“110%” Because of my mothers’ negligence and my fathers’ absence, burdening my grandparents, aunts, and uncles had become an annual tradition. After my grandmothers turn was cut short from an unexpected gangrene infection I was hauled to Georgia to live with my uncle in January of 2010. This was the middle of my 7th grade year and I was in critical condition. My heart was failing from the calamity of having to leave my dying grandmother alone in New Jersey. Eating was no longer a possibility, for the only thing I could taste was the pungency of fear blended thoroughly with the gritty hatred I’d developed for my missing father. And my bones. My poor bones. I could feel them breaking one after the other, each time I chose to fight past my afflictions. The ambiguity of my survival could be seen in everything I did, especially in school. Popularity was my main focus while learning became an unavoidable vexation, and my grades mirrored my attitude. This …show more content…
My 4.2 GPA was proof of all the hard work that was dedicated to both my AP and college courses. However, academia was not the only thing that consumed my time. I was a Student Council representative, member of NHS (National Honors Society), as well as NSHSS (National Society of High School Scholars) and by the end of the year gained the title of “Student of the Year". My mother was no match for my fortitude. Therefore, after our water and electricity was turned off during the hottest months Arizona had to offer the decision to make my junior year, not only my best year but my last, was a simple one. Doubling all of my classes and working tirelessly rewarded me with over 120 volunteer hours, a perfect score on my senior project, a high school diploma, an acceptance letter to Pennsylvania State University, and the overbearing knowledge that I did it. I made it out of my childhood
Being only 18 years old, I believe that I have accomplished a lot within my small amount of time on this earth. For me, the high school experience was not simply going to school, completing the schoolwork and repeating that day to day. For me, high school was about making tangible memories. It is within extracurricular actives that I found myself as a leader and honed in on my planning and organizational skills. National Honor Society(NHS) has played a tremendous part in this. NHS stands for its four pillars - scholarship, leadership, service, and character. It is through these four pillars that I have felt myself grow as a person and have found many opportunities to shine as a leader. This year, I was elected the President of our National
During my years in high school, I have learned many valuable lessons. I’m proud of the person I am becoming. Life has not been easy, but thankfully I’m a strong hard worker. I started high school with a high GPA, and never intended for it to drop throughout my years. Within the last three years, I’ve moved around, participated in sports, and got a job.
“Salvage the Bones" is a young woman's coming-of-age story in the face of the devastating hurricane, written by Jesmyn Ward. Esch is a fifteen year old pregnant teenager, who lives in poverty in a rural town in Mississippi, and has no parental guidance or structure in her life. Esch's coming- of-age narrative is complicated because she is pregnant, has no relationship with the father of her child, and the reality she lives in. Author Jesmyn Ward gives us a different perspective on the bildungsroman. Esch not only has to come of age for her own identity, but she also must learn to mature and grow up more quickly for the sake of her child. The result is a difficult narrative where the development of herself not only affects her, but also her
“Every part of my body hurts. Except my heart. I saw no one, but, strange as it was, I missed no one” (Strayed 70). This takes a turn of events. “Every part of my body hurts, except my heart,” gives new meaning and how Strayed manages to gain emotional stability in the wake of her mothers’ death, and illness. This shows great strength in regards that she rises above the obstacles thrown in her path--the feeling of what it means to be alive. This work invites and informs the reader of the many ways one can cope with loss; moreover, Strayed demonstrates what what may work for everyone--the method of sublimation.
Many of my peers from grade school went on to four year universities with honors and scholarships. For myself graduating high school was the highest achievement thus far. I was not the most outstanding student during those years. I was insubordinate towards my educators and refused correction. I was known as a class clown and trouble maker. Unfourtantly mentally I did not consider myself to be a difficult individual, but special. I am
My extracurricular and academic activities have helped mold me into a person with character and good qualities. These qualities--respect, humility, kindness, ambition, appreciation for diversity and collaboration, and courage--have not come without valuable failures and lessons. I can continue to develop these qualities and build upon these lessons as I go forward with my university goals and the desire I have to enter the healthcare profession as a nurse. I am able to look beyond the exciting, glamorous parts of both and see that there will be lots of hard work and difficulty. I am ready to face those challenges and do my best and give my all.
Johnson, I gave all my time and energy into becoming a better student, and a better person. My freshman year, I finished with over a 4.0 GPA. This set the trend for me throughout my high school career. My junior year, I was accepted into National Honors Society, which was for not only my grades but my community service and my leadership qualities that I had displayed in high school thus far. I am very grateful that I had a teacher who would be honest with me and make me realize what I needed to do in order to be
Cliffside Park High School has offered me numerous opportunities. I took honors courses in English, mathematics, and science ever year. In addition, I have taken three years of Spanish as a third language and an advanced placement class for U.S. history. Throughout the past couple years; I have been able to sustain a high grade point average of about a 4.4 (based on calculations made at the end of sophomore year) and make High Honor Roll for almost every marking period. However, my journey to where I am now was not a perfect yellow brick road. Instead, it was a path with many twists and turns that led me through many dark and awful experiences. Juggling all these courses was something I had adapted ...
