Throughout my life, I experienced many events that would make most people unable to function socially, emotionally, or academically. These events include two divorces, five house relocations, and a transfer to a new high school during senior year. I consistently failed assignments and could not stay focused during class as my . Most teenagers would have given up here as the disappointment from both their parents and teachers would have destroyed their hopes for a successful future. However, this anguish became a catalyst for what would become a significant restructuring in both my demeanor towards schoolwork and my perspective on the future. Against all odds I was able to bounce back from the discouragement I had faced. I believe that this…
When arriving, I had to park some blocks away from the school. I’m getting closer when I realize that there is a huge crowd of people outside the entrance of the school. I was confused. I see officers with their Colt M4 Carbine and their Glock 22 out. I notice Officer Johnson. I ask what’s going on? Johnson replies “the school nurse called dispatch and said that there were shots being fired in the office but we have lost contact with her, the first gun shot was at 9:34 AM”. I start to drift away and Officer Johnson notices that, he says “keep your mind clear and force right now. I see more back up coming. Officer Johnson and I start to head where all the officers are meeting at.…
When I was 13, I had to go through a transition that tested my character tremendously. Let’s rewind to my seventh grade year, which was four years ago. Talk was going around the little private school I attended in Ardmore, Oklahoma that my family was moving away. I had not heard anything about this, I had no idea what anyone was talking about, and I was definitely not happy with being the subject of everyone’s gossip. I heard stories about where and why my family was moving that you would not believe. I recall one girl who said that my family of five was moving to Australia because my dad was a Mexican immigrant who was running from the government. If you knew anything about me, you would know that story was completely bologna; my dad was not Mexican, he was the whitest white boy you could ever lay eyes upon, we were not running from the government, and we were definitely not moving to Australia. Eventually, I found out the rumors of us moving were true. We were moving to Durant, Oklahoma at the end of my seventh grade year.…
Don't be afraid to start over it's a new chance to rebuild what you want. Three changes. That's all I have for the new year. These three changes I won't want to make, but will make. One I will work harder in school to get the best grades I can. Two I will work on my attitudes towards my peers teachers and family members. Three I will focus on one thing at a time.…
For every teenager a drastic change to their form of life like moving schools can be catastrophic. For me it became a challenge, new school, friends, teachers, and a new environment. Life as I knew it was about to change and I could not assimilate it.…
Never in my outright life would I have fathomed life to have thrown me a curve ball like the one pitched at me in August of 2012. The person I once knew, Tammy, had gone missing until she found herself. The transition to a puny town from an immense city completely changed who I was. Let’s start from the beginning.…
College is the main thing on my friends minds. Where do I go? What do I want to be? How do I even get started? It’s all so stressful, it’s also very scary thinking about my future. The transition from high school to college is a big one, but it’s a transition I am excited to go through. Ever since I was little I always dreamed about going to college. My dream school was North Carolina, Chapel Hill; I was going to play soccer there. The person that influenced me the most for wanted to go there was Mia Hamm, I was going to follow in her footsteps by going to Chapel Hill and playing in the United States women's Olympic team.…
Looking back to middle school I remember the fear I had for someday having to go to high school. My teachers always told me how different and harder it would be when I went. My older sister was in 9th grade at the time and I wanted ti be with her when I went. But the high school she was at was different from the one all my friends were going. I always had a hard time making decisions and now I had to choose between going to a school with my friends or going to a school that would help me prepare for the future. So I decided I would just apply to my sisters school to see if I got accepted, going into the interview I wasn't really scared because it didn't matter to me, I just thought whatever happens, happens. Surprisingly I got accepted and…
Starting high school was a terrifying idea to me. Different teachers, class times, lockers, drama! I remember that I always looked up to my older sister while she was in high school. She had tons of friends, played sports, participated in student government, and went out for the school play. I wanted to be just like her when I started high school. In middle school, I lined myself up for this, I played soccer in the fall and basketball in the winter. I helped out in the school plays, and I joined the student government. I had a group of great friends, and thought nothing bad was going to happen.…
However, my family moved to Tucson, AZ and that is when I went to school for the first time. The transition from being home schooled to a place where I did not know anyone was never racking. I was not around people I knew . Now living in a different state, my mother and grandmother found relief from being able to send us to a better school. While my mom worked at a hospital, my grandmother was our caretaker. My grandmother relied on my aunt whom also lived in the area to drive us to school every morning and pick us up. But occasionally that would be an issue, because my aunt had a job, went to college and had her own children to take care of. One year later, my grandmother became sick and we moved back to Philadelphia because there were better…
I had to answer myself a question if I was going to go through the plan of attending Sacramento State University. I was scared, If I didn't go were my parents going to be disappointed, If i did go was I going to lose my bestfriend , If I didn't go who was going to walk out my life, If I didn't go was I a failure, If i didn't go would it be the best for me, so many if questions. That crucial night that I decided Sacramento State wasn't my way, made me feel lost. How was I going to reverse all the plans we had made to move out there. We were all settled to leave that summer. Everything was ready, I realized that the next morning. Was I really able to break it all and tell everyone. I did it and it was the hardest thing ever, some people walked out my life and others stayed. My parents were so supportive, I think they knew deep inside it's what I wanted. My close teachers also gave me all their support and told me I had greatness in me and It would manifest itself anywhere I went. My best friend also supported me.All this meant so much to me and made things a little less…
High school is one of the biggest transitions in a person's early life. You go from being at the top in your school to the bottom. For me, it was very hard to adjust to this change. On my first day of high school, I walked into first period so nervous I thought I was going to get sick. This is much like what happened during my transition into middle school. On the first day at Mazzuchelli, right before the first class began, I threw up all over the floor of the classroom. I’m not a big fan of change. To make matters worse, the first week of high school was outrageously hot. The combination of the heat and my nerves made me sweat uncontrollably. At the time, I felt very self conscious of sweating during class. As bad as these first few days…
“Wrong answer Laurran, do it again,” Mrs. Taylor raised her voice at me. The room went silent. Nobody was talking or moving, to scared to get scolded by Mrs. Taylor. I always wondered who would want to marry her, or how she treated her kids at home. I honestly feel bad for her two kids if she treated her own students this way. I sat there, my eyes tearing up from embarrassment and failure. Mrs. Taylor doesn't understand how hard it is; doing math that is a grade above your level of experience. She doesn’t understand the pressure that is on me from my parents to do good and from the older kids in my class to show them I’m not dumb and I can do this.…
The memory of my first big move is still fresh in my mind. I remember rushing to school, excited to tell my friends the news: I was moving from New Jersey to Phoenix, Arizona! After I brought my friends up to date, I proudly displayed my new disposable camera. Together we took many pictures, some of them meaningful and some comical. There were pictures of myself smiling and giggling with my friends and some of my teacher’s feet. As the moving date was slowly approaching, I began to feel resentment. I started hating the idea of moving to a new unknown place where I would have no friends. As it turned out, making new friends was not as hard as I thought because I was younger and I chose my friends superficially. However, I did have to learn to adapt to a new school and curriculum. I was not…
During my freshman year of high school I received a letter in the mail. This letter was an invitation to play basketball in Australia, with other boys and girls of my age. The date was September 13, 2011. The letter stated that we would be leaving June 1, of 2012. Of course I wanted to go as soon as I read the letter, but my family was more curious about the trip. We did some research and figured out everything that would be offered on this trip. In my research I read of playing Australian basketball games, snorkeling, swimming in the ocean, surfing, and spending three days on Tangalooma Island. This was enough to convince my family that it would indeed be a fun trip for me to attend.…