What I Learned During The Last 3 Years Of My High School Years

My eighth grade year of Middle school. I had many challenges, with making friends and subjects. But one challenge was mathematics.I knew my eighth grade year was most important when it came transferring into my high school years, yet I didn’t do anything to raise my grade in mathematics at that time. It wasn’t until two I had a very low grade in mathematics on my report card at that I realized I needed to do something about my low grade. So after that report in math, I really was determined to really bring that F up to at least a B or A. So I remember I started to go to after school tutoring to get help with my math subject. They placed me with a teacher named Ms.Alice. And she really helped me with my subject.

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.

My memories are blurry. They are fragments of disjointed moments, without a linear narrative. I remember reading. It was in Mrs. Davidson first grade class. My reading proficiency skills were very poor, the English language still thick and unnatural on my tongue. While some of the other students took a Gifted class, I had to take a remedial course—English Learners (EL)— just so that I could hold onto the edge. I remember reading. I had a hard copy of The Very Hungry Caterpillar in my little hands, reciting only the first page of the book from memory. The classroom was dark; the stream of sunlight filtering through the windows served as our only illumination. The rest of the words on the book looked like a mess of jumbled letters. I couldn’t make out anything other than the words “the” and “and.” I remember enthusiastically pointing out my “fluency” to my teacher, seemingly applauding my menial abilities: “The catpater at droo!” (The caterpillar ate through). In the first-grade, my free time was spread sporadically between watching The Little Mermaid, catching ugly black crickets and pretending that I was Sailor Moon, guardian of the galaxy. In the first grade, I was not at all concerned with words, literacy and books. In the first grade, I did not know the power that words hold. I did not know that books would change my life.

High school. This one word can mean either the best days of your life, or the worst. It depends on how you dealt with the obstacles thrown at you. During the past few years of high school, I can honestly say that I have changed a lot, not just physically, but mentally I have becomes strong enough to ( ).In my experience, these circumstances shaped me into the positive and intelligent individual I am today.

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.

Attending High School is hard enough, especially that last year in High School, yes senior year. Now let's add college classes to that and my High School routine is eat, school, and sleep. In the past, I’ve made horrible mistakes for not knowing how tough courses can get especially with an overload and not studying "right". This year I’ve made changes and improved on how, when and where I study to earn good grades and improve my knowledge.

Every school year fifth graders face a big change from the lives they are used to. Middle School. It is our job as upperclassmen to assist these new sixth graders. These students need our advice, and help, to make sure they live out their middle school years correctly. The finest piece of advice I can give any student starting middle school is to plan out all your middle school years.

In today's society, many kids are pushed to do well in life and told to work hard so that they can accomplish the best for their future. My dedication to my education began at a very young age when I started to read before even entering kindergarten. As time went on, school became more of a challenge. Throughout my high school career, I have spent most of my time focusing on my academics. When I was approached in 8th grade about what I planned to do for classes in high school, I did not take the easy way out. While other students selected classes such as gym or art, I chose to take a different path. Even though I knew it would be stressful, as well as a lot of work, I planned into my schedule to take two math classes as a freshman and two science classes as a sophomore. This was after previously starting high school

Throughout my high school years my grades were terrible. I struggled in all my classes. Until they put me in a community school from their i started to stay after school finishing all my work i even made it back to regular high school. I also went from a 2.03 to a 3.2.

During my time at the high school I managed to learn different and important skills that will be essential and that I will apply later in life. Two of the important skills that I managed to learn were demonstrating personal management and teamwork skills and to listen actively and speak clearly and coherently. I performed these skills in many classes that I took in high school, like math, english, science, also college classes. By using personal management and teamwork skills, I can use it while working in teams when you get to handle the situation that is going on and by getting to all work together and have different ideas to finish or make the project better with everyone's ideas. You get to combine uncommon ideas within each other and use

My goals going into college is to be the best that I can be, put forth 100 percent effort in everything that I do, work my way up to being on the Dean’s list, and become a starter basketball player for my school’s team. The goals I’ve listed was chosen because I know for a fact that I can accomplish anything that I put my mind to and also I plan on being the smartest basketball player in college that’s going to graduate with high honors. In reality I really don’t have a schedule to jungle both academic and social activities. Mainly because everything dealing with my education comes first and whenever I have free time outside of that, that’s where my extracurricular and the other things I like to do comes in and fills in the gaps. When it comes

At the very beginning of my freshman year at Harris County High School, I looked at my schedule and I realized I was in Journalism. I was absolutely ecstatic; Jesus himself couldn’t make me any happier. The fact that I actually made it in made me all tingly and excited! At first I thought that Yearbook would be like every high school movie ever; all of the smart, unrecognized, but the necessary people got passes onto the football field to snap a few PERFECT pictures. Honestly, I thought every picture I took would be perfect. I never knew how to edit a picture beyond a snapchat filter, and I didn’t think I’d have to learn either. I thought every teacher would let you interview whomever you wanted, whenever you wanted. I never realized how hard choosing people to interview would be either. My biggest mistake was believing it was an easy free period.

During my junior year, I faced a number of challenges, particularly in finding the time to do everything I wanted without letting my grades drop. I became unhappy trying to balance school, my part-time office job, and other activities. I vowed to strike a better balance in my life, and planned to do so over winter

Growing up, I had always been an excellent student and enjoyed going to school. However this changed, when my parents got a divorce when I was in 8th grade. The result was that my father abandonned and left my mother, my younger brother and I. My father was the source of income for my family, as my Mother is a stay at home mom, so when he left it runined us financially. It was so bad that for nearly three years while I was in high school, we never had our own home and were bouncing around living with different family friends for as long as we could before moving in with another group of family friends. My response to the divorce was to give up on school. I stopped trying and barely managed to pass 8th grade. My bad academic habits followed me to high school where I began to care even less and less about academics. My mother, brother and I moved right before the start of my freshman year. I went into highschool not knowing a single person. By chance, I made friends with the skater crowd.