Some of your successes may be personal triumph and some may be physical triumph, but for me, my success lies in academics. This may make me a nerd, but it stands for something that I enjoy and something that people claim I am good at.
When I was first born, my parents knew that there was something wrong with me, as my head had been deformed and shortly later, doctors realized that my skull was not growing. Lucky for me, one of the best cranio-surgeons in the country was located in the area where I was born. From that point on, any hope of me joining a sport was lost, because the risk heavily outweighed any possible reward that could have come from it. This meant that any success I desired had to come from elsewhere.
My crazy high school goal
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To start out, during my sophomore year, I took my first AP class, AP world history. I never exactly exceeded the teacher’s expectations and remained under the radar, until after the exam, when the teacher found out that I was the highest score out of anyone that took it in my grade at my school. After, I decided that I would try to take AP US history and AP European history the next year, much too every other person’s dismay. This year, however, I ended up higher on the teacher’s watch lists because I did fairly well throughout both classes, without much trouble. Exam time rolled around and again, I managed to score some of the highest for everyone that took the exams at my school, after taking the exams twice. After realizing that I was alright at these AP classes, I decided to reach a little and try for the National AP Scholar, so I decided to take 5 (6, technically because two were semester courses) AP classes my senior year. This decision resulted in a few (by a few, I mean a lot) sleepless nights, as well as numerous stressful days where tests all aligned on the same day. I never gave up, as I stood by my decision and had a clear goal in mind. Finally, exam time rolled around and I had not studied weeks before, as everyone else had done in preparation, and I had to make a few 2 am nights, reading books and reviewing for the exam that was on the next day. After everything had finished, and scores had come out,
I was taking AP World History, my first AP class. Keeping up my grades in the class was one of my biggest concerns, but surprisingly, it turned out to be a relatively laid-back class without much homework. Throughout the year, the class was mainly notes and document analysis. The only difficult part of the class was the tests. They were long and arduous with several vague questions based on specific parts of the curriculum that we had only gone over lightly. The course became more vigorous as the exam date drew closer; we began writing more essays, the tests we took grew longer, there were after school study sessions, and even a mock
My Senior year in High School has officially begun, only one more year at Corona High. I know that Senior year is supposed to be fun, but I believe every year is an opportunity to improve. I have already set my goals for this school year. I believe I can achieve a GPA of 4.0 or above. However, there are some personal goals that I need to complete first. I need to stop my terrible habit of procrastinating. Another goal of mine is to pass my AP tests so I can earn college credit. I also want to learn new things, so I started to learn the basics of Coding, now I need to finish this course. These are some things I look to accomplish this year.
As a child I was not in to many sports or involved in school activities. Going through high school I figured out that being involved in a sport or a school club would make my high school experience better. The first and only sport I chose to do was track. Track changed my whole high school experience and life. I learned to never give up, and it kept me out of trouble throughout my four years of high school.
Furthermore, my most challenging courses throughout my Junior year were Ap US history and Ap English Language. As for Ap US history time management
Success isn’t given, it’s earned on the track, on the field, and in the gym with blood, sweat, and the occasional fear” -Unknown. This is relevant because it is hard for students to want to play sports but also to do well in school. If high school students can’t find the time to keep their grades up or to keep a certain GPA, they should not be allowed to play sports. Students need to prove themselves to be able to play any sport and still be able to do well in school. Also, having good grades shows the coach maturity and may earn them more playing time if they are working hard in school and in practice.
All of my classes in high school I passed with no struggle. I would cram all the knowledge that I needed for a test the night before, so I thought college would not be any different. A week or two before my first ever college exam the professor announced that if we had not already been study, then we should start to right away. Being a young naive freshmen, I kind of blew the teacher off. Telling myself that I did not need to waste the next few weeks studying for one exam. So I waited until the last day to study. You might have an idea of what happened next. I failed the exam. Failing so bad that it would be nearly impossible for me to still get a C in the course. I could not even look at myself. The thought of disappointing my parents was making my stomach turn. This fear of failing the class was tearing me apart. The only chance at passing this class was if I turned myself into the perfect student. This meant turning things in on time, studying days in advance for exams, and going to my professor’s office hours. And that is exactly what I did. By some seriously hard work, long nights, and over a hundred red bulls, I was able to achieve a passing grade with a
I decided that I wanted to play a sport, I chose volleyball. Most of my friends played the sport so it wasn't hard for me to adjust and make new friends. Becoming a student athlete was a big adjustment for me, I could no longer float through my classes but I need to excel. And that's exactly what I did. For the first time in my high school career I made not only honor roll, but principal’s honor roll. For the first time my mom was proud of my report card, that made me even more proud. From then on I knew I wanted nothing less than what I earned, good grades and a proud family. From my decision to chose to become a student athlete not only make me work harder but, be great at everything I put my mind to. I had motivation to stay successful, to stay eligible. Three years ago if you were to ask me where I thought I would be my senior year, I probably would have told you low level classes barely making it by. Now here I am today excelling in my education preparing to take the next step in my future, college. Even if we don’t understand why we go through them, we have to be willing to let our obstacles become out
Then, three years ago, I broke through those walls. My conscious urged me against it, ran through all the “what ifs” of the situation, as usual, but this time I couldn’t help it. How can one ever truly test his abilities if one is too afraid to even take any initial risk? So, one cloudy, brisk Saturday morning, and joined the football team. Immediately after the first practice, the option of quitting crept its way into my mind. But how could I ever reach my goals if I couldn’t take on a high school sport? There will be thousands of students in college competing with me, professors looking to make scholars, not dropouts. If I couldn’t face this, I couldn’t face them. So, I endured practice after practice, game after game. Every day, I had to rebuild the courage I had to walk out on the field that first day to step out on the field. I was weaker, smaller, and less apt at the game than man of the guys on that team, but I the constant threat of fear couldn’t hold me back anymore.
