I dreaded the alarm that woke me up at 6:30 in the morning. It was as loud as a screaming toddler that could be heard for miles. I groggily got out of bed and got ready for my first day of school. It was a weird feeling not putting on a uniform like I had been for the past nine years, but I also enjoyed that freedom. The nervousness became more and more intense as I could closer and closer to campus. When we arrived, I got out of the car, and watched my dad drive off to go take my younger sister to school. There was no going back now; I had no other choice than to walk through those doors. I felt like my throat was in my stomach. I noticed some familiar faces, and I walked towards them. While I was approaching my friends, a senior, facing toward me, walked passed. He must have been at least six feet tall, which was incredibly intimidating for me at just over five feet. I was not used to the fact that I’d potentially have classes with these giants. Additionally, the array of new teachers, and having to learn all of their teaching styles and things they did or did not tolerate was hard in…
“Success is to be measured not so much by the position that one has reached in life as by the obstacles which he has overcome.” -Booker T. Washington…
During this time, my younger brother was born and the downfall of my parent’s relationship began. Home life was difficult, but surrounding myself in books and science projects comforted me and I was happy with myself. I learned that drowning myself in novels and tutoring others was the best cure to feeling upset about either family or friend drama, so I used this to my advantage from seventh to eleventh grade. As a result, I received Academic Awards and was placed on the Honor Roll every year and was extremely proud of this version of myself that I had…
I rarely spoke in middle school. When people tried to make conversation with me, I’d get scared that what I’d say would make me seem lower in their eyes, so every single possible response was excessively mulled over in my head. Usually, none of my possible responses would seem good enough, so I’d either quit and return to the safety of a book —which I always had on me— or awkwardly stand there until the person left me or the conversation. If there was a social or party, I’d skip it or read in the corner. I hated it, but was too scared to do anything else. By the end of 8th grade, I resolved that I didn’t want another year where fears and anxieties would control my life. I wanted to be able to socialize and make friends like everyone else.…
Chapter 9 Turning Point Activity; Chapter 9 marks a turning point in the novel. Up to now, Tom’s adventures have been play and make-believe. In the scene at the graveyard, he and Huck witness real evil. Tom is forced to make life or death decisions. Analyze this chapter, addressing such questions as the following: How does Twain create the frightening atmosphere in the graveyard? To what senses does he appeal? How does he use foreshadowing – clues planted by author that point to events to come – to prepare the read for the change in the mood? End your analysis by making a prediction about how you think the events Tom and Huck witness will affect the rest of the novel.…
In The Tipping Point, by Malcolm Gladwell, the tone clearly drives the strategy to be logos. Logos is an exceptional rhetorical strategy as it persuades the reader, not through the use of emotions and feelings, but rather through the use of logic and reasoning. There exists an energy in the style in which Gladwell writes that has the power to persuade the audience to believe what he believes in, the Tipping Point. Gladwell does not only give us his theory on how epidemics spread, but uses logos to connect the world we live in to his theory. The author’s use of logos results in a greater impact of the rhetoric.…
“Hello,” said a kind face to me as I entered my first eighth-grade class at a new school. “Hello,” I said back, not knowing how to take the gesture. I walked into a classroom full of new faces. Everyone was gawking at the new kid. I thought to myself, “is it what I’m wearing? Do I look weird? Should I say something?” I did nothing but go to my assigned seat, and sat quietly just like I did on the bus months prior. As I sat in silence, I listened intently as the teacher floated across the room while calling roll. When I heard my name called, I tried to muster up the courage to address myself in a casual way, but I’m sure that it came out as a nervous “here.” As she finished roll call, each student was handed a mountain of forms and papers. Then the class slowly transformed into a parade of shouts and laughter. Everyone was welcoming each other back, except for me. I sat there in silence examining everyone.…
“Courage doesn’t always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day saying, “I will try again tomorrow.” - Mary Anne Radmacher. Joseph Lemasolai Lekuton, a 2003 graduate of Harvard University with a master’s degree in educational policy, built up his success from nearly nothing. He grew up in a Maasai nomadic tribe on the savannas of Kenya. Joseph was like any other boy in his tribe until one of his brothers was told he must attend school. His brother refused to go, and soon Joseph was the one going to school every morning. Joseph continued on until he got accepted to college in America. If Joseph had thought and acted differently however, he may not have made it so far, and his setting may have been the biggest impact on these thoughts and actions. By giving him courage, strength and perseverance his setting impacts his thoughts and actions.…
Three years ago, I came into a world full of dreams, but these dreams can take you down if you don’t pay good attention. I am the first born in my family. Before I came here, I was so afraid to come to a new country, which I didn’t know any thing about. I was somehow confused, and the biggest fear that I had was about adapting to a new culture. After some days of being at home, I was taken to school where I met so many student, teachers, and other nonteaching staff. Although I didn’t know anyone, all the people I met welcomed me, and I really appreciated the welcome. The school counselor called one of the students and told him to show me my classes. Then the boy took me to my new class, and when I entered, all eyes were on…
Throughout my high school career I’ve went through some struggles. These struggles reflected in my academics. Thankfully, with my dedication I was able to overcome these personal…
Having been raised in a traditional Mexican family, I thought that growing up I had a good understanding about the Mexican culture and families. However, I was seriously mistaken upon returning to Mexico for a family vacation. I was expecting to go across the border and experience things similar to what we have in the States, but that was not the case. The experience is completely different and charmingly appealing. The infrastructure is nothing compered to what we have here, the family values are very different and how people would spend their time.…
For almost 10 months staying in this 4 portals of this classroom named Our Lady Of Hope, with 28 classmates, 10 subject teachers and 1 sexy adviser, I had made another countless memories that I’ll treasure forever. Who could ever forget those giant laughs we made on this every corner when teasing someone, those killing happiness I felt together with my best friends, and even the crying moments and pains I left behind. For all the hard times I had, the projects, exams, recitations, and pressures. I have to pass through these narrow path fighting these odds that obstruct my way. The burning brows, sleeping late at night and fighting my dear enemy-to wake up early, are only few of my sacrifices. Sacrifices that I learned in aiming good grades. But the most striking moment I feel at this very young age is that, the deep pain I’m trying to hide everyday. Participating actively in class, smiling, laughing but the truest feeling shouts, “ I want to die” and no one knows why. No one knew how hard for a student like me to experience not experiencing how it feel to have the so-called father, to have the so-called sweet home. You may not understand me now but I say to you, inspite of these, this room makes me feel, I’m not alone.…
My older siblings always told me high school would be different and harder than the smaller elementary and middle schools. I knew this but I didn’t mind because I knew that I had wanted to excel in school to do something successful afterwards. I didn’t just want to be more successful than my siblings but it made me realize that if you don’t drive yourself to work hard in school you don’t always achieve what you want to do. By pushing myself harder in school I’ve made an effect on myself that has put me in a great position throughout my years of high school. Through high school I’ve had the privilege of being able to take high honor classes and even college…
“He, who opens a school door, closes a prison.” ~Victor Hugo “Every time you stop a school, you will have to build a jail. What you gain at one end you lose at the other. It's like feeding a dog on his own tail. It won't fatten the dog.” ~Mark Twain…
My Turning PointMy Turning Point was when I met the most handsome man I had ever seen. I saw this man for the first time at the water fountain at work. I was very shy back then and I had just gotten out of a very bad relationship. I just said hi and went back to work. I ask a lady who works with me what that handsome guys name was. I believe it was love at first sight, if there is such a thing.…