My Experience : My Personal Experience In High School

I am honored to be a candidate for the National Junior Honor Society. This organization means a lot to me. In elementary school, I hadn’t really put much effort into my work because I didn’t know that it would make such a difference in my life. However, in the fourth grade, I realized that what I did would make an impact on the rest of my education. If I didn’t do well then, I wouldn’t make it into honor classes or AP classes, meaning I couldn’t get the higher education I desired. I then began to work harder and my determination increased. My hard work paid off because during my sixth grade graduation, I was one of two students that received the gold for the President’s Education Awards Program (PEAP). Knowing that all the effort was

You’re just sitting there, holding your breathe hoping, praying you made it. Or you wasted 5 hours of your life for nothing; there’s no worse feeling then not making it to finals…” POSTINGS ARE UP!” said a random kid from the opposite end of the cafeteria. I ran so fast; well as fast as I could in heels that is. Pushed my way through dozens of students and saw my code(name). I was ecstatic: I couldn’t believe I made it. I ran back to my teammates and they all congratulated me. Pacing myself back forth from all the excitement; I finally gathered myself and head to finals. Congratulating my other teammates who made it to finals as well. At the end of the day, I went home with a 7th place medal and my #1 goal

One aspect of high school I regret was not joining Business Professionals of America sooner. It has been one of the most personally rewarding clubs I have become a part of. BPA is now my most important extracurricular activity, and not just because it takes copious amounts of hard work. This club has been the one that has really taught me how much I need to step up in everything I do in life--whether it’s academically or otherwise. While in school I never pushed myself to do extra work for no additional benefits until BPA, where I have to use my personal time to work on my events with no true reward in sight except for, hopefully, a win at regionals in December. This is what has forced me to take that extra measure and additional effort on

“4th Place...Lone Hill Middle School!” I could not hear the clamor of the audience over the roar of my fierce pride. As I smiled from ear to ear, trying to contain my happiness, I could not help but recall the long path I had to take to get here and how we conquered, for the first time, the events of Science Olympiad.

The BPA sponsor at my school, Mrs. Neidig, encouraged me to join after I took her computer programming class during my sophomore year. She thought that joining BPA would help me to learn more about programming, and allow me to compete in programming competition. My junior year,

It was just a plain old Saturday and my father and I were heading home after finished the grocery shopping. He began discussing selling his business because he was tired of the area the motel was in and the recent lack of business. I was honestly ready for him to sell the motel and find another job, but I was unaware of the consequences of leaving the dump that we called our home. In a straightforward manner he said, “This will be your last year at this school because we will have to move if we sell the motel.” In that moment I was completely devastated. How could he just rip me away from my friends and the plan I had for high school. When I first moved into the district, during my 5th grade year, it took me almost the entire year to make friends. I was antisocial by nature and at times I still am when I am not accustomed to a situation or an area and I wasn’t ready to relive the anxiety of being the new girl during the most stressful year in high school. Colleges always look at the Junior year of high school because it is easier to assess compared to senior year grades. Since I am the type of person that plans out every goal I need to achieve, it upset me even more. I was suppose to graduate from MacArthur High School as the Salutatorian, participate in a clinicals rotation program, and be an officer for NHS, SNHS, and HOSA. It was as if one by one I could see all of my short term goals dissipate right in front of me. I had to start from scratch on my high school plan at a

This year started atrociously and I was asceticism to the fact that my job was keeping me from doing my finest in school. I look back at it not with disappointment but with the recognition that I can’t multi-task two major time-consuming activities. I was working 5-9pm, 6 days a week was physically and mentally exhausting I would always come to school tired. I would be tardy and or late every day in my 1st hour. At one point I was failing four classes. I would come home from work and be up until like 3 am. I was trying my best to keep up on like the essays but my ADHD made everything so hard. But it was so much I would end up stressing out. Semester one was just rough in general. I went to parent-teacher conferences and it opened my eyes but not enough for change. But by the end of conferences, my mom was crying because she wanted to know what was wrong. I wanted to tell her but I couldn’t. I’d rather self-destruct myself than have everyone worried about me. Then I was to a point when I just didn’t care what anyone else thought I just wanted to make money and blow it on materialistic things like clothes and shoes and things of those sorts. I was at a point where I literally let money control who I was and how I acted as a person. Finally came the day of the essay I really did try like my problem was I had all the information but didn’t know how to put it on paper and I also struggled with focusing on writing the paper because the number of pages overwhelmed me and then

