Autobiography Assignment: Viera High School

The day was a bright one an exciting one, I was ready to take on the world, the world being this year of school and the year as whole. It was my sophomore year in Skyview high school and thus far it was going splendidly. My grades were great, my physical condition was better than it had been in years, and I was ready for wrestling to start.

My mother’s irate words echoed deep in my heart for years as I tried to understand the simple words she would constantly repeat to me, “When will you ever change?” As a child, I was well known for being that foolish kid who would be put in the back of the class with his seat facing the wall. Eyes facing a blank white wall, fingernails tapping the desk, head down, and the smell of exasperation in the air. I was the type of boy who would sprint through the hallways cackling, furthermore resulting in repeatedly get scowled at by teachers for my obscene and inordinate behavior. In hindsight, I realized Freshman year after pulling the fire alarm that my behavior needed to have a parameter and come to a complete termination. Consequently, I spent the entire Summer in my room contemplating my life and my decisions.

Junior year was my first year playing football for Riverbend High School and having played soccer all of my life I decided to be a kicker and punter. By the time that we started playing games I was the backup punter on varsity and would not play until October 10; the homecoming game against Hylton.

Kyndall Fritz~ I am a member of the girls’ varsity tennis team. I am a year round competitive swimmer and I plan on swimming for Wheatmore this winter. In my spare time I like to hang out with my friends and go to the beach. I am an active member in my church youth group. My friends would describe me as a funny, friendly, and kind hearted person.

It was a nice Saturday evening, a cool gentle breeze, as Mason was playing soccer in the park. Mason had just turned 15 and was entering his sophmore year in James Grove High. He had a nice little family, living with his mom and being the oldest of 2. He had a sister named Melissa and she was 12 years old just entering the 7th grade. When he was just 2 years old his father sadly passed away in a gruesome car accident. Growing up it was hard for him not to think about this inccident. Him now being older it’s now his responsibility to be the man of the house.

Starting sophomore year, I began to take on an active role at our school's SkillsUSA IT club. Staying after school became a regular occurrence. I began to work in our club's computer repair shop: Wolverine Computer. We repair computers for the local community for a fee of $50. In addition, we collect hazardous electronic waste for recycling at no charge. The proceeds enable students at our high school to test for and obtain industry certifications. These certifications include the IT Fundamentals, A+, and Network+ certifications from CompTIA. For many students at the school, these certifications are crucial opportunities. Many students at La Vergne High school are from a background of poverty, many are immigrants or first generation students,

Change, for me has always been quite a scary and difficult concept. I want constants. I want to feel comfortable, and I am too stubborn to try new things. Though undesired, change is inevitable and I know life must move forward; so here I am, a shy, insecure, seventh grader moving forward onto my first day of junior high. I knew this was going to be terrifying simply by the size of the school; all four foot nine inches of me stood paralyzed at the main entrance of Poston Junior High. Not knowing who I would have in my classes or who I would sit with at lunch had to be the worst part. As I walked into my third hour, which was choir, I realized I knew nobody; sheer terror flushed over my face as I peered around looking for the friendliest face

The drum majors are in their perfect rows on the front side line. The boom of the mic as the announcer prepares to give out terrifying results. As he begins to speak score in his loud, monotonous voice, the stadium goes silent.

In life, every day you make decisions (what to eat? what job to take? and more). One of my important decisions was came to "Atid" school.

I was a first grader at Esqueda Elementary School. I had a mean teacher that never let you go to the restroom no matter how many times you asked. Would call your parents if you didn't finish your homework. I would get distracted easily and would never comprehend what I read and when she would ask me a question about a page we read and I would never give her an answer because I was not paying attention. Because of that, she flunked me and while everyone else got moved up to 2nd grade. I was still stuck in the first grade and had to meet new friends. I did not repeat the same grade with the same teacher, I had a nicer teacher and she did not flunk me. I did not go to the second grade there. I was transferred into a different school which is Eisenhower

On April 19, 2000, I was introduced into this world in Gallipolis, Ohio. I am living in Oak Hill, Ohio and I currently live with my Mother and Father. Currently, I am enrolled in Oak Hill High School and I am part of the senior class of 2018. I am also a three year Oak Hill Football player and I am part of the varsity team. My plan for life is that I continue my studies into college and hope to major in Mechanical Engineering and move to Denver, Colorado to pursue a job that best fits my life.

My four years at Cardozo High school have been more negative than positive. Most times of high school I felt like I didn't have people who had my back. I felt like people attacked me for no apparent reason like for an example I have been cussed out, threatened, betrayed, ignored and taken advantage of. Freshman , Sophomore, Junior and Senior year was times that a lot of stuff happened to me that changed my perspective on peopleSo as a result, I didn't really enjoy high school all that much. Every day I attended Cardozo it caused so much stress and changed me in ways that I just don’t want to be bothered with people and not want to trust people anymore.

For the last two and a half months I have been counting the days away till the start of my junior year at Dugada high school. I look at my calendar and realize that my first day of school is tomorrow, and I not sure if I should be never more nervous or excited.

In fifteen years, I imagine my life to be settled down and financially stable. I would like to live in a medium sized house with two kids and my husband. I would like to continue to live in Ohio, but if my future family and I decide to move out of state that will be okay. If we would decide to live out of Ohio, I would like it to be in a warmer area closer to the beach. I want to be well off and have a nice house and have nice cars. I have completed a four year college majoring in early childhood development. Ever since I was a little child, I have loved to play with baby dolls, thats all I played with. I also have many siblings, all older than me so they have children. So, I have many nieces and nephews. I have taken care of many babies and I love to take care them, that is how I decided that I would like to have a job dealing with

A picture is worth a thousand words; however, I cannot submit a photo in my personal statement. If I could, It would be an image of me, adorned with American flag patterned leggings, a full sized flag, and intricate face paint, standing in front of my school’s sign which proudly reads “Atholton High School” in kelly green lettering. The face paint, which is my favorite aspect of the photo, covers all of my fair complexion with vivid red and white stripes on the right and a deep blue speckled with tiny, white stars on the left. A scintillating smile covers my face, despite the disappointment I felt for not being able to fit exactly 50 stars on upper quarter of my face. This moment was captured three years after I was introduced to what I believe