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Within the past four years of my high school as “ Willis Bilagody”, have been been such a rollercoaster ride. There were the funny/fun times when the people there made it seem that way, and bumpy times; by that I mean the work and the grades. The struggles of becoming the active and successful person I am to society was because Freshman year of high school, it was always just trying to fit in. Always getting the preaches of being the hard working adult that we had to be, and that nothing is always going to be there handed down. Then came along the money. There had to be a way to have cash to spend, and oh wait, working. Working and doing yard work for people of the neighborhood was first step on becoming self-reliant. But although, I was recognized as having Insomnia, attention-deficit disorder (A.D.D.), and synthesia that didn’t stop me from going to school, or dropping out and being a loser. I just had to keep trucking, that’s when hiking/backpacking came along for me. To me hiking was my escape, “I’d always known, in the abstract, that climbing mountains was a dangerous pursuit.” (Krakauer 450). How things were applied for school sometimes. …show more content…
Hanging with friends were always different because I only saw them on the weekends, but as a senior, I’m almost with tthem 24/7. Giving up these things were significant because working at a job, school work, and sports were always hard to balance around. But I guess it me a better person and more humble (Cliche). “He was fine during the ascent , but as soon as he started down he lost it mentally and physically. He turned into a real zombie, like he’d used up everything.” (Krakauer 254). This quote stood out to me because with all the “responsibilities” I had were all just so tiring and made me feel like
Mine, however, have yet to influence my life or community. Early in Patel's book, he had expounded on his difficulties finding a place in his junior high and high school years. Like Patel and many others, I also found trouble finding a place in my early education. Past junior high, I spent my time as a freshman in high school bouncing around between friend groups, trying to find people with whom I could relate. It was a rough time that included eating alone at lunch, spending my after-school hours at home alone, and struggling to find people who understood me. Like Patel, I had found a safe-haven of sorts. While he had the YMCA, I had joined my school's show choir. This had given me a place where I could be myself while doing the thing that I loved – singing. That group introduced me to my best friend, and to many other good friends. While they may not be the friend group I settled into, they were a good group of people that gave me friendships when I needed it. In the future, especially my first few weeks of college, it's going to be difficult to find a place where I fit in. However, like Patel, I will find a group where I belong and find the people with whom I relate
Because the education system does not relate classwork or homework to the lives of students, they do not see how writing essays or solving math problems can help them in everyday life. “By the time Roadville children reach high school they write off school as having nothing to do with what they want in life, and they fear that school success will threaten their social relations with people whose company they value. This is a familiar refrain for working class children” (Attitude 119). As students begin to realize how low their potential is within school, they chose to cut school out of their life and start working. These students do not understand how they can benefit from what they are learning. “One woman talks of the importance of a ‘fitting education’ for her three children so they can ‘do better’, but looks on equanimity as her sixteen-year-old son quits school, goes to work in a garage, and plans to marry his fifteen-year-old girlfriend ‘soon’” (Attitude 118). Students are settling for less than what they can actually achieve to have, just because they see no purpose of being in school, and believe they can do better without the help of the education system. Even parents are not actually supporting and encouraging their child to stay in school. “Although Roadville parents talk about the value of school, they often act as if they don’t believe it”
In the essay “Achievement of Desire”, author Richard Rodriguez, describes the story of our common experience such as growing up, leaving home, receiving an education, and joining the world. As a child, Rodriguez lived the life of an average teenager raised in the stereotypical student coming from a working class family. With the exception, Rodriguez was always top of his class, and he always spent time reading books or studying rather than spending time with his family or friends. This approach makes Rodriguez stand out as an exceptional student, but with time he becomes an outsider at home and in school. Rodriguez describes himself as a “scholarship boy” meaning that because of the scholarships and grants that he was receiving to attend school; there was much more of an expectation for him to acquire the best grades and the highest scores. Rodriguez suggests that the common college student struggles the way he did because when a student begins college, they forget “the life [they] enjoyed
David Leonhardt “ For all the struggles that many young college graduates face, a four- year degree has probably never been more valuable”. I believe in this that we all are struggling in some way, but if we don’t give up and work hard for what we want then we will get for what we want. Occasionally I felt that I think I can’t even get up. But when I look what I have done to get this far and think about what my family, teachers and friends have said to be and trusting me. I told myself I can’t give up on school that easy. I still remembered why my sisters quit school it’s because of me. I don’t remember why my other sisters quit school, but the two sisters quit school for their second year in high school. I remembered we went to school together and enjoyed our childhood lives. Suddenly they stopped going to school. I didn’t even know why. One night before I went to sleep, I asked my mom and she told me about how tired she was and her works didn’t made much money. She can’t afford three of us and it was a lot of money back in our country. I am very thankful for my mom and sisters. My sisters were willing to help mom and only I was going to school made a lot different. After they paid money for school there was some money left for food and
Before my years in high school, I rarely put time and effort into studying and constantly associated with my friends at school; that is until I entered high school. The different competitive atmosphere at high school caused me to suddenly prioritize my studies ahead of everything else and my ambition became greater than ever. I began to interact less with my old friends and become less sociable with those around me. My parents also began to notice this drastic change and encouraged me to once in a while contact my old friends. During the beginning, I contacted my friends about two or three times a week, but the phone calls began to gradually diminish. I began to abandon my previous cheerful, ebullient nature in order to conform to the competitive, tense study environment at high school. As long as I successfully accomplished my goals and was accepted by others, I was willing to alter myself in order to assimilate into the mainstream environment. Through my hard work and perseverance, I was able to reach my goal and receive the acknowledgement of others; however, despite fulfilling all my ambitions, I did not feel any joy or satisfaction within myself. Even though I successfully accomplished my objectives in school, I realized that in return I completely sacrificed my social life. Despite being accepted by others, I began to feel a sense of loneliness and longed to
People say high school is supposed to be the golden years of your life. I don’t know what else in life is to come; however, my philosophy is to live in the moment and make the life you’re living in the present worthwhile into the future, not only for you but for those who surround you. I live my life participating in our community and getting involved in our school. The activities, and the people I’ve formed relationships with, are what have formed me into the person I am today. The person I am today is not perfect, but I have learned from the mistakes I’ve made.
