My Freshman And Sophomore Year Of High School

During the past three years of my high school years, I have been taking various rigorous classes, which all share a similar purpose which is to strengthen my skills and be ready for entering college, taking college courses and excelling in them. Moreover, during the past three years, I have been challenging myself by taking rigorous classes, having an A in all classes, and maintaining being ranked one of the top students in my school. In addition, to excelling in all my classes, at the same time I am able to work occasionally on my own throughout the school year, as well continue my hobbies, such as photography and riding my ATV, which serve as a time away from academic work and a stress reliever, enjoying life, and finding my passion. Through my high school years, I have learned various skills, which have helped me grow as an individual and prosper both outside and in academic work. Thus, I feel well prepared for what I plan to do next year, which is continuing to take AP classes and excel in them, as well being involved in various clubs, and helping the community. Moreover, I have been constantly pushing myself to my fullest potential and exceeding all expectation and standards, thus I feel prepared for what I am going to face next year. In addition, I arranged my schedule for next year strategically in the way that I will still manage to excel in my rigorous classes and have a large amount of time to be involved in various extracurricular activities, and help the

When junior year ended last summer, I felt like I knew exactly what was coming my way-- after all, I watched three different groups of my friends go through senior years of their own. It was finally my turn to experience senior year, something it seemed I had known about for years, and I felt like senior year would be easygoing and uneventful. Now, it has taken just a few short months to realize how incorrect I was. If senior year has taught me anything, it is that one never really knows what comes next for them, even if they have a good idea. The monumental highs, as well as the deepest of lows, have kept me on my toes throughout my senior year.

Sophomore year, I was thinking about surviving the next two years of high school. I realized I wouldn't graduate, not with the grades I was getting. My grades were at a 65 and I was going downhill. Panicking, I realized it was imperative that I go to a technical program.

My Freshmen, Sophomore, and Junior years were mostly uneventful except more the unmentionable things that went on at home before I finally just left when my Junior year was almost over and ended up in a receivement home (a nice little place where kids are stored when they are freshly removed from their families until the people working there and your social worker can find another place for you to go) where I stayed for a week before they enrolled me in their Independent Living program which is for teens that are almost 18 whom nobody wants to foster or deal with because they are seen as uneducated, juvenile dangers. When my dad found out that I was there he didn’t care until he found out that he could get more money from the state if I was

The time came when I was sitting in my guidance counselors office my sophomore year of high school. The pressure was on, I had to decide what classes to take to help me not only prepare for the ACT but that would impact my future. With the support of teachers and counselors I was able to choose and pick out difficult and challenging classes that would help me excel in the future. The list grew long, I signed up not only for my junior year classes but I also planned out my senior year schedule as well. My counselor took the time to explain to me the honors classes that were weighted, helping my GPA, and were dual credit as well. I signed up for several of the dual credit courses and weighted such as Composition 2, American Lit 1, AP U.S. History,

My middle school years were considerably different than nearly all the experiences of my peers. I did not start food fights, have a first crush, and had few close friends. I was never behind on school work, but could I ever take a sick day or snow day. School was short and sweet. All of this was due to the fact that I was homeschooled.

Freshman year. They say highschool is supposed to be the best 4 years of your life. I dont understand because i know in my heart thats a lie. All other friends went to diffrent schools so when i got to Fairfield high i didnt know anyone except one person whose name is Erin Randall. The lunch is 50 cents more than my old middle school whicjh is ridiculous;its like buying expensive gas daily. The first day wasnt as bad as people exaggerate in the tv shows and movies. I got lost on my way to 6th period because my english class was tucked away in the corner but this lovely woman helped me find my classroom. I guess she noticed my nonexsistent missing posters to find my english class or saw me akwardly wandering around it seemed fair to help me.

Everybody has that one moment in their lives that changes everything. For some it happens at an early age and for others it happens later in life. This is a story about the moment that changed everything in my life. The sad thing is nobody know when their moment is going to happen, it could happen tomorrow, it could happen years from now. The day my life changed I wasn't expecting it to happen. That day was full of emotions and the following days, weeks and months were full of anger and questions. My life has consisted of situations, emotions, and lessons because of this life changing event.