Middle school is about hitting puberty, getting your first real boyfriend/ girlfriend, or even just making friends to begin your journey through life with. But for me, middle school was a wake up call to how awful life could really be. To begin the Dark Ages, sixth grade was full of fashion mistakes. Things like wearing my soccer warm-up to school every day and those I’m-a-girl-but-I’m-secretly-a-boy sport shorts. In seventh grade, I was eaten alive by my insecurities. Causing me to cake my face full of foundations, concealers, and powders, all to cover up the acne that plagued my face. And quite honestly, I don’t remember anything significant about the eighth grade, other than the field trips I always third-wheeled on. Maybe I can’t remember anything important about that time in my life because everything just blurred together with a common theme; sadness.

August 2009, in the dead heat of summer I awoke with excitement for the day to come. Shooting up out of my bed to look at my clock. It reads six o’clock in the morning. Going down my checklist in my head I start getting ready for the day. Today is the first day of band camp. Two weeks of sweating your ass off in the blazing Florida sun and enjoying every minute of it.

Like other kids, high school is a place where one tries to understand who they are and

San Francisco in 1906. Laughter and questioning was what they heard but all I could hear, were memories of trains flashing by my house and the mutters of drunk and drugged homeless men pacing up and down the streets. At 11 years old, all I wanted was to live in a safe welcoming neighborhood with trees shading the street, letting light flow through the branches at dusk. All I wondered was why my parents chose to live where we did. I was able to avoid having friends over throughout Elementary, but them coming over during middle school was inevitable. The embarrassment I had about where I lived had consumed much of my childhood, but I learned how to be open about who I was and how one aspect of your life does not determine who you are.

When others see me, they assume that i don't want to talk them because i'm shy but i just don't want to embarrass myself but when you get to know me more i am very energetic and happy person.

(Hook) “English teachers put more thought into a novel than the actual author did” (Teenager Post #4155). English is a subject that is difficult, and usually, it ends up being detailed and a lot of work because of the way teachers push their students. (Controlling Idea) When entering into high school, I was signed up to take the class Honors English Nine, which turned out to be a stressful experience because of the this in depth work. (GS1) In high school honors courses, I as Freshmen was faced with academic difficulty in some classes that I didn’t experience in middle school. (GS2) Eventually, more fun came with the more advanced classes while in school. (GS3) While in the honors classes, I as a student absorbed a lot of material and lessons from our teachers who pushed us. (THESIS) Throughout Mrs. Oles’s Honors English Nine, I experienced a range of (I) difficulties through her honors-level class, (II) balanced out by carefree fun, (III) and ultimately many learning experiences.

High School was the year that i started to open myself new doors and new abilities for my future . When I was in middle school I got influenced by forends to stick to the ¨cool¨ side and little did I know that none of that mattered in high school. When I entered high school I thought I was going to have to walk in with the coolest shoes and clothes and freshman year was the year that took me to realize that what we have now or how we look does not matter of who we want to become. Freshman year I was really naive and I tried to keep my grades high but still got the average. That year I was struggling because I never grew close to any teachers or friends I was really on my own. Sophomore year came by and I started to open my eyes and I knew that I was doing good but the year before I was struggling in math so that was a heads up that i was not going to be the best in math. One year that I messed up in affected me through all my four years. Although summer school was a big help it was not the same as if taking the class for a whole year. Not seeking for help in geometry was one of the regrets i have in highschool. I sometimes think to myself that it would have been an easy road for me if I would have gotten it but what is done is done and i focus on what I could do in the present. So sophomore year I would go after school ro tutoring and i would ask some of my friends for help. Even if I did not get the A that I wanted I was still proud of myself because I managed to pass

High School was one of the most interesting journeys I have ever taken. It is a time in which most people grow and develop to find out who they truly are. For me I felt as if I already grew up, I hung out mostly with older people, because of my older brother friends would always hang out at our place so I would try and fit in. Since, I did this I just never really connected with my classmates on their level of maturity. However, I did grow and change in my own way rather than just maturing. My High School made me discover the challenges that life can give you and how to overcome them. Now I know that whoever is reading this must be laughing at the thought of a high schooler saying they have experienced the hardships of life, but my journey