10th Grade That Changed My Life

My first paying job was at the age of 16 for a brand-new Taco Bell with an all-girl crew. Now that I’m reminiscing of those times it brings back good memories of hard work and fun times with a new set of people (co-workers and customers). It was such a learning experience, for me personally having this job was a life saver and helpful money wise. I was a junior in high school and had a lot of extracurricular expenses that at that time my parents didn’t have the means to help with. It was challenging to keep up with my grades, afterschool programs and work but I made it happened with a lot of courage not to quit and learning time management. My parents were proud of me for keeping it all in control and not falling behind in my school work. Working at this fast food restaurant helped me with so much experience in customer service and hospitality.

I was able to put my skill of being able to fix things into something I can actually use in the real world. I just felt so relieved that all those years of wondering “what kind of career path would I take after high school?” is now finally over. I enjoyed how my teacher was one on one with each and every single one of us in his class. He showed us how to do simple auto mechanic jobs, and talked us step by step on what we needed to do to complete what task he gave us. It was all slowly coming to me and I started to have that knowledge on what the problem is and how could I solve

Life normally doesn’t go the way you plan when you’re young. When I was little, I figured that when I was at the age of graduation I would be totally prepared to go off my own. As I sit and think about the topic of how my life is going, several thoughts pour into my mind. First, I think of how lucky I am. The past two years could’ve changed my life because of bad health. Through weeks and months of hospitals stays and hours spent in the doctor’s office and in the emergency room, I’ve come out lucky and I have almost returned to good health. Second, I think of those friends who I thought would be there for my whole life that are no longer a part of my life. I also look to the people who I never thought would be there by my side and realize

My eighth grade year of Middle school. I had many challenges, with making friends and subjects. But one challenge was mathematics.I knew my eighth grade year was most important when it came transferring into my high school years, yet I didn’t do anything to raise my grade in mathematics at that time. It wasn’t until two I had a very low grade in mathematics on my report card at that I realized I needed to do something about my low grade. So after that report in math, I really was determined to really bring that F up to at least a B or A. So I remember I started to go to after school tutoring to get help with my math subject. They placed me with a teacher named Ms.Alice. And she really helped me with my subject.

My mother became depressed, my father became disabled, and my brother was skipping school. I continued going to school from eight until four, which was a big relief in my life because it made me forget the hard times. My grades slowly began to decline, as well as my motivation. I gave up many opportunities such as attending New York’s number one specialized high school. I recognized my mistakes and was able to identify my failure. School was not the only place where I lacked interest in because I also slowly started to push my friends away. As a young teenager, I did not think I would ever make it to college. I became frustrated at my parents because my life was ruined and it was all their fault.

My sophomore year at Central High School did not start out the best. I was recovering from an awful grade point average, awful for me at least, I was sitting the bench in a sport that I had lost interest in, and overall I just did not enjoy school anymore. I personally did not see the point in coming to school at all. It took some time, but I finally started to get my grades up, my season had ended for football, and I knew I was not going back. After everything was starting to go my way I started thinking, “What am I going to do next?”

Two months into freshman year in public high school and I was miserable. I was not thriving academically and was required to take remedial classes, even though I knew I was smart enough to take regular classes. I knew that my current environment would not allow me to succeed, so I needed to either change my surroundings or accept failure.

I was eleven years old when my world crumbled to pieces as a side effect of depression. Although I was able to force myself to look happy on the outside, my depression and thoughts of suicide ate away at all the skills that allowed me to function in life. I was left unmotivated, unenergized, and wanting to disappear. Out of the 180 day school year my freshman year, I attended only 80 of those days. I was unable to live and achieve the future everyone thought I was capable of having. It took countless hours in therapy, support from teachers, counselors, and family, and a will to continue pushing forward when it seemed impossible. Yet like the lotus flower, I bloomed from the bottom of a muddy pool, breaking through the surface ready to take in the sun.

