Junior High School Acceptance Research Paper

To many freshman the first day of high school is the opening chapter of a new novel, a fresh start to a sometimes embarrassing middle school experience we would all just love to erase from our memories. August 13th, 2012 was the beginning of my four year long narrative at Cypress Bay High School. Despite my desperate desire to grow up, become an adult, and move far away from my parents for college all that did not seem possible because I had never previously attended a public school. I was struck with fear that I would not be able to adjust to the fast pace dynamics of a large high school.

Until recently well this Sunday the 15th of May, when the high schoolers really did come to play baseball with us in our Babe Ruth league. This is the moment that I transitioned into wanting to go to high school. I knew two of the high schoolers already; Sean & Dylan, as they’ve played baseball with me before, but I didn't know Lance, Maxx, and John. Lance seemed like one of the high schoolers I envisioned, mean, grouchy… the way you see prisoners… After I got to talk to him I realized he was the same way as was used to, nice, funny, and hyper. John is that super tall guy that we're all scared of, yet again I was wrong, he turned out to be one of the nicest people i've ever met. Maxx was the last person I got a chance to talk to, he seemed shy but he was almost exactly like me, he was nice, funny, lively, clumsy… all of the above. They we're the opposite of what I imagine high school to be like. Nothing negative has come from meeting the new people so far, and we can all affect each other in a positive way. After that Sunday double header I’ve wanted to go to high school and forget middle school. It would be a moment to make new friends and think about what i'm going to do in the

Many people ask me what are my plans after high school? Luckily, I have come to the decision to be in the military and attend a postsecondary education and major in Nursing with the intention of becoming a Pediatrician or becoming an Architect.

On September 1, 2012, I walked into my fifth grade teacher’s classroom for the first time in my life. Mrs.Cullen was standing in the front of the door with open arms ready to welcome her new fifth grade students. As I made my way to my desk and sat down next to Charlie Schutt and Quin Timmerman, I got the feeling that middle school would be a time of talking to some of my best friends and cruising through classes. As the school year progressed, and classroom seats changed, my thought of how Middle school would be changed as well. On the first day Mrs.Cullen explained our schedule, Homework detentions, and demerits. After about fifty questions, she sent us off to our first class, and the first step of our Middle School journey. The fifth grade

I believe that Polk County Early College High School would be a great school for me because of smaller class sizes and more one on one opportunity with teachers. I feel that I thrive in that kind of setting because you can feel free to ask for help if needed, and it will be provided much more easily than in a larger class room. I also love the opportunity that the school provides to be able to earn college credits while attending high school. I am a very self motivated person and being able to complete work at my own pace would be significant. If I am working at my own pace I will be given the chance to work ahead and cover more material which is great. I think Polk County Early College would be the perfect school for me because I would be

Attending Cross Creek Early College High School is interesting to me because I will be able to complete high school and some college courses at the same time. I have always dreamed of going to college and this is school will allow me to get a head start on my goals and ambitions. My goal is to be the first person in my family to attend and graduate from college with a bachelor’s degree. Here you need to explain your career goal or what you want to major in. It is my belief that Cross Creek Early College will provide me with the support to reach this goal and to let my other family members know that a college degree will allow me to be a productive citizen.

School seemed to be equivalent to finishing a marathon day in and day out until the dismissal bell that would allow me to return to the sanctuary of my own home. It wasn’t until March of my freshmen year that I decided I didn’t want school to be something I would have to endure but rather a memorable experience. I was done being a victim to the fears within my own mind and decided to join the softball team midseason. WIth newfound confidence, I worked my way to varsity level and worked with my team to become the first softball team in Southwest history to win two league championships consecutively. Even if we had not won any games, the fact that I was able to work and communicate with other people effectively was a milestone in itself

Freedom is all about being independent and making your own choices and decisions. Freedom is about not having to listen to other people and being able to do what you want and when you want to. With making all these choices on your own requires responsibility. Responsibility and freedom go hand in hand with each other.

Each college has something different to offer, being admitted to the University of Florida, one of the highest rated school in the state, would give me a countless number of social, academic, and athletic possibilities. However, with the vast variety of opportunities presented by this University, there are three specific things that I would do if I attended this school.

Among a school deluge with a copious amount of student’s, there's me, Caroline Vargas. I was born October 15, 1999, in Palisades hospital; I have lived in West New York my entire life. What makes me drift astray from the sea of students you might ask. Well for starters I excel in many extracurricular activities. Aside from after-school activities, I am a part of the Performing Arts Academy. When I leave high school my goals are to be situated in a college studying to become a professional actor.

If I was to receive an award for my high school years is would probably be called my high school diploma and be awarded to me for getting the required amount of credits. Kidding of course, I honestly think that if I was to get an award I would receive the first annual Joseph Gaiser medal of good vibes. No matter what the day or what the weather I will always have a smile and crack a joke or two. Nothing gets to me and puts me in a bad mood easily. So a lot of people can use me as an outlet to ease their frustrations. I will always wave and say hello in the halls and am participating in class. I am very comfortable with other people and I think that helps them relax and release a little tension and have a good time. That is really important

“Perhaps one did not want to be loved so much as to be understood.” (Orwell, 1984). Being accepted is a huge part of not only high school life, but life in general. We all yearn for the feeling of being accepted, or understood. Orwell was most likely bringing up the fact that being loved was one thing, but we as human beings want to feel like we are not alone. We want to feel accepted and feel like our opinions and thoughts matter. Throughout my high school career, I learned that being accepted by others starts from within. People can love me, family can love me, but that does not mean they accept me, or even enjoy who I am as a person. High school was the time in my life that I learned what the difference was between being loved and truly

The Freshman Convocation was a welcoming to the new freshman students that home feeling. I feel that this ceremony would benefit new students to the university because we are still transitioning from being in high school to being in CSUN and there are freshman where they don’t feel that home feeling yet and hopefully this ceremony made new students feel comfortable that this university is home. Also, there are students who feel like an outcast because they feel like they don’t belong and by hearing David Levithan say that,” People should stop seeing others on their differences because we are all 98 percent the same and 2 percent different” probably made them feel that we are all one big family and how we got each other’s back even though we

It’s freshman year and my mom helps me move cross country from Colorado to Nebraska, unload my stuff from the mini-van in giant rolling laundry carts into McGloin Hall, my home for the next nine months. McGloin is supposed to be just for sophomores but all the freshman dorms filled up so they stuck me in there, too. It’s half-reward, half-punishment, newer and nicer but isolated, tucked and hidden by deep green deciduous trees on the far end of campus.

The first year, the time to prove myself had arrived. Classes, rooms, teachers, and some students were unfamiliar. Eventually, minutes melted into hours, hours to days, and days to weeks. It didn’t take long before my schedule was routine, something of second nature. Humor and happiness were found in the form of my advisory family, where school was transformed into something more than going through the same motions of day to day activity. By the closing point of sixth grade, I was having a hard time letting go of what I’d adapted to. “What’s wrong?” my dad asked when I was getting into the car after being picked up early on the last day. I explained how distressed I was that my first year of middle school exceeded my expectations, and that it had to come to an end. Although his outlook viewed my reason for sorrow as trivial, I didn’t.