This school year has been a downhill slide from start to finish, started it off by moving into a new house with family members that moved here from across the country, then we ended up having to kick some of them out, and while that was happening some of our animals disappeared or got injured so much that they had to be put down. Then our horse and mule got lost, and found, by one of our neighbors. Blending the line between home life and school life, my rain of semi-constant illness really affected me this year, having gotten bronchitis and strep throat twice (the latter I am still recovering from), and missing more days of school then I have ever have before. Although, I have used the extra time to try to finish the loose-end assignments I
Wow, three years have passed and the last day is just as long as the first. Three years of hard discipline and learning to get used to homework every night. Three years of standing on the front steps waiting for my parents and saying goodbye to my teachers. I never thought the goodbye might be permanent. 6th grade came and I was looking at those giant 8th graders, and now I guess I’m one of them.
My mother was diagnosed with cervical cancer at the time, so when she became sick, I had to become her aid. Every day after school, I would have to do my homework and then tend to my ailing mother via giving her medicine ...
I am writing this letter today to explain my situation and hopefully find some common ground with the school about the exact reasons my grades were so poor last year. Before coming to Mason, I was an honor student who had never even failed a course let alone obtained a lower ranking grade such as a D. The real reason I struggled this past semester was because of health issues that bogged me down and presented me with the challenge of being able to attend class regularly and participate at an efficient output with my school work. From about late October time all the way to the Spring my body was at war with itself dealing with walking pneumonia. I would come down with headaches, cough frequently, feel sluggish and light headed at times, and
Following my high school graduation, I attended Denison University for two years. Unfortunately, during this time, I struggled with financial issues that took a toll on my mental health. Due to anxiety and depression, I experienced two difficult semesters emotionally and academically. I had to be hospitalized for a week in the spring of 2016, and thus fell behind in two of my classes. I experienced similar difficulties in the spring of 2017 when my anxiety and depression worsened due to the ongoing financial stress of high tuition along with other personal issues.
Last year was a very interesting school year to say the least. It started with me transferring from Brush High School in the middle of September because my family and I moved. It took me a very long time to get into the Euclid school system so i was out of school for about 3 weeks. Thus, my first impressions of Euclid were not all that good to say the least. I eventually had my first day and one thing I can remember was that it was extremely hard to find my classes. I have really terrible eyesight so i remember not being able to see the room number indicators at the top of the corner of the hallways. I was constantly asking for directions to get to my classes and most likely looked as if I was a freshman. My junior year was the first year that i
When you think of the typical 6 year old little girl you probably think of an energetic, fun-loving, care-free child. I was all of that and more right up to the moment that a single spot on my right knee, to the right of center on my knee cap, stopped me dead in my tracks and left me scared for my life. At around the age of 6 I was having fun with my best friend and neighbor while spending spring break at my aunts beach house down in Panama City, Florida. I can remember the moment like it was yesterday. I was standing in the living room ready to go out and swim in the pool because I loved, and still love, swimming, and also because it was night and I loved how the pool lights made the whole backyard glow. The only thing holding me back from jumping in the pool was an extreme pain in my knee accompanied with a bump that I had not noticed before.
My struggles with mental illness have also taught me the importance of perseverance, drive, and dedication. I have learned to never give up, even if it may seem difficult. Juggling work and extracurricular activities while also managing my depression and anxiety has been a challenge. However, by persevering through these adversities, I have been able to achieve great success in my
On February 13th, 2017 I started my day as any other. I planned to clock into work in the morning then begin my 45 minute commute to class that night. Long story short - Life had a different plan. I ended up being hospitalized for a few days, with some highly intensive therapy to follow the months later. That semester (with the recommendation from my doctors) I withdrew from the most of my classes... but I was stubborn. Not wanting to fall behind, I stayed in enrolled in
I was born in Panvel, India which is a city on the outskirts of Mumbai on the 5th of April 1998. I migrated to the United States in January of 2005. Migrating here was a big deal for family as we saw the United States as a land of opportunity. Later that year I attend my first school in the Upper Darby School District. I attended Highland Park Elementary for first grade, then for second and third grade I was moved to Bywood Elementary, in the same year I was moved then to Walter M. Senkow Elementary School where I finished my fourth and fifth grade year. For middle school I attended Beverly Hills Middle School.
I rarely went to school or I did not go at all. When I was at school I was not mentally there. As the symptoms got worse, I would not attend school for multiple days a week. As a result, my grades plummeted, but I still did not care. I felt hollow and lacked interest
Never did I expect to count the days to finish playing a sport. Better yet, never did I envision myself having genuine suicidal thoughts. As a child, when I first began to play sports, my father told me to always maintain an aggressive mindset when competing; however, what he failed to explain was how to control it. Beginning in middle school, regardless of the task, I withheld that mentality to power through any form of adversity I faced. In class, I often felt like a single ice cube in a freezer as other students laughed and I showed no facial expressions. Here I stood, a small kid with such a large amount of anger to be willing to fight anybody despite unfair advantages. In the eighth grade, my mother had to switch my schools after getting
In this Fall semester of 2017, I will have a higher chance of becoming more successfully than what I had not achieved in the previous spring semester this year. Due to the circumstances I had outside of school with revolving working and paying for my necessities, such as my school books, and my transportation fee for the MTA. Also my work schedule was very time consuming because it would take away my free time I had in the weekend to focus on my studies and assignments. From working 12 hour shifts on consecutive days, and to then have school the next morning at 8 a.m. Leaving me very fatigue not allowing me to perform at my best in the classroom. I had try to ask days off to give myself days to work on my assignments but no one was available
I heard the horn, and felt my legs get shot with a rush of adrenaline, and I heard, my coxswain Keith yell, “C’mon boys lets go! Catch!… Send! Catch!… Send!”. And then his voice began to fade, as I looked out at all the boats flying through the water. No wasn't I in the boat that just left, I was holding it. Helping my team on the day of the South West Rowing Championships. Though I had stopped my rowing career a little earlier because my parents told me it was time I started focusing on school, I could not and can not take my heart away from Lake Notoma. Since stopping football after freshman year, the Sac State Aquatic Center was home. After school I would immediately go there to practice, only coming home after the sun had set to do homework
It’s dark out. And it’s cold. No one wants to enter that wild beast, but the cold drives me in. The cold might be more abuse than inside, but inside is warmer. Even the lashes, even the words, even the cuts are better than outside.
I woke to the smell of bacon and my mom yelling “get up” in the most patronizing tone. I sprung out of my bed and went into the scorching hot shower. The thought of today being the first day of school panicked me. I got dressed, and went down to eat before I left. My mom told me that I looked swell, I was shocked. After I was done eating I left for the treacherous day ahead of me. I walked out the door and smelt the crisp summer air. I wandered down the road looking at the breathtaking view of trees turning colors and the breeze making them sway. I came to a sudden stop and took a deep breath. I approached slowly thinking of all the things that could go wrong on the first day back.