At Dodge City High School I was in many activities such as The Pride of Southwest Kansas, varsity tennis, drill team, enriched learning, and many other honors classes, I was even the president of the decoration committee my junior year. After my sophomore year I added another egg to my basket, and was hired at my first job. With my first job I helped my mom by getting my own phone, paying for the bill, and buying my own items and necessities. But with all these activities and work, I started to get tired, but more than anything, I got lazy, and careless. I started to spend more time procrastinating and doing things last minute. I started showing up late to class which led to not even showing up at all. At this point in my life, everything was going down hill. I got dismissed from drill team, I went from first chair in the band, to dead last, and my grades reflected my attendance. I pushed everything to the side and blamed it on “senioritis”. I thought I was doing everything right and I did what I wanted, but it wasn't until I got called down to the office for a meeting, that I realized that I was putting to shame every effort and all the time my mom spent on raising

I despised myself for being different. All I ever wanted was to fit in, but I couldn't even do that... Because in my mind it would taunt me constantly, just saying I'm worthless and everyone thinks I'm weird or ugly, a show-off... It just seemed to never end. All this feeling caused was poison to relationships with friends and family, low self-esteem, isolation, shyness, and mumbling and simply not enjoying life as a kid. Even though after years of going through therapy and fighting with my parents a lot and having to grow up too soon. It felt as if I were being trapped in a bird cage while the outside's beauty just mocked you, while you're just cooped up in misery and desperately wanting to fly away. Majority time I always had this current state of mind thinking of just wanting to fade away from this world and not looking back and wondering if people would even notice when I'm gone.Rather than allowing this awful depression to spiral my life out of control, I decided that I was not going to let it get in the way of my goals for the future. The decision I made 4 years ago to start appreciating life still remains today and my outlook has changed on the whole situation

When I initially began High School I thought internally, this is it, this is the point at which my life changes, this is where school work gets harder, classes get harder, the sports become more advanced, and my evaluations in High School are going to reflect my employment, and universities later on, and everything in my life has finally become a hectic roller coaster. But I know that High School is like a stream because along the way you'll find some trash, go over some harsh spots, discover a whirlpool or two, stagnate for a bit, lastly get to the end of the adventure and acknowledge you have had an awesome ride. I know this without a doubt in light of the reality that back in middle school/ junior high I got awful grades I kept saying to myself every time, that I have to stay focused and get my grades up because my grades in my previous years would follow me through high school. In middle school it was hard for me to remain centered and complete my work, and get decent grades. I had to keep my mind like a sponge and absorb all the details I could in every class.

Growing up, I was the short skinny kid who played all of the sports and was always surprisingly better than I was supposed to be. I went to an elementary school of five guys in my grade and were nothing like me in any way. School has always been hard for me, even in elementary school because all of the teachers treated me like the kid with a disability. They always put me in the “slower” groups for all of my subjects except for Physical Education, which was the only class that I excelled in for all of elementary school. But, even in sports like basketball and baseball, I was always put on the B team because I was too small and not strong enough. I didn’t have anything going for me at all. I had braces 2nd-6th grade, hit puberty before everyone else so I had bad acne as a 3rd grader, got a 0/20 on my adding simple fractions test, and was in the Cow group for English(The slowest group possible). I took elementary school as motivation for who I am now as a senior in high school to better myself and prove everyone I

My 9th grade year was a memory to never forget. 9th grade, i was new to the school just like the rest of the freshmen's i came into the school with, we were not really focused on the education we were more so focused on having fun and seeing different and older people and just experiencing the life of a high schooler. As bad as that may sound it was the truth but that was the year i meant my home boys Block, Tick and Jalen, i knew block and tick for some years already but i meant jalen when i got to high school and instantly we became close like brothers.

Growing up I had a fixed mindset, as a kid I didn't have to try much in order to achieve straight A's. My parents and teachers would always tell me I was smart and the fact that I was a G.A.T.E student made me feel as if I had to live up to that expectation. I thought that I'd never get bad grades until 6th grade came along, I kept receiving F's on assignments and I believed it was over for me. I grew up thinking that I didn't have to try hard in order to achieve anything because I was smart. At that moment I decided to give up because I thought it was foolish to try because no matter what I did I couldn't change the future. This went on for four years, I never did my work until I got good grades in summer school, then I realized that if I

On October 2010, I was drop out of high school at the 10th grade. From that moment I came to realize that there is no way, I can complete my studies. I was become homeless for a week because I didn’t have any place to live, all my family dislike me because I didn’t do well at school. One of the thoughts that came through my mind was to kill somebody and go to jail. Suddenly, an amazing thing happened: my superhero and lovely brother rescued me out of the streets and gave me hope.