It feels like it was just yesterday, I stepped foot on campus for the first time as a freshman. I knew nothing about the challenges that were going to encounter on my journey through nor the way to my first period class on the first day. It was nothing like middle school, and I wasn’t going to miss my opportunity to prove to everyone that I’m different than I was in sixth or seventh grade. My journey started in the fourth period, Chinese 1 with Mr. Zhang. My first challenge that I knew was going to be difficult, the anxiety was crushing me. English was my first and only language, and Chinese were on another plane of difficulty, but I wasn’t going to let it stop me and I wasn’t the only one as well. It was then I find out that I really was disconnected …show more content…
I was convinced by my friend to sign up for it and in return, I was picking with a few of my peers and upperclassmen. It was the day my life changed, I was going to someplace new and undiscovered by myself. Barely knowing how to say “hello” and “I don’t know,” I boarded on a flight to China. Meeting new people as well as befriending them, tasting new foods and climbing the Great Wall was a completely new experience I have had influenced my growth as a global citizen, but I realized that I was missing all of everything. The cultures, the beautiful languages of the world and the different …show more content…
It wasn’t the easy as I thought, over the years, my views and experiences changed me. I was still that musician, that artist, and writer that I want to be, but everything was so convoluted. I continued on with Chinese and began Chinese 3, which proved it’s difficulty and challenges as a whole. I was lacking in the passion I had before, so my grades started sipping until I dug myself into a big hole with no exit in sight. Learning languages was still what I want to do, to conquer, but everything clouded my mind and art was one of them. I continued doing art for the second and I could feel myself connecting to each artwork that I was putting out into the world. Music was not a priority as much, but I still stayed in marching band and benefited from the marches and parades I am playing in. Art was testing my skills, I was pushing and push until the idea of what I’m drawing become a reality, even if I didn’t praise my artworks. It helped me become the artist I dreamed of being, from portraits to landscapes, painting to sculpting. I was finally climbing up the pillar of art. Distortion was the topic in Art and applying that distort to portray someone we knew like a close friend, family member or someone you can talk to, get to know more. Knowing myself, this was a difficult process for me, but I need to learn this and overcome my indecisive. At the time I couldn’t really
Prior to immigrating to America, Nicole attended a public school in China where all of her teachers were Chinese natives. At Nicole’s school in China, however, English is a required course of study taught mostly by emphasizing English vocabulary, completing short one-page writing assignments, and practicing spelling. Learning English pronunciations and engaging in realistic English conversation wasn’t the goal for educators in China. The goal in China was to prepare students to pass their post-high school exam, which was their ticket into attending a university. The exam is highly demanding for Chinese students because it requires knowledge of English reading, comprehension, spelling and writing. For Nicole, the most stressful part of this exam was that students taking it
Since ancient times, the word artist has acquired different connotations. It has been quite an inquiry to define it, and even with the most meticulous meanings, the word still has kept its mysterious singularity to define the whole purpose of a man. Being an artist is more than just a philosophy, and the concept belongs to a vast range of abilities of self expression. It has been said, that one of the most common abilities is that of being able to reinterpret experiences, societal pressures, adversities during childhood, successes and failures, and translate them into a creative form attractive to others (Nguyen, 2011). This specific ability is directly associated with the uniqueness the artist will start to develop during his career, and also constitute an important part in their formation as a person as they will be able to open and expose themselves into the fierce criticism or affable acceptance of the rest of the world.
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.
The scene is always the same: the three of us sitting in a room together, talking. I see her from the corner of my eye, glancing for only a second or two, but always long enough to notice the look on her face, the expression I’ve become so painfully familiar with over the years. I am forced to turn away; the conversation resumes. She is a few feet from us. She hears everything, and understands nothing except what she can gather from the expressions on our faces, the tone of our voices. She pretends not to be bothered, smiling at us and interjecting random questions or comments in Chinese—a language I was raised to speak, a language I’ve slowly forgotten over the years, a language that is now mine only by blood. It is an earnest but usually futile attempt to break through the invisible barrier that separates her from us, and in spite of all her efforts to hide it, that sad, contem...
On my trip to Churchill Middle School I was paired with a sixth grader named Finley Kane. Finley takes eight classes every day and it placed in Accelerated English and Accelerated Math. These classes are more advanced classes for the students that are ahead of the rest of the grade.
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.
This program exposed me to Asian cultures in a way I had never thought possible. Living in an Asian country, even for only a week, and being mixed with students from around the world brought me face to face with cultures I had never before truly experienced.
Who am I? Growing up I lived my life with the fundamentals of art as therapy. I participated in dance, theater, music, shop class, and produced photography, origami, ceramics, sculptures, paintings and drawings. There wasn’t a creative outlet I hadn’t tried in my community. I often took it apon myself to strengthen these skills by staying late in art class and by teaching myself new skills not readily available to
Throughout my high school experience, I've been able to obtain knowledge that I can use to better my life. Some of the classes I've taken have been a blessing in disguise. For example, I never expected to learn as much as I did about writing and literature by just simply reading. Many of my teachers have pushed me to my limits and inspired me to think differently from my peers. In general my best English experience was reading "MacBeth" by William Shakespeare in Mr. Elwell's class, where I also realized I had many English skills to improve on.
The end of elementary school was definitely when the awkward phase began. I seemed to be abnormally taller than all of my friends and pretty much my entire class. At this point I had lost all of my baby teeth, and I was left with some terribly crooked bunny teeth. During sixth grade, I ended up getting braces in the spring o and having them for nearly three years. Needless to say it was a rough time. During this time, I was also getting well acquainted with the idea of glasses. I started off my only needing them during school, but by the end of sixth grade I was wearing them all the time.
Last night was my 1st cross country meet this year! It was VERY fun and enjoyable, except for ride there. It took more than an HOUR to arrive at the meet. My team was very thrilled and happy to participate in this 1 mile meet. The rest of my meets will be 2 miles, since I'm in Middle School. I did pretty well, just like the rest of my team. We will hopefully do just as well, if not better in one of our upcoming meets. We have 5 more we compete in, as well as a daily practice after every school day. I LOVE running cross country, it is really fun and YOU should consider trying it
Good evening everyone, my name is David Brown and I would like reminisce with you
Which middle school year was your favorite at Minnetonka Middle School? It’s hard choice between 8th and 6th, but this 8th grade year was better. The first year of middle school was effortless but enjoyable. On the other hand, my last year here was proposed to display your accomplishments and become ready for high school. The entire 8th grade has improved every month. The first few months of school were tedious, because they were long-lasting months filled with exams, essays and projects. As the year progressed, I made new connections with other people and I had become used to the tests and projects that had seemed difficult at first. The song Getting Better, written by Paul Mccartney and John Lennon, was a very optimistic song that could illustrate my year chronologically.
When I went into middle school a lot of things have changed about me. But just a few are going to be the same forever. Some things that have changed about me are bad choices I have made. But also some are good things.
It 's 6am and I hear my mother calling me, "if you don 't get up and do your chores you won 't go to school". This was a constant reminder of what our responsibilities were if we wanted to go to Elementary School. For my brothers and I, it was scary to think that we wouldn 't be able to attend school, because there were not many options for us besides working in the farm with our father. Attending school was in itself a job, we had to get up early in the morning and do several chores just to be allowed to go and if we didn 't take care of our responsabilaties our parents would sign us out of school and expect us to go work. It didn 't matter what age we were, everyone was needed to do something around the farm.