On May 21th, 2006 my life was changed forever. One day in kindergarten my teacher got a call on the intercom saying “Can you send down Hamdi to Ms. McCarthy's office”. The whole class started teasing me and saying “Hamdi’s in trouble, Hamdi’s in trouble” and I immediately bursted into tears. Imagine how I felt when I get called down to the principal's office then get mocked by my peers for getting in trouble. In kindergarten, I was the “goody two shoes” to the point where even my teacher was shocked when I got called down. When I got there with my puffy red eyes, there Ms. McCarthy was waiting at the door with a big smile on her face. She went down on her knees to the point where our were eye to eye and said “Honey don’t worry, you aren't in trouble”. I was so relieved, then she had me come into …show more content…
The writer, Maria Sacchetti told me how this was the first time that she came to Brockton, MA and that she was there because she was fascinated not only at the Brockton Public School district but me. At the time, I just turned 6 and thought I was a regular kindergarten. It turns out that she was surprised that I came from Kenya two years prior and I was already fluent at English, able to read and write and even recite my alphabets. In the article I was able to explain to her that at first it “made me sad” that I wasn't able to speak to my peers fluently in preschool and sometimes even the teacher couldn't understand. For some reason I left her astonished because she couldn't believe how much I was able to overcome from coming to the country less than 18 months to being able to speak as fluently as my classmates. One thing Maria didn't know is, that I spent hours making up an English conversation in my head. I would literally sit n my room and try to have a conversation with myself in English and respond in English. Honestly, I was not going to give up learning English without a
When I was entering into High School, I tried to join as many clubs as I can, since I wanted not only to be superior in grades, but also extracurricular activities. So as usual, I joined Key Club. At first volunteering at the events was fun, but as I went to more events, it felt as if it was a chore. I did not feel any passion; it was rather tiresome.
I consider myself to be a hard worker when I study and work, who honestly loves school. My favorite classes of 8th grade are honors geometry AB, Investigation and Science & IED. I love these classes because when I solve problems experiment it feels like it's a big puzzle that is in need to be put together and I'm a person who likes to figure things out. I believe that my interactions in these classes are to be a cooperative learner and I participate in the class or group discussions. A description of myself when I work is that I am a very fast learner, so when it comes to doing independent project or tests, I finish very fast so I have a really large amount of time to check over and fix simple mistakes. Although, when I am working with my peer
"Welcome to White Oak High School, home of the Vikings." The speech given to any fool unfortunate enough to enroll in this school.
Everyone seemed to be having the time of their lives, the feeling of being free from high school finally sinking into their minds. Forgetting about all of their problems for the night, and letting loose. My mom always says that I’ll regret this when I grow up; not living the full high school experience. But what is really considered the “high school experience”? It is just going to parties, homecoming dances, prom, and being in relationships? How cliché.
The first time Kingston had to speak English in kindergarten was the moment silence infiltrated her world. Simple dialogue such as “hello” or asking for directions was hell for her because people usually couldn’t hear her the first time she asked, and her voice became weaker every time she tried to repeat the question (422). No matter what, speaking English just shattered her self-esteem.
I’m glad to hear that you passed all of your finals with ease. It’s great that you have a 4.0 GPA. Sadly, I lost my 4.0 in the 8th grade when I took Algebra 1. After multiple Honors and AP classes, I still only have a 3.78 weighted GPA. My 2018 has been good so far, since we’re only 32 days in I try not to get my hopes up. I just recently quit my job as a waitress at Stefanina’s, so I am on the hunt for a new job. So far, the hunt isn’t going so well. I’ve only had one interview and didn’t get the job since I will be leaving for Springfield in 6 months.
Do you remember your first week of high school? Most people when it comes to their first week of high school they remember it like it was yesterday. In my essay I will tell what my first week of high school was for me. My topics will tell how my first week was interesting yet boring.
One of the biggest lessons I've learned is to never give up and that everything in life happens for a reason. Throughout my entire life my dreams have been put down by society, wether it was a coach, friend, or family member. Everything I gain is because of me and only me. When I started my first year of high school, I knew I wasn't ready to maintain my academics, my social life, and my sports schedule all at once. I was completely intimidated by everything occurring in my life at the time.
The way Belle Vernon set up their middle school program is the only grades in there were 7th and 8th. I had only one year of middle school at Belle Vernon and one year here at Yough. The biggest memory of mine was the field day we had last year and how much fun it was. We spent all day outside until our skin was peeling like a banana. We had tournaments in many different sports, we met kids from Marion, and we didn't have class all day.
The best day in my life was when I got promoted from the fourth grade to the sixth grade, or so I thought. I had been held back in fourth grade which meant I did fourth grade twice. So of course I was elated when a new program started the next year that allowed me to skip the fifth grade and go right into my sixth grade year. I rejoined my class and reconnected with my friends. All was right with the work again. The problem with skipping the fourth grade was that although I was socially on target, I was academically behind.
remember it all like it was yesterday. My history teacher assigned that one big project that is worth half your grade. It was Tuesday morning of my junior year in high school, I walk into class and the day starts good until he hands out the assignment and gives us the due date. The project was to create a diagram from the 1900's to the 1950's or write a 5 page essay. I had been working hard the whole school year to maintain an “A,” but soon none of that would matter. All the nights I stayed up to study for the test and all the study guides I rushed to turn in before the first bell in the AM wouldn’t help me anymore. As a student my grade wasn't jeopardized on all my hard work, but by one simple project. My procrastination had finally put
Try to imagine being homeschooled near your entire life before high school, then moving from Los Angeles to Miami and starting as a freshman at one of the country’s largest high schools. With 4,500 students, 93% minority enrollment, as well as English being a second language what challenges do you think you would face? How would you approach something like this? Would you be a little scared? I wasn’t, I am a Military brat and I was eager to dive in head first on Expert Mode.
going to be alright because if you plan on going to college, which I'm sure you
When I first started school, I really didn’t know any English. It was hard because none of the kids knew what I was saying, and sometimes the teachers didn’t understand what I was saying. I was put in those ELL classes where they teach you English. The room they would take us to was full of pictures to teach us English, and they would make us sit on a red carpet and teach us how to read and write. When I would go back to regular class, I would have to try harder than the other students. I would have to study a little more and work a little harder with reading and writing if I wanted to be in the same level as the other kids in my class. when I got to third grade I took a test for my English and past it I didn’t have to go to does ELL classes anymore because I passed the test, and it felt great knowing that I wouldn’t have to take those classes no more.
For most of what I remember to be my middle school life, I tried my best not to become involved with any of the gossip and drama in the various networks of my class. Rarely did I ever engage in group conversations or even one-to-one conversations for that matter. In fact, any type and degree of social interaction seemed exhausting to me. Therefore, I usually stood away from the general population and kept to myself.