My First Year Of High School

My first day of my sophomore year of high school starts today. Riverview High School is a huge school and has tryouts for the Kiltie Band Highland Dancers today. If you make it, there is a rumor you are instantly popular. My name was posted on the short list in the hall next to my homeroom class and I am a Highland Dancer now. My best friend Theresa made it also, we have been placed in the same dance group. Even though we are only sophomores we are put into the Senior Dance Group A. This group just happens to be the best dance group at Riverview. We have been informed that we will be in the group that gets to perform at the Inaugural Parade if we make it through the cuts for the Parade.

3rd grade was when I started being bullied. Until the age of 11, I was what you would call overweight. I always ate more than I should have, and well, I didn’t stop. It never used to be that way, and I don’t really know what changed. The first half of my childhood was what I would consider great back then. I was your typical sweet and spoiled girly-girl. I wore dresses and had curly platinum blond hair, with bangs across my forehead. Back when I was that young, I was always energetic, what little kid isn’t? I was always running around and taking walks with my grandma, but that all ended when she died back in 2010. After that, I never wore dresses, I even started dying my hair, I became lazier, and that’s what led up to me

Have you ever wondered what you do every day mean something? Well, it does mean something. Whatever you are doing prior to today will relate to your future. When that happens, you will feel wonderful and proud to have learned and known that something. During my senior year of high school, I discovered everything I learned prior to that year would relate to my future. Writing essays every day helped me to be accustomed to writing. Reading something every day will helped me because that I would learn new information. Using the technologies like the computer is also a part of my meaning to everyday life. Lifelong Learning will always be part of our daily lives wherever we go.

Towards the end of my senior year of high school, I was preparing for the next chapter of my life. I would be attending UC Davis in the summer for a four weeklong orientation program, specifically for first generation college students. This was the first time I would be leaving home by myself to a different country and it was the first time in over eight years that I would be exposed to the American culture. I did not have any roots in any American city nor did I have a so-called “home state.” However, if there was one thing for sure, it was that Germany was my home and it has been for the majority of my life. In this paper, I will be discussing how the following topics in sociology: culture, socialization, and identity are related to my move from Germany to California as well as how I felt during the entire situation.

“We keep moving forward, opening new doors, and doing new things, because we’re curious and curiosity keeps leading us down new paths,” (Walt Disney). The overview of my Junior year in high school was, I believe, the best school year so far both in academic and my personal achievements. As a person I had a major growth, I become more active in school in which was a huge step for me, and academically, well I’ve never seen so many A’s since Freshmen year, well that is if I examine only second semester but overall I felt that my grades were better than last year. This year I became a person who is more open-minded, one who sees the outside world, my mind has opened a door which helped me find the inner me that was stuck in for the past 2 years of high school like if I were a bud that has finally opened. I shockley impressed at myself, willing to accept any new challenges this year which truly helped me become a better person in education and personally.

Throughout my entire school career I was always an average, energized, active student who loved playing many sports including basketball, football and track. At the begging of my junior year I had an argument with my coach about not starting for my junior year and I became livid and immediately quit. After I quit basketball I started skipping school, I would skip Monday’s, Wednesday’s, and Friday’s because I didn’t think there was a point to going to school anymore. I made friends with some older kids who didn’t share my same interests and had already dropped out of high school. I began getting into multiple screaming matches with my mother and felt unwanted. I started partying for my first time, and began to not go back home and

When I was around the age of 14 I was in 8th grade. This was around the same time my parents had told me they were going to be separating. For awhile, because of what my parents had told me, I was very confused and angry with basically everything. I didn’t care for school, I didn’t care to listen to my teachers or anyone who was there to try and help me. That would be my biggest downfall because it had caused me to fail my 8th grade year.

Throughout my sophomore year of highschool I had a hard time in Spanish and faced many challenges all year. About two weeks into the school year, there was an issue with my teacher and she was forced into retirement. This left myself and the rest of class with no teacher for over a month. Learning a new language was not the easiest thing for me and I could feel myself moving more behind the longer I went without a teacher. I had three more Spanish teachers that year making it harder to get into a routine to succeed in that class. By the end of the school I had to make the decision of whether or not I wanted to move on to the next level of Spanish. I felt that if I continued I would be setting myself up for failure in the language because of

I am not sure what about my senior year of high school led to so many times of reevaluation as opposed to other years. Maybe it was because of the overshadowing of closing one door while knowing I would have to open another one very soon that led me to think through who I was and how I was taking in information. But, nonetheless, that year brought forth many opportunities for me to learn about myself.

As the spring semester of my senior year of high school began, I still wasn 't sure what I wanted to study when I began college in the fall. I always had been a good problem-solver, and I was fairly certain I wanted to study engineering, but I didn 't know which discipline interested me the most. As my high school graduation date loomed closer, I began to get anxious about not having chosen a major. My parents, both having worked in the oil and gas industry in parts of their careers, encouraged me to give petroleum engineering a shot, so I did. That summer, I attended the LSU geology field camp for freshmen in Colorado Springs, Colo., for six weeks. During that time, I took basic geology courses and learned to appreciate the effect lithology has on oil and gas. I am thankful to have attended this camp, because when August rolled around, I was confident in my choice of majors.

One of the biggest problems I have ever had to face is whether to continue my education or not. As a high school student I thought I knew what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to go to the University of Georgia, become a veterinarian, and then make my own practice one day. Things didn’t go as smoothly as I would have liked for them to go but I think it has led me to be more confident in myself and have a healthier happier life. My first year of college was the biggest challenge I have ever experienced but I am glad that stuck with it.

Absegami High School, this is where I am spending my years of being a high school student. I have been working hard as a student, a teammate, and an assistant. It is crazy how within these flying three years of being a high school student, I have achieved many of my passions. Some of them include being a captain of the school and club swim team, teaching toddlers how to swim and assisting children that are in the progress of learning English. Ultimately, I have sustained an ethical character that will help others and make them feel comfortable to their surroundings.

I’ve never felt any particularly good feelings about school, especially high school. In my first two years of public school, I found that I didn’t like my teachers and classes. I started ditching to avoid the boredom, hanging out with friends instead of doing schoolwork. My mom noticed me falling so far behind, so she reached out to a friend who worked at a different type of school. I was signed up and started that school in my junior year. I was still far behind, and wasn’t fazed much on the fact that I might not graduate. By the end of junior year, I was spoken to by my counselor and given the reality of the situation I was in. I wanted to be a teacher, an English as a Second Language teacher to be exact. My dream was all but fiction if

As a young adult just getting out of high school many people feel like they ultimately have two choices: they can enter the job market with minimal skills and hope that they can progress without secondary education; alternatively, they can follow a very typical path that most people see as a way to the American dream--they can go to college, get a degree, and pray the job market has a place for them. Nearing the end of high school, I was torn between joining the Army and going to college. What eventually ended this debate for me was my extremely supportive parents who gave me an ultimatum: they told me they would pay for my first year of college and if I still wanted to join the military after that, I could.

Being the child of immigrants I grew up hearing that getting an education was important. My mother was not able to afford high school in Mexico so she always advised my sisters and me to take full advantage of the free school system in America; and that is what we did. My senior year of high school was tough. For the first few months of my senior year I did not feel excited about college the way that my peers. That is until I visited Trinity Lutheran College on one of its Fall Visit Days.