High School Transition Essay

This assignment is based upon my understanding of child development and children’s learning, considering the curriculum for the Early Years and the curriculum for the Early Years Foundation Stage/Key Stage One. I propose to outline a rationale for effectively continuing children’s learning, from the end of the Early Years Foundation Stage into Year One and include strategies to support transitions, effective curriculum delivery and links between the EYFS and the National Curriculum. Throughout the assignment I will refer not only in general but also to how my research has help me as a practitioner help my setting to effectively continue children’s learning.

My transition into high school was as easy as taking a breath. I had always found school quiet easy and I never had to put much effort into getting promising grades. Before high school I had my whole life figured out, or at least I thought I did. I had planned that I would attend a law school or major in English. After a while of being in high school I started to realize many things. My parents did not have the financial stability to send me to a law school, I was not as smart as all the other kids, little by little I began struggling with a negative mentality about myself and my future. I slowly let go of my dream of becoming a lawyer and decided to join the Health Careers Academy. Soon enough, I began to have a deep interest in the medical field but then again I continued to have the same question; how can I afford going to a medical school? I did not know much about college or what it took to get into college. I assumed I just had to have a pretty transcript and that was all it took. My self confidence began to lower as I saw how other students cruised through their high school years so effortlessly. I never wanted to ask for help because I did not want to seem “dumb”. I would bite my tongue and hold in all the unanswered questions I had. My junior year, I was having a very difficult time. I had a tight schedule which consisted of almost all AP or honors courses. I slowly began to give up because I did not believe that I could do it. I let my grades slip failing almost

In my years, here at Senior I have grown for the better in many ways. One of these ways is my strive to do good in school. I came into high school with the attitude of I’ll do my best and see how things go. After my freshman year, I had good grades, and that’s when I really realized how important and that it was possible to keep getting good grades. Then last year and this year I have really been pushing myself to get good grades and really put school first.

​In life, there are periods of transition in which individuals often face daunting challenges or obstacles. Overcoming these challenges at pivotal points of transition can impel the individual to develop essential character qualities and skills for surmounting adversity. My transition into high school was momentous. Here I knew that the decisions I made would likely have a strong impact on my future. Therefore, I had to be meticulous about the extracurricular activities I wanted to be involved in. This mindset allowed me to stay focused and determined because I wasn't fixated on going to the next party or the new music that was out. I cared solely about the legacy I left behind. That is why I decided to run for student government at the end of my sophomore year. The election

A fork in the road only appears as such when both paths are seen as viable options; yet, once one path becomes seen as the only one, the other devolves into a deviation. Where the aberration would require justification to travel down, the perceived correct course would require justification to not travel down. This is precisely how the false question of attending college was presented to me: it was a matter of when not if. Upon inheriting white looking skin, a middle class family, and a pat on the back for bringing home white sheets of papers with little red “A”s written in the top right corner, it was ascertained that I was to be a productive and successful engineer after paying for college with hard-won scholarship money. In short, there were several socio-economic factors that contributed to my eventual position in college.

I believe I can help to be a positive influence on the incoming freshmen by using my skills, qualities, and experiences to help their transition into a new beginning.

During my time at Junior High i’ve always had things come so easy to me, and I loved it. I would get decent grades without having to study for the tests, the homework was straightforward, and the teachers loved me. Being the average know-it-all child I was, I thought this would’ve carried out into high school. I spent my freshman year struggling because I didn’t quite understand that yet. It wasn’t until my second semester of sophomore year I finally made a change, and it showed a considerable amount. I kept the ambition up throughout my junior year, received a job as a CNA, and stayed busy managing wrestling.

I was thirteen when I graduated from middle school. It was a big day in my family, my parents hadn't finished high school, so they were very excited to see another daughter move onto high school and higher education. This was an event that showed how willing I was to pursue an education, in my family it showed maturity and responsability.

My family and I had lived in Oregon for my entire life. We had moved a couple times, but nothing enormous. I was getting to the age where I would have to go to high school soon but my mother did not want me to board, because she did not like it when my brother boarded. So she started looking around for a nice high school with a job opening in the area for her as well as my father, all of this going on without my knowledge of course. One day when I was on my mother's computer I “accidently” found out where my mother was considering we would move to. That was the day I found out we would be moving across the country to Virginia.

As a child, I always loved school. Sometimes I struggled with the work but I managed to pull through. As I got older and attended middle school I struggled the most with my classwork, I didn’t think I was going to make it because of my grades, I didn’t think any high school would take me. Whenever I step foot into the classroom I always thought to myself, I’m never going to understand the work I’m never going to learn this, but then I realized grades don’t define who I am. I’m more than a letter grade. 8th grade graduation arrived, I was the only one who didn’t receive an award. During the ceremony I felt ashamed, I felt like I could’ve done better and I know I could have. I felt like I let my parents down. But that ceremony opened my eyes, I knew I was smart and I knew I had the potential to learn and expand my education. Freshman year of high school came. I was nervous, I thought I was going to fall back into the same place I was in. I proved myself wrong. All year I studied hard, up long nights, I received tutoring my freshmen year, and I maintained a 3.5 GPA throughout my high school career.

Like most high school seniors I’ve worked extremely hard in the aspects of being involved with extracurricular activities and doing academically well to the best of my ability. During my sophomore year, I learned how to overcome my most difficult obstacles. Whether it be my dad losing his job and having to pick up hours in the new family business to help support my parents finically. Or to preserve academically, pushing my way to the front of the classroom rather than slacking off and proving that I was more than capable of keeping up with my peers when some teachers just didn’t believe in me.

We are high school students and that means that the sense of urgency to strive for and to achieve personal success is now. With this urgency comes the expectation of having to persevere. This year has not been as easy one for us as a school body. We have been

Finishing up the first semester in my last year in high school is an intimidating point in my life. It felt like not too long ago I was a freshman, not knowing where I would be and who I would be. Attending an early college program school is already hard enough, and with weeks away from starting my last semester I find it frightening that graduation is approaching. I was never the golden student who received A and B honor roll, but I always had a passion and it was not until my junior year when I tried harder to achieve something. I spent my last three years bringing up my grades to A and B honor roll and my GPA from a 2.5 to a maintained 3.2. My motivation started when my mother started school and received her Associates in Science in business

Upon entering high school, I made a goal to myself: I wanted to become a better version of myself, realizing my own strengths and weaknesses and, ultimately, preparing to be a part of a completely different atmosphere beyond high school and even college. From the beginning, I knew I was going to find a way to improve academically, as a member of Kingsway’s STEM Academy and Superintendent’s List throughout my high school career. However, I would never think that I, as an eighth grader, would ultimately rise above my classmates, eventually being third in my class freshman year and still enjoying the rigor of taking as many AP and Honors classes as I possibly could fit in my schedule. By being recognized and awarded for my achievements, I finally realized that being this type of student, one that strives to do the best and remains self-motivated no matter what difficulties are faced, gives me a purpose as student and overall enjoyment.

If you were to talk to me today, you would never know that I was once the child who veered off the straight and narrow path. In those distant years of my past I was a problem child, with the notion that school was my playground. A failing grade use to mean that I was having fun in a prison with bleak white walls. When I was written up and sent to the principal’s office I knew that I would get to go home. But the cheerfulness that I felt, up until the point that my parents arrived, quickly vanished when I saw the tears in my mother’s eyes each time. This scenario lasted for the better part of my elementary school days and followed me to my new school when I moved. My mother’s tears haunted me at night, the joy I felt, when I got in