When I was little school was something that seemed to be the most important thing to do but I felt as it wasn’t. When I would talk to someone about school they would always say “make sure you do your best so you can have a bright future.” I never really understood why they would say that until I got older. Growing up with a family that did not enjoy education or dropped out because they felt as it was a waste of time was a good reason for me to do well in school. Having a brother and sister who
When I was a junior in high school I took an Honors British Literature class with Mrs. Ronane where I fell in love with the culture, society, and lifestyle of England. Now, or should I say finally, six years later, I am going to be jumping the pond during my final semester as an undergraduate student. Mrs. Ronane introduced me to Sir John Ronane, an actor from England and her husband of many years, and I was able to ask him all the questions I desired and my most memorable question for him was this:
I was happy. The school year was over. I no longer have to deal with teachers, annoying kids, tests, homework, and nasty lunches. I felt the cool breeze of the air conditioners against my skin when I walked into the Firestone Park Library, holding the list of summer books I needed to read for the summer. For some reason, my school wanted the students to read a total of 10 books during the summer. I didn’t have a problem with reading during the summer because I already read half of them during the
Writing was never a favorite subject in school for me. It seemed so boring to me compared to manipulating numbers and learning about the processes occurring in the world around me. Although, I disliked writing, I was never a bad writer in school throughout my educational career I had always received A’s on essays even in honors and AP classes. My main problem occurred with timed essays because I do not like being rushed when I’m writing, especially when i’m expected to create a nuanced idea to support
My junior year was a tough school year for me. I decided to take American Studies, and, at first, I thought I had made a huge mistake. We had stacks of summer work in both classes and I struggled to understand what Ms. Gilly and Mrs. Gobel wanted from me. I progressively worked day after day to get my homework done. Throughout the school year, I became a better writer than who I started as. Both Ms. Gilly and Mrs. Gobel helped me get to where I am today. American Studies taught me to become the
The year that I change schools was the year that made me feel so different. Can you image leaving a small catholic school to a public school. The whole environment was different from being in class with less than 15 students to being in class with almost 40 students. I’ll never forget the first day of public school. The drilling in my body when I step from out the car. As I took a deep breath and starred at the brick, white building, with yellow writing that says Edna Karr High School. I slowly raise
The CT I was working under has been a teacher at this school for the past nine years. When asked if anything was done prior to school out in the community the look of horror was given. The CT has grandchildren that attend a different school in the county and sometimes the CT attends community events with them. Once in a while the CT might run into one of the prior or current year students. The CT stated work begins with the students from the time they enter the school in kindergarten until they
The 1979-80 school year was my sophomore year; the 1980-81 school year was my junior year. For both of these school years the Mid-Valley Junior High School and Mid-Valley Senior High School continued to operate in a campus environment in Olyphant. Throughout most of the 1970s the Mid-Valley Spartans football team played home games at the Valley View stadium. In the late 1970s, they began to play home games on a football field on a playground in Fern Hill. This was a makeshift stadium of sorts
It was the end of my senior year one month away from graduation. When I got home my parents said they had some good news; they looked at one another with glowing eyes. Were they having a special moment? No, they were hiding something from me and I could feel that something wasn’t right. They were happy about something I don’t think I’ve ever seen them that excited. My mother showed me an ultrasound imagine. I was going to have a baby sister .I asked how many months she was; she answered four. I was
My freshman year of high school was the year of the 2008 presidential election, it was during this election cycle of Obama and McCain that I fell in love with politics. While I was in high school, I decided that I wanted to major in political science and become a public servant. Thus, my dream job was to run and be elected to the United States Congress. When participating in the requirements for the Garnet and Gold Scholars Society, I realized that my experiences in services, leadership, and having