Author, Mike Rose, speaks of his early life growing up in a rough area of Los Angeles in “ I just wanna be average”. Rose didn’t enjoy school from almost the beginning and soon found ways to scrap by in class from day to day. This lead to less than stellar grades in most of his classes and him being put into the vocational program during high school. During this time, he began to accept being average which as he referred to as shutting down and pretending to not care even if it meant being unhappy. Soon after this he met a teacher that would provide him with passion to learn again. In contrast, my own childhood and education differed from roses in many ways.
I remember the time when I had gotten promoted to high school as a 9th grader. That time was so important to me, at that time and age. It was a phase that you usually get over. I was growing up and starting all over again in a different environment with entirely different motives. I had started at the lowest class in the school, once again, as a freshman. I wasn’t a big 8th grader that internally felt more in control due to my age and experience. It was quite odd, just a couple of days before promotion, I was 8th grader, however I had more similarities with a 6th grader. This was me starting from strength to weakness. Through that I figured it out. Life is a process of phases that repeat, and helps a person grow. The famous novelist and blogger
I left that project feeling extremely aware and extremely at peace. After three years of struggling to find answers, happiness, and a sense of purpose, I began to appreciate my present state of mind. I began to revel in the struggle, confusion, and push of not knowing. And as I approached graduation, my high school experience suddenly made sense to me. I understood life as a system of games. High school was simply one of them. I came to realize that playing games was both understandable and necessary as long as we are aware that we are playing them. I realized that a major struggle throughout high school had been my struggle to resist playing its game. I spent my three years at boarding school governed by my passions rather than playing by the rules of the institution. And in refusing to play by its rules, I made it increasingly more difficult for me to function within its realm.
My story began on a cool summer’s night twenty short years ago. From my earliest memory, I recall my father’s disdain for pursuing education. “Quit school and get a job” was his motto. My mother, in contrast, valued education, but she would never put pressure on anyone: a sixty-five was passing, and there was no motivation to do better. As a child, my uncle was my major role-model. He was a living example of how one could strive for greatness with a proper education and hard work. At this tender age of seven, I knew little about how I would achieve my goals, but I knew that education and hard work were going to be valuable. However, all of my youthful fantasies for broader horizons vanished like smoke when school began.
When I was born, my family had just migrated to California from Mexico. In a new country, my father worked in landscaping earning less than $4 dollars an hour, while my mother relied on public transportation to take her newborn child to and from doctor visits. In the land of opportunity, my family struggled to put a roof over our heads. But never discouraged, my parents sought to achieve their goals and worked tirelessly to raise my younger brother and I. From a young age, I was taught the importance of education; this became a major catalyst in my life. My desire to excel academically was not for self-gain, but my way of contributing to my family’s goals and aspirations.
First off, the college life has changed me for the better. I am much more responsible in many different ways. I had to change my study habits, or should I say I have to get study habits. I high school I never studied, because everything came so easy to me and I could just do the work and end up with passing grades. When I reached college I tried to do the same thing and it didn’t work. I had to start studying on a daily basis and it was hard to go from not doing any work to studying every night and on the weekends, I wasn’t use to that, but I had to make it a habit or I was not going to make it. Going to school everyday was not a problem because my parents made me go everyday, my major change was my study habits.
Anderson, Queto. ‘From Dream To Reality: The Remarkable Life Journey Of A High School Dropout’ (Feb 19, 2014)
When I was in high school I had a problem, which was being shy. Being shy made me seem as if I was anti-social, and caused me to have no friends, but my shyness was decreasing each year of high school because I talked more, and by the time I reached 12th grade I had many friends, who are very close to me till this day. While being in high school, I was always focused on my studies. People believed that I was a genius in high school, but I really wasn’t, I was just focus on the lessons, and understood what the teacher taught us. As I reached eleventh grade, I was chosen to be a part of the National Honor Society; I thought that I was never going to be part of the National Honors Society. I was at the hospital when my friends told me the good news—that I was selected to be part of the National Honors Society. As I reached 12th grade I learned that working while going to school is a bad idea if you can’t multitask right. When I was working I didn’t realized that I wasn’t multitasking right; I wasn’t putting enough effort into my studies, and having a job was distracting me, so I decide to quit my job, and continue my education by going to college. Growing up was scary, but I’m ready what the future is holding for
Having spent twelve years of my school life in just one small red brick building, the years tend to fade into each other. But the year I remember most clearly and significantly is my senior year of high school, where I finally began to appreciate what this institution offered to any student who stopped to look. Before, school had been a chore, many times I simply did not feel motivated toward a subject enough to do the homework well, and seeing the same familiar faces around ever since I was 5 years old grew very tiring soon enough. But I began to see things from a different angle once I became a senior.