My Experience At Wooster School

In my first reflection, I elaborated on my personal goals in relation to my experiences at Spelman College. I spoke about how those experiences have influenced my goals. Since then my goals have not changed, however I have become more determined to reach those goals. My overall determination stems from the fact that I am surrounded by a vast group of intelligent and talented women. My Spelman sisters push me to reach greater heights, and they encourage me to not just be mediocre. Therefore, the consistency of my goals, my influences to acquire my goals, and my aspiration to achieve my goals all contribute to my success at Spelman College thus far.

Though the parents constantly ensure that they do the opposite of the social norm, they’ve made sure to inspire Jeannette with the values of schooling. Alongside Jeannette’s parents value instillments with an added extra persuasion from her sister, Jeannette takes the leap and enters into the world of academia with an Ivy League college acceptance. “I applied to its sister college, Barnard, and was accepted.” (Wall 250). Even with her upbringing Jeannette is still bright enough to make her way into a good college, a college that most would say “trash” like her didn’t deserve to attend.

I’m sure many have shared stories of their high school experiences and can relate when I say those four years have taught me many lessons. During this time, I’d come face to face with the fraudulent friendships, temporary romances, and other high school dramas that my parents once warned me about—those of which I simply brushed off as myths. It wasn’t the 90’s anymore— times have changed and people are different—or at least, that’s what I thought.

Massachusetts. My college was in the streets of Harlem, and my master's was taken in prison” is just amazing. This book did not contain any illustrations, pictures, or tables. The author was extremely descriptive in telling the story. His writing style made the reader to become a part of the story telling experience. I could visualize the experiences and places that were included in the book. For example, when he told about the conking of his hair, how it felt when his scalp was burning, although it was a painful experience, it was humorous to me as a reader. I could imagine the lindy-hopping dances he talked about. How he would whirl them around,

Getting the ability to interview one of my past teachers was an awesome experience. I had the luxury of talking to one of my former high school teachers and Student Council advisor Tessa Gargano. We have a great reputation together and basically know each other like the backs of our hands.

From what I have been through, my current high school experience has not been meeting my expectations. After speaking with friends and parents, I believe that Archbishop Mitty High School can provide the experience that I am seeking. One aspect I am looking for is a larger campus, school community and a safer environment. I feel that the size and location of Archbishop Mitty will help enhance my learning experience. Something else I am looking for in my new high school experience is more school spirit and camaraderie. I have attended many sports events at Archbishop Mitty and I have thoroughly enjoyed the enthusiasm and spirit of the environment. One last reason is that I am looking for a school that can provide a larger class selection with

Eisenhower High School has shaped me into the women that I am today. At first, the transfer from private to public middle school was difficult. I did not know what to expect from public schooling. Immediately, I was met with friendly faces and extraordinary teachers. When the time came for me to decide if I would attend a private high school or Eisenhower High School I didn’t hesitate on my decision. Since my first day walking through the newly renovated Eisenhower halls, I knew I had found my home for the next four years.

Escaping from the past, focusing on the present, and fearing the future, one enters the honors English classroom taught by Mrs. Roll, the tenth grade pre-AP English teacher. Because summer flew to its end, students became one step closer to their biggest fear- school. By the time one reached Mrs. Roll’s class, the quote, “I won’t be your friend, but I will be friendly,” was drilled regularly in one’s mind. Everyday in the class, there would be daily reminders of this warning. To be in her honors class was a risk, but also the wisest choice of them all. Not everything will go the way it is planned, but a little critiquing might get the task completed. With Mrs. Roll preaching to students day in and day out, she barely has time to remember all their names; therefore, what time does she have to be their friend? However, she does contain time to be friendly.

The five-minute warning bell goes off. I rush to my first class of my junior year, eager to see my classmates, who I was going to spend the rest of the 9 months with. I find myself stumbling into a classroom plastered with decorations of Denzel Washington with a Dr. Seuss book in his hand, a t and college flags galore. My AP English 11 class suddenly seemed so appealing to me. As a beautiful, curly haired short lady stood in front of me and said “Welcome to AP English 11,” I knew that I had found a treasure so much greater than just a pretty classroom. Little did I know, that short lady was going to inspire me throughout my challenge filled second-to-last year of high school.

In the fall of 2014, I embarked on the start of my ephemeral high school experience. Reminiscing back onto my first day of school, I can recall the exact moment as if it was yesterday. The adrenaline spewing out of my veins as if I had just consumed a large amount of caffeine, the anxiety boiling in my nerves not knowing who my teachers were or where my classes were. But most of all, I recall the coalescing of my fellow classmates’ personalities and the censure everyone had towards each other. It was in this moment that I had realized that Northwest Christian High School was not a banal Christian environment. In fact, Northwest Christian High School was the antithesis of a banal Christian environment.

“Success isn’t just about what you accomplish in your life; it’s about what you inspire others to do.” Throughout my four years at Sartell High School, I have tried to do what I can to help others and inspire others to be better people and do great things. I have worked to do this through many aspects of my school life, whether it is through Student Council, on the soccer field, or in the classroom. I have also taken the time to mentor a student in Sartell Middle School through the Big Brothers Big Sisters program, and it not only made an impact on his life, but it also changed mine for the better. My experience as a mentor at Sartell Middle School has been long and enjoyable, and I believe that it has allowed me to grow into the person I am today.

I, Makena Brown, was thinking about what to write in my fifth grade classroom, as I watched my teacher, Mrs. McGovern, discuss ideas for memoirs with fellow peers. After giving the familiar classroom a good look, I finally processed that there was only one month left at my beloved elementary school, Booth Hill. As I thought about my previous years at this Trumbull Connecticut school, I was shocked by how fast the years went by, and by the drastic changes regarding the school, students, and teachers.

It was soon the end of August which meant school was right around the corner. I wasn’t too excited, but I was a little anxious to see what God had in store for me. We hopped in the car, and were on the way. I walked into my new school, Country Day, and acknowledged the wind carried the sound of the chitter-chatter of my fellow classmates, lockers slamming as hard as nails and the howling of the spider-monkey. The halls were outdoor and you could see the never ending mountains and feel the gentle breeze swaying back and forth. I enjoyed the first day and couldn’t wait to go back for more. Throughout the day, I met someone special, someone who would soon to be my best friend, partner in crime, my other half, Sibley. She helped me see the good in situations and inspired me to be outgoing and carefree. Our families became best friends and went on adventure after adventure together. The year

The short story “A & P” written by John Updike reminds me of my first year of public schooling. After completing homeschool my mother chose to place me into a charter school in manatee county for my seventh-grade year, school was very foreign to me along with the company it brought. Throughout my years of homeschool we spent our time traveling from state to state, or we were settled down. My first public school encounter was a dreadful yet fun year depending on the day, I was often the subject of class ridicule among others. I excelled in very simple academics in comparison to what my mother and grandmother taught me, with good grades came the offer of being an exclusive member of the safety patrol. As the year went on the safety patrol were given referral slips to pass out accordingly, mine was given often to a bully of a very beautiful face, reminding me of Queenie.

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.