During my early education, meaning elementary school and middle school, I was a very average student. I gave an average amount of effort to my grades, and I received above average results. This did not bother me, until the end of my 8th-grade year. At this point in the year, I was filling out what classes I desired to take the following year, my freshman year. I realized that from this point forward, I had to take my education much more serious, in order to get accepted to whichever college I desired. therefore, when planning my classes, I decided to challenge myself more than I ever have in the past, and take multiple honors courses. I assumed because of my grades, that I had what it took to be an honors-level student, but I was very wrong. One teacher, Mrs. Johnson, made me realize the kind of effort, time and energy needed to be devoted to my education.
I’ve always been the type of person that truly enjoys athletics and have participated in nearly all sports offered to me. I started playing sports in elementary with club softball and basketball. As I entered my middle and high school years I was able to add the school sanctioned sports to my list of activities. This afforded me the opportunity of competing in volleyball, basketball, golf, track and softball. The camaraderie and life lessons of sports seemed invaluable to me.
It was the focus of all my friends' attentions, and I loved it. Our teams were over stocked with players, but I got to play on offense and defense. I made the All Star teams. I found my niche and purpose in life. In junior high school, I started playing football year round. Football took hard physical work. I took to it like a duck to water; I excelled. In high school, I decided I wanted to play football in college. My goal was to get a football scholarship to a mid-level college and continue doing what I loved. I started coaching pee wee league and junior high football 7 on 7 teams. Life was good. It had taught me discipline; respect for authority, teamwork, and humility. It gave me an identity, respect, and a passion. Football was my life, I was happy. Then, at the beginning of my high school junior year, the unthinkable happened. My left knee buckled as I pivoted during a training exercise. The ground broke my fall, and my torn Anterior Cruciate Ligament broke my heart. I had successful reconstructive surgery the next week. The orthopedic surgeon convinced me that this was only a minor setback, and football would be waiting for me in six months. I was healing well and ahead of schedule when the unthinkable visited me
Sadly, my family was going through financial struggles, forcing me out of the school zone I was destined to attend. When I discussed the situation wih the high school coaches they told me they would pick me up from my new house and take me to school every day; with the condition that I’d play football for them all throughout high school. Even though this was illegal I continued to go ahead and accept the offer. My first year of high school was so exciting that it went by in the blink of an eye. Sophomore year came and the clock ticked closer and closer to when everything would change. I started in varsity as a corner back but soon would have big shoes to fill as the team’s quarterback. Not only did this require skill and hard work but the ability and qualities of a leader as well. Ultimately, playing this position helped me acquire traits that would soon be necessary for success. That year was tough for us because the majority of the team consisted of inexperienced players, however the coaches knew I would be the one to lead the
I switched into regular US History. The 5 bested me, or so it seemed, but I wasn’t ready to give up on my goal that I set out to do when I entered high school. With an AP US History review book in hand, I was able to continue studying for the big test while still managing the rest of my classes, sport and meetings. The big day arrived. I entered the auditorium with a disadvantage of not having an extra semester’s worth of material completely covered, but none the less I still took the test, and left it feeling proud of myself for not giving up. This test was my second chance to get a 5, and I was going to use that chance as best I
in eighth grade, as research highlighting the dangers of football became hard to overlook, my family made the decision that I needed to quit. I chose my academic career over my first love. I was the right choice to make, but that didn't make it easier. I missed out on playing under the "Friday Night Lights", being cheered on by thousands (Minnetonka is a big school), getting recognized as successful in the biggest high school sport. I started high school with few friends; football was one of the only things my fake friends and I had in
My junior year of high school was not one of the easiest years of my life. As a matter of fact, i think so far, it's been my hardest. Especially because of my AP English class. I had several other AP classes and honors classes, but this one seemed to be my greatest struggle. I am one of the very few people who enjoy and are actually great at mathematics. It is my favorite subject, closely followed by science. I always look forward to going to these classes. I also find an interest in government, which is why I currently take AP Government and politics. Back on the English track, I've never been much of a reader or writer, it's just something that I'm not very well at doing. Last year in AP English, I had a wonderful teacher who goes by the name of Mrs.Stagg.