I had the best high school experience. I had so much fun but at the same time I did some things wrong, but who cares that was high school I didn’t have any responsibilities or things like that. When I first got to high school it was normal to me because since I was middle school I had a lot of friends in school, and once I got to the high school I went “American Senior High” it was awesome. I n my freshman year I very lazy and crazy since I had all my friends there. I remember we would skip class, skip school and for that reason I failed math! I had to do nigh school my sophomore year, following by lots of test but I have always been a good student not so much with classwork but I was well behaved and teachers liked me because of that. I would For two years I had to deal with that horror of fcat reading. My writing fcat I passed it right away but for reading I had to try multiple times, therefore, as you can imagine I failed the act my frist ime, it was unbeliable I wanted to getit over with but I had to repeat it one more time and I passed it. I think the major factor on my reading is the Spanish, my friends and I had the same problem but past it the second time. Other kind of a bad experience with highschool was math. Since I was little I have always struggle with math, and it’s actually weird because all my family has study math careers and they even have business but I was the only kid who wouldnt like to go to work at the family’s business. I remember all my family having to go to work but me, I t was so much fun. Now I look back and I think should’ve done it, because it would’ve helped me in my math’s courses. Then it came junior year, and I had this professor called Mr.Baptist. Big Haitian guy with a heavy accent, and very strict but sometimes funny. He until this day it’s the only teacher who has help me to understand math. Everyone in the class would hate him for being so strict but at the same time with him you will actually learn and we “the students” would like that. In my junior year I had a lot of fun too! It was the trip to Busch gardens, the To start off by saying that when you are in senior year you don’t study. I remember that the first week of being a senior student, the school put the senior calendar and we would have activities the whole entire year. Us three participated in all the senior activities, we had the same classes and since we knew all the staff in the office and we would get along with our counselor and the registrar we would always be there and not go to class. I remember doing lunches with them, helping them out, which I wouldn’t mine because I like the office environment and things like that, but nothing like Grad bash. As I’m writing I wish I can go back to those moments it was simply the best. For Grad bash, we of course had our group and I and my two friends had so much fun. We got wet one of them almost cried of how scare she was! Including me. I will never ever ride again the harry potter ride. Since our friends had already graduated and they were old, we would go to parties on a Wednesday and Thursday and we would wake up to go to school the next day. We would tell our parents we were doing a project but the truth it was that we were at clubs and still go to class with a huge hangover with no problem. Like I said at least we were responsibles to go to school the next day. For our graduation it was funny because we all had to go through a mission to graduate. One wouldn’t pass the esol exam, the other one didn’t pass the fcat but finally passed
High school is meant to be the time of your life, but for most seniors just like me it can be some of the most emotional and crazy time. The things in my past make me who I am today, and the things I do now are the first footsteps into the future. I’ve learned a lot about myself in these past four years, and I still have so much learning to do. This is my high school story; the good, bad, and the ugly.
At the outset of college, orientation, I was not so thrilled. Number one because Mason likes most everyone else was my second choice. I had hope to get into UVA but I knew my grade point average went to *censored* my senior year and it wasn't going to happen. So here I am sitting I the theater in the basement of Johnson Center listening to some old guy, whose brown suede jacket and bright pink shirt are making me dizzy, go on and on about the honor code. Don't cheat, gees that's a new concept. The night finished up with some cheesy get to know you class dance and sleeping in the dorms at Wilson. Ah the smell of stagnant air that had not been circulated in four months. Combine that with a super soft sinking mattress and one can image the kind of sleep I got. It made staying home and working at Wal-Mart looking more and more like a wise career move.
High school was, well, I guess you could say normal, but what is normal? I went to class, complained about the food, teachers, projects, you know, the “normal stuff”. In high school, looking back, I guess you could say that I was the one who had all the answers and always knew what was going on. As my one classmate put it one day “Holly’s like the New York Times; she always knows what’s going on.” I was the one that knew what the homework was, what the test would be on, if you needed notes you could copy mine because I had them all, and this was a big one; need help with your homework? Ask Holly. I’m not trying to say that I was an over-achiever, I too slacked off just as much as the next person, I guess my point is, is that I wouldn’t have been that girl if it hadn’t been for my friends.
High school was not a completely dreadful experience, but I did not get a really an exceptional education. As I entered high school, I thought it would be a whole new exciting chapter in my life. I started out as an involved student, and went through all of the Advance Placement and Honor classes, and managed to be at the top 12% of my class. In high school, I basically placed myself to enjoy it; I joined all of the extra curricular activities I was interested in. I was in band, tennis, swimming, dance team, and Key Club. Sometimes I was at school for about fourteen hours a day, four times a week.
