Throughout my life, I have moved three times, lived in two different states, and been to five different schools. From these experiences, I have had the opportunity to meet a variety of different people, for this I am very grateful. I consider my first memories to have started when my family and I moved to Overland Park Kansas. The excitement of living in a new neighborhood, and house, was almost unbearable for my younger self. Once we moved in, I had a chance to explore the new surroundings and meet some of my best childhood friends. I also enjoyed six wonderful years in Elementary school. However, once middle school started, I observed the adoption of a more competitive atmosphere and the abandonment of standard teaching methods. This shift…
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.…
I’ve always had lofty, perhaps unrealistic. In middle school, I naively assumed that I would be in top 12% of my class, by simply making A’s. I tried my hardest in every classes, but still wasn’t enough. I never reached my goal of being in top 12%, as a result my self-esteem plummeted. I started high school with high hopes once again. Perhaps even more naively, I pursued the goal of being ranked number one. I was too young to realize the concept of “realistic” goals. My biggest obstacle was my state of mind. I brought my self-down. I told myself the only way to be the best is to be better than everyone else. Setting such a high goal did help me in the end. After the second semester of freshman year, I received my rank. I was ranked number 10;…
Being trapped in the state of fear and lack of self-confidence caused me to struggle socially and mentally, but soon I realized how much I have grown as a person. Therefore, I am no longer afraid of starting new and taking a step forward, all thanks to my experience at my middle school MSA (Magnolia Science Academy).…
Most students grow up with the same friends and same house all the way until high school graduation. Growing up in a family that moves quite a bit, these friendships and houses often change. I have moved numerous times and have attended a number of schools throughout my life, but my recent move has affected me the most. Originally living in Texas from the time I was six months old, I moved to Peoria, Arizona, when I was nine years old. However, just before my sophomore year in high school, my family and I moved back to Texas from Arizona. This move was a major turning point in my life because I had to adapt to a new area and school where I had to make all new friends.…
During my current four years of high school, I have come to a conclusion that life is hard and the decisions you make are very important. This is my last year of high school and I’m the first one to graduate from my family. My grandmother tends to tell me that I don’t need college just a simple 7 month course of medical assistant or dentist assistant and not waste any more money. I’m lost, I wish people could help me out and tried to guide me in the direction of the right decision but is my life and choices. There has been times that my grandmother has told me that I am not going to be somebody in the future.…
It’s a bler, trying to look back on when I was a preschooler, so first grade was a mess. First grade is a life changer. Going to Tri-Point in Piper City not even for a full year. Tri-Point is a small old school just like ROWVA. I remember changing schools because my parents got a divorce. We moved to Peoria and lived there with my mom's parents. I got transferred to a Catholic school. Every Wednesday the whole place went to church right across the street. It was the worst thing ever sitting in the old creepy church listening the Father talk about only “God” knows what. My teacher's name was Mrs. Heartstick, no I did not make the name up. She grossed me out. He hands very dry and cracked, they looked like an old man's hands who had worked his whole…
(More dramatic beginning) Choking and laughing through the cigarette smoke as I sit around the smoking area listening to the seniors tell their crazy drunken stories and cat call at the numerous ladies. This is the dream for any freshmen, but not what I expected when I was thrust into Younglife weekend camp January of my freshmen year.…
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…
When I came back from studying in the United Kingdom I had a goal in mind to lower the cost of education so my parents weren’t as financially burdened. When I was accepted to Bentley University I thought things were going to be better since it would not cost as much as studying overseas. What I did not account for is things going wrong.…
Good things happen to those who hustle according to Chuck Noll, but for me hustling has been just another second of failure. It was during the fall of sixth grade when I decided to try out for the school football team.…
What was your first experience in high school ? What thoughts were running through your head at the time? My head felt like it was going to pop off my body.…
I was the kind of guy who always strove in order to get the highest grades but yet hadn’t decided what to do in the future. I wasn’t worried, I knew someday I would find something in what I was good at. I got to live with that thought for some time until I got to attend middle school, where I stopped worrying about my grades and managed only to pass the subjects. I spent most of my time sleeping due to the frustration of not knowing what to do in the future. Most of my middle school experience was tasteless. I hadn’t friends at all, and teachers used to discourage their students about their future. “You're not going to college, you’ll not be able to do it because you’re poor” used to say, Mrs. Vazquez, the math teacher who instead of giving her class, talked on how much his son had accomplished in college and how we would not be able to attend. That was about to change.…
High school is a place totally different from Middle school. High school is a place where it would be the best or worst four years of your life, and maybe change who you are. I remember in middle school I would be very outgoing and not care what people thought, but for some reason I do care now.…
Freshman year of high school was an exciting and nerve wrecking time. The first week of school I stuck close to my friend from middle school. We had hung out over the summer nonstop and were extremely close. That first week we did not see each other much during the school day. All our classes seemed to be different except our lunch periods. This friend was someone I trusted and let influence me, for better or worse.…