In August 2015, I decided to take on my first job during my undergrad year. I worked as an office worker in Career Services at The University of Southern Mississippi. There, I performed clerical duties, maintained the filing system and assisted my coworkers as needed. During each semester the Career Service office would host a very successful career fair where hundreds of students would attend. During this time of business, I would assist Mrs. Kathy Killam with organizing and working the career fair. On most occasions, I would be able to work on school work while at work. However, during this time, the office was very busy. Therefore, I would have to prioritize my daily activities and complete assignments beforehand. This helped me learn time

Freshman year of high school was the worst year of my life. It was during this time that I had an exceptionally abusive friend, and she took every opportunity she got to tear away at my self esteem. She picked away at every aspect of my personality, while simultaneously shaping my behavior to her liking. Our relationship was not based on love and mutual support; rather, it was established through manipulation and codependence. She made me believe I was stupid, worthless, and nothing without her in my life. Of course, none of this was true, and the degradation of my individuality by another was abhorrent; however, the experiences I had with this supposed friend forever changed the course of my development as a person.

During high school, I participated in a multitude of activities of different types each year. I joined my local YHEC, Youth Hunters Education Challenge, team the spring before my Freshmen year where I learned skills not only involving firearms and archery, but also orienteering, wildlife identification, and safety. Also, I was enrolled in the school’s choir for my first three years and the band for all four years. My Freshmen year was the last year I participated in Tae Kwon Do, although I was involved in it for three years prior. Discipline, respect, and the importance of physical health were emphasized in class and these years of practice and routine was rewarded when I received my black belt. However, as I became involved in high school,

During my senior year at Southern Illinois University (SIU) I was selected for an extraordinary opportunity as an undergraduate teaching assistant for Introduction to Psychology. Within this position I ascertained a passion for teaching as well as a strong desire to work closely with college students. While instructing one section of this course I developed personal connections and grew quite fond of my students. One student in particular, Tamaira, was a bright, upbeat, and successful young woman doing very well in my course and a delight to have in class. However, halfway into the semester her behavior drastically changed as she was often absent, no longer participated in class, and her grades were notably lower. Upon noticing the sharp turn of events I sent her an email with my concerns along with an invitation to have a discussion. My email went unanswered. Nonetheless, Tamaira showed up to my next class. While passing out exams, she locked eyes with me and held a handwritten note on her desk that read, “when I was 15 years old I was diagnosed with bipolar and borderline personality disorder. Sometimes I get depressed, but I want to do well in your class. Please don’t give up on me.” Feeling genuinely empathetic, I said to her, “I won’t.” After class a long positive conversation ensued that served as a catalyst toward her regained emotional strength and performance. This singular event in my teaching experience has had a profound effect on propelling me toward

Let me start by saying that I have thoroughly enjoyed this class, senior year is supposed to be the best year of highschool and this class was nothing short of being the best. In past years I've struggled with getting behind the language arts class I was in, but this year everything changed. After towing a few essay deadlines very carefully I realized that writing is actually one of my stronger abilities in school. Now by no means am I a great writer but I consider myself as a mid “B” average on my papers. After taking this class during my senior year in highschool, I believe that I deserve an 85 percent in this class because of the effort I have put behind my papers and my ability to write a decent paper when it comes time.

High school is something we all go through, for some people it is a breeze but for others it is their worst nightmare. For me, high school was a time for me to grow up and learn how to deal with annoying people. I have had some good memories through my years at Burns Flat-Dill City High School. I met people who have affected me on a personal level, they helped me realize what would be the best route to take in a bad situation. I will never forget these experiences I faced.

The beginning of my Senior year of high school has been an interesting ride, to say the least. Completely new classes and concepts have been thrown my way and I’ve been trying my hardest to catch them. I thought I would be better prepared for some of my classes I’m taking this semester, but it seems like I must start at square one on the majority of my courses. The only way I’ve been able to keep on top of the new information is extreme time management, new study habits, discovering and utilizing efficient study strategies, and asking for help well I needed it.