My Favorite Time Of The Year

The last semester was a very challenging semester for me emotionally, physically, and mentally. I had recently had a change in my relationship status and was left alone to pay all the bills. The full-time schedule made it difficult for me to pick up hours at work. Being a single mother of three children, this had devastating consequences on my family financially. By mid-semester I was forced to work third shift and weekends to try to compensate for the wages I was losing. This dramatically

The first few months were okay, I struggled with being homesick often which was hard on not only myself but my grades. When I went back for the second semester I felt fine and refreshed. The two months before I was to be done with my first year of college I ended up losing two of my close friends exactly a month apart. This was a difficult time for me to deal with because I was still mourning the loss of my best friend who had passed right after graduation. At that point, I was very depressed but I knew I was close to getting out of school for the summer. I pushed through it and ended up finishing the semester with good grades, which I was very proud of myself

My first semester as a college freshman is finally coming to an end. This semester has been the start to a new chapter in my life and I am glad to have finally finished my first semester on a high note. Coming into college I never knew what things would be like and how would I adjust. All I knew is that I wanted to succeed and eventually graduate college. The courses I have taken this semester have had big impact on my learning and my future. Assignments that taught skills and lessons to be used in the future. I have learned skills such as being able to collaborate in groups because of projects in ASU 150.

Gradually, lectures and discussions that were once interesting start to seem boring and irrelevant, and the temptation to skip classes become greater and greater. (Benton)

The greatest thing that happened all semester was starting the Fall semester, since I know many people aren’t fortunate enough to start going to college right away. I was blessed with my first car, which was my childhood dream car but that didn’t last very long September 27th came along and my childhood dream car was gone in an instant. The reason my dream car was gone is because I got into a car wreck, in which it was my fault since I hit the other car from behind and unfortunately my car was totaled, I had only had my car for about a month and a

I can’t believe my first college semester is almost over. Key word is “almost” because the weeks following thanksgiving break will be critical for me. Even though it’s almost over, I must finish strong. I wouldn’t want all my hard work to go to waste. All the A’s that I earned so far must remain A’s for me in order for me to be happy with my academic performance. These next 3 weeks are going to be hectic, but also relaxing.

What was the most challenging thing about this semester? Did you handle it well or did you let it get to you?

During those semesters, I relapsed in my battle with depression. I was originally diagnosed at the age of nine but learned to manage the disease with the proper tools of guidance of professionals. The transition from college to the next step presented me with many new challenges that reignited my triggers. After having the disease in remission for so long, I had forgot how to handle my struggles on a day to day basis, so my academics took a hit. The process of learning to cope, build myself back up, and continue moving forward has been tough but has made more confident in who I am as a person, a student, and as a future

My senior year has gone by so unbelievably quickly. It had been only four years ago when I first stood in front of the school a mere freshman. Throughout the years I gained a new experience that either made me a more global citizen or better prepared as an academic student. This year has been no exception and I feel ready enough for what’s ahead.

This year has flown by quickly and sometimes I wonder where all the time went. When I first got my classes I was nervous because most of them were honors with two pre-AP classes. I learned that the classes were not hard if I studied and did my work. I wanted to drop out of my English class but my mother convinced me to stay in. My favorite class was science because we were always doing something interesting and I connected well with everyone. I got the opportunity to be in the school’s Show Choir which was amazing. I feel sad because in our Show Choir we are mostly composed of seniors so I got used to them and now I will miss them terribly. I feel like they were my second family.

So far, my senior year has been pretty good. I’ve been maintaining my grades and turning things in on time. The start of my senior, to me, has been wonderful. The class I like the most is my first hour co-op class. The class is Culinary Arts. Anything involving food can keep me excited. I know it sounds bad saying that, but you can’t live without it.

Freshman year could be a new world to everyone because it helps the student to grow both academic and physical. In my second semester at Seaman High School is full of an opportunity and lessons. Lessons that will help me to grow the to person I want to be. An opportunity to help me to have a better grade and succeed with the help of my teachers. My second semester is complicated. Finishing first semester did not mean that I can handle the second semester smoothly like I expected. The second semester is harder than the first semester but it helps me to find the woman I want to be.

This year, 2016 and 2017, was my first time at Early College High School. I was very worried and scared at the beginning of the year, but now, I am more comfortable at this school. From re-dos to essays, I have learned a lot this year from my English class. There are many things that I will forget, however, there are also memories and actions I will keep. Lastly, there is advice that I will provide for the upcoming sophomores.

When I was in middle school, I truly didn’t care for school. I just thought it was a mandatory part of the everyday adolescent child. I came to school each day dreading the fact that I have to sit for hours and listen to lectures that I thought to myself that I don’t need in the future. It was the beginning of the second semester in eighth grade, I was called in by my advisor. She told me that if I don’t improve my grades, I would have to repeat a grade, and I would have to wait two years until I enter high school. This unnerving fact stopped me in my tracks, and I remember the cold feeling that suddenly surged through my body. There was a possibility that I could fail and repeat a grade. And so I thought to myself, is this really how I want to continue my life? Is

I was once a problematic kid who mixed with bad company and flunk tests. I never thought about what I was going to do the next day, what more when I grew up. Of course when I was younger, I had lots of dreams. I wanted to set up my own company, I wanted to be a teacher, I wanted to be able to drive an airplane and the list went on. But as the years went by, they became less insignificant to me and soon, I forgot every single one of those dreams and goals. I got to a new school and knew friends who smoke and took drugs. My grades started dropping from “A” to fails. But I did not care. I could not be bothered by then. I went partying every night and got home drunk. What was the point of studying? My parents are