Graduation Speech : I Got A Golden Ticket

I have been going to school since I was four years old and, that means that I have been attending school twenty to twenty two years, including kindergarten, middle school, high school and now college. As every student, I had my ups and downs in school; I had some failures and some successes. One of the failures that affected me the most and that I will always remember was the time that I was in high school during my junior year. I failed almost all my classes and, I only passed two classes and with a C. In the other hand I had some really good success. The most recent one and the one that I am still happy about is getting my Family Development Credential. We learn from our mistakes and also from our successes, these two times in my life

The next day, as promised, she handed out a short pop quiz. It was not as challenging as she tried to make it sound. It presented only five multiple choice questions on it. Once we finished our quizzes, she told us to read the next chapter silently. Once I finished my quiz at the speed of light, I decided to finish other homework, since I preferred to read at home anyway. So while the rest of my class was reading, I worked on homework. Thirty minutes later, I completely finished all of my other assignments, so I decided to start reading the chapter. After nearly two paragraphs in, my teacher interrupted the class to see if everyone finished reading the chapter. Unknown to me, the chapter was fairly short and everyone, but me, finished it. Raising my hand slowly, I told her that I had not finished reading. Everyone in my class turned around and stared at me. The teacher asked me how far I was in the chapter and how much time I needed to

That is exactly what I did. I am glad I fought because if I didn't fight I wouldn't be here today to tell you my story that has made me who I am today. Even though I had some difficulties learning in school I didn't get discouraged I tried my hardest and wouldn't give up and because I didn't give up I am currently nineteen years old and about to graduate from high school and have been on honor roll for four years in a row and was inducted into The National Honor Society my sophomore.

Then I went to language and sat down next to Makenzi, Taylor, and Itzel. Makenzi gave me a piece of gum and the rest of class consisted of reading a stupid story. Then Mrs. Morrone told us our homework which was a work book page. 10 minutes after that she dismissed us and I stopped at my locker. I opened it with ease and took out my science textbook and workbook. I sat down next to Taylor and we talked about our science fair project, which is due in January. All of a sudden, Mrs. Dainton screamed out, “Ah, a spider!” The whole class laughed and screamed. Mrs. Dainton took off her black shoe and tried to hit the spider, but she missed. She aimed again and finally hit it. She told us to quiet down and do our homework, we didn’t. Makenzi continued to laugh and make jokes. “Makenzi, come here,” yelled Mrs. Dainton. Makenzi didn’t so she got a referral. When Makenzi left, the class quieted down and continued working. Mrs. Dainton quietly dismissed us and I stayed because that’s where I have advisory. I worked on homework, and when I was done I read my book. The book I’m reading is called “After Eli”. The bell rung, I put up my chair, and I

I dance 20 hours a week, and found it very hard to keep up with my school work. Many other students have the same problem with their after school activity. If we didn’t have the option of attending a K12 high school, there would be fewer up and coming athletes in the world. In this essay, I am going to tell you why it is a good idea to have a transfer offer from public high school to online high school. There can also be many issues that teens face in completing their school work on time, and correctly. Some students do not have time to do their work in the best effort and skills that they can do, which brings their grade and self-esteem down in a flash if they do one thing incorrectly. Some students do not have time to do school work at

It was a fresh new school year. I was starting the fourth grade and I had officially become the upperclass man of elementary school. I loved school and couldn’t wait for what was in store. I brought home my yearly blue and silver Pawnee Panthers folder full of papers and forms to be signed by my parents. Inside this famous folder contained the infamous bright orange chat-n-chew form that normally found its way to the trash. This year though, for some odd reason, it stuck out to my mom and she signed me up to read all three books that year! I was terrified. It wasn’t that I was a bad reader, I was actually pretty good, but the last thing I wanted was to read three books and talk about them with my peers.

