others. Whether it’s my grades or appearance. I never feel worthy.
Imagine that you have been trying something hard for so long and then finally just quit. I have always had ok grades here at Lowell Middle School. this year I started to go in the lower range of grades like D’s to C’s. But other years at lowell schools were not even close to years like this.
Laconia Middle School was the local school for those that lived in Laconia. Knowing most of my classmates and having many friends I felt as though I was at a very good place in life. Attending school everyday was fun for me. I got to be in classes with my best friends, had some of my favorite teachers, worked out a wonderful schedule and played the sports I loved, but if anything middle school was especially important to me was when I began to pick up a fascination for history and also began to realize how the Bosnian War had affected me as a person. Seventh grade was the year I was asked to write an essay about my biggest fear.
The Mora High School cafeteria is a very familiar place to me, with it’s columns in the middle of the room, the off-white paint, and white and blue tiled floor. The cafeteria is usually a place full of a lot of kids and incredible amounts of noise. It’s nearly empty except for the four tables placed in the formation of a square near the little nook where the lunch ladies serve us food, or at least what tries to pass as food. The seats around each table are occupied by the cast of Annie celebrating the completion of their second show. The cast of Annie doesn’t even come close to filling the cafeteria, but the noise level could nearly be the same as when it’s fully filled during lunch.
This 8th grade year and my entire middle school experience was a fun time and a blast. I hope I get to experience In high school. The one question for high school is will it be a drastic change. In this bit of writing from my humanities I asked a big question.
It was a cold, dark, snowy, average Michigan morning. Wham! My bedroom door opened and my mom told me it was time to get up for school. I was hoping that we would have had a snow day with all of the snow that accumulated during the night, but we didn 't because Jenison never closes school for snow. It was such a struggle to even get out of bed!
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.
I am currently a freshman attending high school. Prior to becoming a high school student, I was eagerly anticipating my transition into the high school from middle school. I was convinced that everything would change for the better as soon as I walked through those unfamiliar halls. I had high hopes that my teachers and classes would suit me better than those that I encountered in middle school, which were rather lackluster.
Middle school story So it all started on the day I became a middle schooler It had been while since I had made contact with any of my friends for the past three years and it was weird to see them again for the first time and it was weirder seeing them at my bus stop and it was awkward at first then I got on the bus. And soon the day was to begin and I made some friends on the bus and I still am friends with to this day.
When I graduate from high school and I am just about to start my real life I want to look back at my life and be happy, I mean doesn 't everybody want to look back on their lives and have no regrets? I know that there are a couple of things I am happy that I 've done and a couple I wish that I wish I could change a bit. So now I am going to reflect back so I know what I can change before I start high school.
It was a blistery day when I was born on January 28, 1997. I was due a month later, but that was not to be, as my mother Jill had to undergo a c section to have me. I was a whopping 5 pounds, and had to be transported immediately via helicopter from the St. Peter hospital to the Children’s Hospital in the Twin Cities. I had some lung function problems, but I eventually made it out of the hospital and back home. The doctors told my parents that I may have some learning difficulties, because I was a premature child.
I soon realized that highschool is not some teenage dream. My freshmen year 4 people at my school were either killed or died. One of those people was someone