Then Allison and I started grade 12. School was chaotic for me as the workload increased. I almost regretted changing from the vocational to the academic studies. Allison and I started out the school year like all the other years hoping to make good marks so we could get on with our lives afterwards.
When someone thinks back on their high school memories, they might think of the big football jocks or the preppy cheerleaders that probably shouldn’t even be cheering, but for me, I’ll being thinking of the best times of my life. It all started when I was just starting 7th grade. I was visiting my mother for Christmas break. As we watched the short parade slowly make its way down main street , I saw my first marching band. As cliche as it sounds, hearing the energy and feeling the enjoyment radiate from those musicians made me realize what I wanted to do.
I had a difficult time learning in school. I became a few years behind my grade level and my parents considered having me repeat a grade. My learning support teacher worked with me one on one for months and taught me how to study and work hard. I continued working hard and started getting better grades, and soon I became top of my class. I kept studying and strived to get the best possible grades throughout middle school and high school. I looked to challenge myself and took advanced placement classes. I don’t think I would have worked hard in high school, if I had not struggled earlier on, I would most likely be on a completely different life
While driving to school on my last first day I sat there saying “finally i'm a senior”. I started to get a little sad knowing this was my last year here then into the real world I go. Knowing that I'm not going to have teachers who care about how I'm doing in class or my mom pushing me to do my homework. It's just one more year until I'm off to college, that's one more year until I start making my own decisions and its kind of scary. The first semester went by so fast that I didn't even realize we were already at the 20 week finishing up .
What I had thought was the best day in my life was probably the worst. Skipping from fourth grade to sixth grade has cursed me to struggle with my education because I missed that crucial year. From then on, I seemed to struggle with math and reading and I received little help in the form of tutoring. It has taken years to gain confidence in my academic abilities. I am still struggling academically, but know that I must create my own path for success rather than blame the mistakes of the
As freshman, we came home from school with the mentality that we were no longer children, but rather had entered into a new stage of life. Everything seemed different and new; we weren’t the big kids on campus anymore. We no longer were the persons being looked up to, but rather were the persons looking up to an entire school of older students. We remember joining our firsts clubs, going to dances, and having Orientation days.
1. I encountered the most significant challenge when I moved to Canada in January, 2012. Before I came to Canada, my English grade was very good in China, thus, I thought living and studying in Canada would not be too difficult. However, I did not do well in the ESL evaluation at all, and I was placed in ESL 1 at my high school. Most of my classmates there spoke very little English, and they did not spend much time and effort on studying English. It was very difficult for me to study if I wanted to be their friends and at that time, they were the only friends I had in Canada. However, I expected much more effort from myself. I studied very hard and became the 2nd fastest ESL students ever to complete ESL 1 to 4 in my high school. Today, when I recall what I have accomplished, I think I learnt to trust myself and at the same, success in anything only comes from hard work.
High school has been a very interesting experience for me. It has definitely had its highs and lows and many confusing experiences in between. Overall, I feel like I have been equipped for not only college, but also life as a whole. High school has taught me many things, both academically and emotionally. It has revealed and exposed my true colors, both good and bad, and as a result, has built many aspects of my character. My experiences at Alameda High school and Alameda Community Learning Center have shaped me into the person that I am today.
The next two years went by relatively quick, I don’t really remember much. I do however remember two teachers that helped me get through my sophomore year. One teacher that made a lasting impact was my History teacher Mr. Duarte...
Time flies so fast. Looking back, my high school is just like a movie, a lot of things happened. High School is four years of growing up and probably a time in your life where you go through the most changes. In high school you are able to discover yourself and find out who you are as a person. Each year is special and unique in their own way. My journey through high school was a tough one, especially because I decided to not only focus on academic work but also to invest quality time in extra curriculum activities. I wanted more than just academic excellence; I wanted to be a leader, I wanted to add value to every aspect of my life, I wanted a rounded education and not just mere schooling. My success story is what I will like to share with you; how I really made it and how this defines my personality. My journey in High School was scary, exciting, and successful.
Having spent twelve years of my school life in just one small red brick building, the years tend to fade into each other. But the year I remember most clearly and significantly is my senior year of high school, where I finally began to appreciate what this institution offered to any student who stopped to look. Before, school had been a chore, many times I simply did not feel motivated toward a subject enough to do the homework well, and seeing the same familiar faces around ever since I was 5 years old grew very tiring soon enough. But I began to see things from a different angle once I became a senior.