So we packed are things into our backpack and proceed to go the library even though I was still mad about the fact that I got in trouble, but, spending the rest of the school day there makes a difference. After we arrived there she told us to pick out a book of our choosing and do a poster about the most favorite moment that we thought was the best. So we all went to pick out the book that we wanted and the story that I picked was called Goosebumps: Night of the living dummies by R.l Stein. To me this book had a lot of memorable moments so I choose the introduction of the dummy to be the poster. Everything went great until I decided to go find a new marker because the ink was starting to fade and went to go get it from the basket. I got there I started to find the marker I needed, I grabbed a pair of scissors to move them away from the marker I needed, when it happened. Someone's poster got stabbed and had a hole in it. That person started to blame me because I had scissors in my hand and the teacher came around and ask about what happen. As soon as she heard what happened, she was convinced that I did and gave me another week's worth of picking up trash. I got so angry I started to scream back at the teacher saying that none this was my fault and didn't do anything to the point that threw scissors at a computer monitor breaking it on impact.

Principal Hecktor looked at me, I was more ashamed than I had ever been in my entire life. “Please explain to me what happened. If you tell me the truth, the punishment will not be as harsh.” He said to me. The family pictures on his wall reminded me of my family. They looked so happy, unlike how mine would be once they found out what I had done. I looked up, tears in my eyes, and said; “Yesterday, I sold my ADHD medicine to other students, and you have no idea how sorry I am. I know I deserve the worst punishment, this is the most horrible thing I have ever done.” I looked down at the burgundy carpet, my tears dropping to my lap.

It was in that moment I was more proud of myself than I have ever been in my life. I had grossed out Vanessa and everyone knew it. She was miserable sitting across the room as I showed off my tooth to the rest of the class. The class cheered for me. I was the hero of the day. And Mrs.Armstrong was there at my side as my sidekick with her hand in my mouth. That was most definitely the best day of my second grade year.

Walking to the middle school office unknowing of what was coming. Knowing I’ve done nothing wrong, knowing I hadn’t won anything, and ninety-nine percent sure I wasn’t forgetting a doctor or dentist appointment. Entering the office, now more confused when I realized my sister was standing in the middle of the grey dull office in front of me. “You got called to the office too?” she asked. “Yeah, do you know why we got called?” stating even more confused and concerned about why my sister and I were there. Before she could respond, Mr. Small, our school counselor, came out and requested us to follow him.

AR Tests take the fun out of reading. People skim through books just to get through them and earn “points”. These points are used by teachers to make sure you read. When it infact takes all of the joy out of it. Ironic. It gives you a score out of 10 or 20. Some kids aren’t very good at describing what they read. If they do bad on a test, it discourages their want to read.

On the very first day of sixth grade, it was everyone else’s second day of middle school. I came late to the two merging elementary schools. The reason I missed I went to the funeral for my favorite uncle and was shaking in fear as I walk into the school doors. I didn’t know how to open my locker, didn’t know my schedule, and certainly didn’t know where I was going. I got the obvious question on why I missed the first day. Many teachers asked as they stood in front of the classroom, and I had to try to say it in front of the whole class with a fake smile on my face. The phone rings in my period ¾ math class. “Emily to guidance please,” my teacher sneered.

My last award is for the 100 book challenge that is done in most schools. I have two of them, the first one had 167 books and the second has 432. My literacy development was impacted because I did a lot of reading to receive this award. I loved reading certain books when I was younger so I read a lot of the same type of book. My reading level was low in school so I was in reading classes for it. I’m still very happy to have read that many books and to have received this award for

High school is supposed to be the place where you have fun and a time in your life you’re supposed to enjoy. Movies often trick you into believing that high school is an amazing time in your life and there is nothing but parties and fun. In Bring it on, they portrayed the fun and exciting part of high school cheer-leading, however they intentionally leave out the tough times high school students’ face in school and in their practices. In other popular movies, such as High School Musical the students have no pressures other than the next basketball game. In reality, this doesn 't happen. The constant pressure is affected by the grade level you are in. In high school, students can be classified based on the pressures that are faced in each grade level into the categories of freshman, sophomores/juniors, and seniors. I am here to help you make your high school experience less stressful.

I could sense the cold hard stare of the office administrator behind me like needles poking into my back. I sat as I thought to myself, What could I have done better? I regretted the choice I had made. Why did I do it? Maybe it was better to show my dad my 60% math test than to be sitting in the office waiting to be handed my death sentence. I shouldn’t have done it. I had forged my dad’s signature to escape from being grounded. I waited as I listened to the principal talking on the phone to my dad telling him the bad news. I wanted to scream that it was untrue, but I knew it was.