As a freshman in junior high school I experienced cultural shock when I transferred schools. It was halfway through my semester year when I got transferred from East Junior high to an alternative school called River Cities High school. The reason that I was transferred is because I missed approximately two weeks of school due to being in the hospital causing me to fall behind. The difference between these schools is like night and day. I went from being at a big school where over half the people there you did not know to a small alternative school where everyone knew everyone. I remember the differences in my classes specifically my classes at east could have up to thirty people, the class I was in at Rivercities had maybe eight people in it.
We often hear the expression, "The sky is the limit", but for people of a small town, you hear, "The corn is the limit." I grew up in a town with two thousand people. It is a town that takes no more than two minutes to drive through, and it is not much for the eyes. All around, you will see corn, corn, and more corn.
It wasn't a typical Friday for Josh, the curly haired sophomore. He was just finishing shoving his backpack in his locker when his friend, Taylor, came up to him and said their goodbyes. As the principal told all the students to go outside for announcements over the intercom, Josh left through the back door to be alone instead. He did not tend to have good friends and if he did, they didn't stick with him very long.
Starting Middle School changed how I felt about school in general as I wasn’t babied anymore.
On October 29th Saturday, I participated in a volunteer opportunity with the democratic campaign. The office had more than 20 people, some of them were making phone calls. I received a package with a map, a list of people’s name, address, and other basic information about the person. My duty was knocking those people’s doors and ask them “who are you going to vote?” “Do you have any things that you want to say about the society?” I do not have a car so they assigned me to the place which is located in walking distance from Beloit College. A married couple who were at the office offered me a ride to Campus. Both of them are in their 50’s. They told me that they have a friend who is now teaching at a university in Tokyo, Japan. The lady also had been to Japan in 1980 as a student. Her husband did not talk much.
Two years ago I made a choice, a choice I didn't think would change my life that
This year I started school at sandburg middle school. On the first day before calss began I
During my time here at Hudson High School, I have learned so much about what I could achieve for myself and I have developed new passions I continue to chase. I have succeeded and grown in many different programs, clubs and on the field hockey team. I have also developed a strong work ethic by being employed almost entirely through these four years.
Ever wonder what happens if everything changes in a blink of an eye? On June 3rd, 2016, I graduated secondary school. That night in my middle school gymnasium, the administrators had organized a celebratory party in the graduate’s honors. I remembered dancing the night away with the people I held so dear to my heart for nine years. The strobe lights shining and music blaring while we were staring at each other with content. We parted ways at the end of that cheerful night. We were sad to say goodbye, yet we didn’t know that some us were saying goodbye to each other for ever to go lead different lives apart from each other. At the time, I knew that moment will always be a highlight of my life but later I came to know that it was also a catalyst for change. Although freshman year and half of sophomore year brung hardships that have come and go, the experiences have changed me for the better throughout the year and a half.
There I am, starting my first varsity basketball game while only being fourteen and a freshman at Ballard High School in the suburbs of Louisville, Kentucky. The loud and rambunctious crowd driven by the rowdy student section yelling chants and jumping up resembled the same atmosphere as a Chiefs game at Arrowhead Stadium. As the other team comes up the court, I run up to to the ball handler to try and defend him. However, about three steps before I get to him, I heard a pop in my knee and fell to the ground in immense pain. As I grabbed my leg while squirming around, I was scared because I had no idea what had happened to me or what was going to happen. Fast forward a few months, I am laying on a table in a doctors office while facing the bright ceiling lights, I couldn’t keep still and desperately trying to ignore the dreary situation. I was trying to focus on staying warm in the oddly cold room, but the events from that one night kept running through my head— The pain, my overwhelming fear, and my mothers frantic face when i was being rushed to the hospital. The doctors told me I had torn my ACL and part of my meniscus. I can remember the innocence of my response to the news: “So
Throughout my four years in high school I have been fortunate enough to fulfill many of my aspirations and my thirst for knowledge. One goal that I would like to achieve is to become an international attorney. I have aligned my involvement in specific academic and extra-curricular activities to aid me preparing for the long road between my present situation and the day I pass the bar exam. Through my high school activities I have learned three virtues that I have deemed necessary to achieve my goal, passion, self-discipline, and perseverance.
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 remember the years preceding senior year at Corcoran High; I remember quite vividly, 9th, 10th, and 11th grade. I recall the meals the school used to serve students. They weren’t too bad; some were decent and were often looked forward to. I have had many experiences at this school, but none stand parallel with the experience I had with this year’s lunch program. The lunch meals being served to the students at Corcoran High are not nutritious, healthy, or at all fresh. The school claims the meals are healthy and harmless, yet the taste, scent, and the students’ judgment reveal otherwise. I understand that Corcoran High is trying to save money, but spending a few extra dollars certainly wont hurt. It is necessary for this matter to become a
At the start of the new year at Options I just couldn't get it right. I was off task because I was using a computer;therefore I had a somewhat slow start.
During my four years at Martin County High School I feel that I have made a major impact on the school and most importantly, the community. I have dedicated most of my time helping my trainer with her volleyball technique class and teaching younger and sometimes older kids how to play volleyball. I have also spent my time helping my sick friend, Susie after she has had many surgeries. I enjoy helping out my community whenever and wherever it needs the help.
Last year at the beginning of the school year I was just starting high school as a freshman at St.T. I was excited about starting there because I had the chance to meet some new people and teachers. Most of the students I had already went to school with from kindergarten to when we graduated eighth grade together, and I went to school with a lot of the upperclassmen in previous years at Our Lady of Lourdes so, I wasn’t scared because I knew so many people already. Anyway, the first semester was fine. I as on the cheer team, I had good grades, and kept them up, and i was gone almost every weekend hanging out with friends. Then the second semester comes. I wasn’t going to cheer practices, my grades dropped, and I missed so many weeks of school