he Lady with the pet Dog, and Life after High School by Joyce Oates both demonstrate satisfactions and frustrations of romantic relationships and dramatizes unhealthy and healthy forms of love in different ways. The similarities between the two stories is greater than the differences when it comes to romantic love, the unhealthy relationship between characters, and the plot’s structure. Joyce Carol Oates’, The Lady With The Pet Dog and Life After High School, both stories have similarities in their characters. They revolve around three main characters and are told in a third person point of view. Life After High School doesn’t uncover any of the characters true feelings or thoughts, and in The Lady With The Pet Dog, the story is limited omniscient, and uncovers Anna’s emotional isolation, depression and desire to find fulfillment in a relationship with a man.
This interraction applies to me in different ways but, one of them has to di with the school i choose to attend. Each individual has their own personality and we select the type of environment we want to be part of. I like organization and order. When it was time to find a high school I choose an interesting one that I loved. Its name is Franklin Police and Fire High School in Phoenix.
Growing up through middle school years, I had conformed to settling for whatever grades I got and not really working hard. When the transition was made to high school, I truly learned how much work would have to been put in for to make average grades, much less above average ones. At the beginning,
I have been constantly dealing with struggles, from which I have learned. One of my biggest struggles, from which I have learned and am still learning, was the transition from middle school to high school. While this is a common struggle for almost all students, that doesn’t mean we should overlook it or write it off in our own lives. When I first began high school, I was filled with adrenaline, which fueled me and kept me on my toes enough to keep up with the workload. This "honeymoon phase" came to an end, and I started falling behind.
This is something that applies to students as well. As a student, you have to be responsible enough to balance school work with extracurricular activities along with family and friends. With band practices 5 or 6 days a week, each lasting 3 or 4 hours, and competitions most Saturdays, balancing school and a regular sleep schedule is quite a challenge. Along with band and classes, there comes the responsibility of volunteering with the local middle school, and those students depending on me. Going to Windy Hill Middle School twice a week after school is something else that I have to work into my weekly schedule.
If I were the person that I used to be back in high school, or even directly after high school, I would fail these classes with straight “F”s. The reason is not because I was not smart enough, but because I was not willing to put in the effort, concentration, and dedication needed to get a good grade. This is hard work! Good thing I decided to grow up a bit in the past 14 years so I take it seriously.
Through six and seventh grade I was never really organized, but in the eighth grade, I had a moment that made me realize that if I wanted to do good and keep my grades up I had to be organized. The moment was when it was almost time for finals. When it came time for me to start my studies it took me a very long time for me to find all of my notes and important papers because my locker and my notebook was disorganized, I literally had to empty my whole entire binder and organize all my notes and papers for each class. This took up valuable study time which I did not like. After this moment and receiving my grades I realized that I can no longer stay disorganized.
The lunch bell rang loudly in my ear as I packed up my materials from math class. As soon as Mrs. Millie released our class, I raced everyone else in our grade to my locker so I wouldn’t have to wait in the back. I quickly entered the combination into my lock, snatched my lunch box from the top shelf and met up with Whitney by the cafeteria doors to get a good table that wasn’t in the back corner where we normally sat. “So, how have you been since...
I felt sick. My breath was coming in short, uneven puffs and my stomach felt like it was being twisted and squeezed and shoved into my lungs. I could feel the butterflies bumping into one another and then crash landing against the edges of my belly. My hands were shaking harder than they were this morning and I could not find my voice. I wanted to fall into some kind of pit where I could go home and eat ice cream and pretend that I did not exist.
Growing up I was the only student of Indian descent in my grade level until the 8th grade. It was due to this I was viciously bullied and assaulted growing up. The bullying negatively mentally and emotionally affected me and it was due to this bullying I had fallen into a bad group of "friends" during my sophomore year. These "friends" kept the bullies at bay and I started to accept them. One day they had convinced and pressured me to shoplift, or face being hurt, two packs of cards, which I unwisely did because I did not want to return to being bullied and feared being hurt.
Whoever said, "Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me," must not have gone to high school. As a high school cheer captain, I have developed a vocation of leadership, compassion, and confidence. I walk through the halls of my high school with my head held high. However, I haven 't always been the confident young woman I am now.
Waking up at 6:30 am is starting point of my day. While I get dressed for school, I write down what I need to achieve. Some of these goals are short term and some are long term. The activities that help me find resolutions are, time management, a positive attitude, and decision-making. This altered me by showing how these skills help me prepare for college.
This makes it easier for me to be very adaptable and open to new ideas. At one point, I did end up dropping out of high school. I was in a tough place in my life at the time and I went from A’s to F’s in a span of
It’s coming. We all know. We’re all terrified. We’re all excited. (Anaphora) We all want to run away and towards at the same time.
The way how I change in high school. In high school I change my dress with another better. I change my behavior, because they are helping you to get better. Another way I change in high school, is because in high school are deports that you can try out for be in varsity team. It’s awesome because sometimes you go out of Laredo to go play.