During 8th grade, I got called out to the counselor’s office. Entering the counselor’s office, the counselor told me that I was in the honors class. The day I graduated Junior High with honors changed the next 4 years in High school. I promised myself and my mom that I would be graduating High school with honors. For the past 4 years, I have worked so hard to be in the honors program, again. I started to take advanced classes and then I started to take dual credit classes my junior year. If it wasn’t for being in the honors program my 8th grade year, I don’t think I would be as worried about my grades as I am now.
I knew it was my Ma. Her hands were always warm, no matter how cold it got. I shifted to the side and she sat next to me. I could tell she hadn’t been sleeping well. Her dark blue eyes accentuated the gray circles around them, but she still maintained that soothing smile that had lulled me to sleep for years. Even after seventeen years of me existing on this earth, my mother still took care of me tirelessly. She did the same with my other siblings, which was no easy task. The thought of my siblings drove the smile away from my face and I looked down at my dangling legs. We had started off with six people; Ma, Pa, my two little brothers, and me. However, my little brothers died of cholera two months after we left home. I could still remember how much agony they endured before they died. I shut my eyes hard as I can as if that would help me erase the horrible images I saw inside my head. Ma rubbed my arm comfortingly, grounding
Entering my freshman year, I did not take any honors courses that my high school offered, which made me realize that I need to work hard and maintain high grades in my classes. As a result of my past year of tedious efforts, my sophomore year I was selected into Bayonne High School's outstanding “Academy and Fine Arts”. As I excelled through my academic career through the Academy, I was put through the painstaking task of maintaining high grades within rigorous courses. However, my hard work and accomplishments did not conclude with this, I was recently accepted into The National Honors Society, Rho Kappa Omega Society, World Language Honors Society, and English Honors Society. Not only did I excess academically, but I also had many research accomplishments. For example, I conducted a bacterial growth research project where I observed the effects of natural-occurring compounds on the growth rate of “Streptococcus pneumoniae” as a means of determining which compound will be most beneficial for
...resence of my parents upstairs, despite the brain scrambling heat of the sauna, I suddenly felt homesick, and realized I yearned to be in my basement. The pitted feeling in my stomach grew stronger as I realized it is not the basement of my childhood that I miss, it is the basement of my fraternity house where Kegs littered the floors like toys and pledges were hazed like the violent was games my youth. I found another cycle came to a close, and I found myself separated from what I had once known. The basement used to be my sanctuary, the place I could dream in. Standing just outside a basement no longer mine while still profusely sweating from the sauna, a crisp late August breeze gently cooled my body. I deeply inhaled the last moments of summer knowing full well that fleeting changes that often accompany seasonal transition were no longer of any concern to me.
I made highest honors, and I graduated with a GPA of 3.8. When I received my diploma I knew I had made it, I was successful. No, I did not have a net worth of a million dollars, and I was not going to Harvard in the fall, but I had accomplished what I had set out to do. I graduated on time, with my class, with a high GPA, and with a work ethic that I knew couldn’t possibly be beaten. I checked all of the boxes off my checklist. I had graduated; for some it may not sound like much, but I had overcome adversity, persisted through times of pure despair and pain, and I learned to express gratitude for even the worst of situations. I had grown as a person, learned so much about myself, and through all of it, I learned what it takes to become successful in anything and everything. That was two years ago, and my life has changed so much since then, but within the past two years, I have continued to be successful in all that I do, because I know how to be successful. Face your adversity with an unbreakable strength, practice and master the art of persistence through pain and distress, and express gratitude for every single situation throughout life, and I guarantee with absolute certainty success in any and all aspects of
I am smart, intelligent, and responsible. The choices that I made as a young adult caused my GPA to suffer. Some semesters I put forth a little more effort and other semesters I didn’t. In Summer 2005, my family and I were hit with the news that my grandfather was diagnosed with Lung cancer. The one thing that I wanted in life was to make my grandparents proud of the person they had raised and for them to see me walk across the stage and graduate with my degree. The doctors gave him 6 months to live and I had 4 more classes to take to graduate with my degree in the Fall of 2005. Although I didn’t have all my classes completed, the University was gracious enough to let me participate in Fall commencement services and I could come back in the Spring to complete my courses and they would mail me my
I lived on the countryside where there were traditional people who lived a simple life. I was born in 1973, in a very poor family. Can you imagine when people pass by the door of the house and see the sadness in their face because of our poorly? That was cut me into pieces. One day on a dark endless night, Jul 22 1980, I was only six years old when my right ear hurt me. I felt lonely crying with no sound. I couldn’t close my eyes. I didn’t want any of my family to wake up. Minutes were longer than hours. I was waiting for the morning to tell my mom, and I wish my brother could back from his college to be with me.