With their help I left John Edgar Howard elementary school with a strong head on my shoulders, and the devotion to strive for more. I had to move to a different elementary school because John Edgar Howard Elementary ended up being closed, because of the rough neighborhood. I then, attended Bradbury Heights; a school that I didn’t know existed. I was never exposed to many different neighborhoods, or opportunities. I managed to graduate and proceed to middle school where I continued my athletic career of basketball, and outstanding academic profile.
“The journey doesn’t start at the beginning, but it begins at the end.” The last year I had at Lionville Middle School was only the start of my long career and I was properly prepared by all the teachers and staff that helped me on my journey. When I first arrived at Lionville Middle school, I was scared about the environment and it was the first time that I had to switch classes for every different subject. I had numerous friends from Lionville Elementary School that came to the Middle school with me and aided me in the tough transition to such a populous school. I did not transfer to this district
Threw out my high school career, I have been at Camelback High School within the Montessori program that is relatively new to the school. I wake up early (around 5am) and take the bus everyday to school because I choose not to drive. I have thought about quitting more than once, but decided to stay because I strive for completion. I also pride myself on my honesty. The truth is I always do the bare minimum but I also attempt the extra mile whenever
Newton was a town just east of the coast Ceils. The people were nice and friendly, it being a small town everybody knew each other. Maddie, Zach, Cody and Karen are all good friends. But ever since last year Maddie, Zach, Cody, and Karen noticed that the town has been becoming strange. The people were acting weird and bad things kept on happening.
Have you ever thought about going through time and rewrite the wrong you did at some point? Was it because you failed that math test or you messed up with your high school crush? Or did you simply do something so wrong that you ended up burning that bridge of trust. Say you do go back in time and alter that specific event. Would everything go back to the way it was.
I had to persevere in high school because school is hard because I have learning disabilities. I have ADD which causes a few problems. For one thing, it makes comprehension and doing work slower because I lose focus and have to come back into focus. Another thing is it makes it hard for me to sit still without being quite fidgety. I was that kid at story time that the teacher had to give a ball of wax to, so that I could fidget in order to sit quietly and listen to the story.
Remember High school. Each person had their own group of people of close friends. Each day you would have eight total periods a day, including lunch and that one random class to make sure you have your arts and english classes passed before graduation. The only real time you had any time that was not about school was when there were assemblies and activities such as Prom/Homecoming or basketball games. The assemblies were always either something related to regulation, such as bullying or drug prevention, or a celebration for basketball/football.
Going to school shaped who I am in many ways. It taught me how to do math, how to write, and many other things that have interested me and that made me think. School also brought my friends and I together. Without school bringing these things to me, I wouldn 't be who I am today. When I first went to school I was very excited, hyper, and emotional.
It is the anger I felt, building inside me when I was pushed down in kindergarten. It is the color of lipstick worn at my first high school dance mimicking how I was feeling: daring. It is blood rushing out of me, knowing it is something a band-aid will not fix. It is the color of my bloodshot eyes after crying for hours on end, wanting to be taken out of the misery I am in, hopeless and alone. It is my cheeks after having the attention for one minute too long.
Junior year of high school most definitely did not go as planned. As a matter of fact, so far, the hardest year, especially because of my AP English class. Having several other AP classes and some honors classes, AP English seemed to be my greatest struggle. Being a math and science lover, I never took interest in reading or writing. Last year in AP English, changed my perspective in life for everything.
Growing up, people would always ask "what do you want to be when you grow up?" flash-forward to senior year of high school where the most common question asked became “where are you going to college?” Time was flying by and although I had a pretty good idea on where I wanted to attend in the fall, when I was accepted to all of my top choices, the decision became a challenge. Strangely enough Xavier University of Louisiana was the last school I applied to. It was nowhere on my radar until I did my research.
My junior year was especially significant to me. I was off to a great start - I was doing well in my classes, and competing strongly on the cross country team. I had just finished a race with my fastest time, which qualified me for the varsity team. The same week as that qualifying race, I fell and I got a concussion. As a result, I had to take 2 weeks off from school and stop running while I recovered.
In third grade, I was out of school for a week because of sickness. As usual, is always a cold, fever, and bad sore throat. After I get sick, I always faint because of dehydration. My mom, as always, ask me if I feel like I am going to faint and most of the time is a “yes”.
During the four years that you are in high school, almost everyone will come in contact with extremely joyful and great experiences as well as a few confusing and lousy ones. I, of course, encountered both. One experience in particular that has had a lasting effect on me is my participation as both a competitive cheerleader and sideline football cheerleader during the first three years of high school. To give some backstory, I was a competitive gymnast for seven years. Once I got to high school, I discovered we did not have a gymnastics team, but my high school did have a competitive cheer team where I could tumble and compete (two things which I love) at the same time.
The entire ride had been an interesting one. No one had thought that anything like this would happen to a small band from SFT. Many of the students were thinking about the night before. Why wouldn’t we considering our basketball team had won state. Which was definitely better then what our current situation was.
