When I graduated high school I started working because I had decided not to go to college or the military. After I graduated, I went with my father to Texas in order to find a job because I was having a difficult time finding a job in California. In San Antonio, Texas, I found a job where the company hired me the very next day and I was ecstatic. The next day I started working and I found out that I would be working ten to twelve hour shifts on Monday through Friday. I found out that I was working for a staffing agency which most companies use to hire new employees, so that the employee is not directly employed by the company. In mid-December, I got fired for listening to music and I was devastated. Because I was unemployed, I started working with my father in Eagle Pass, Texas. My father owns a construction company under the name Mejia Great Plastering and has plastered several buildings. My father’s name is Mauricio Mejia and he was born and raised in Mexico. He struggled to get to where he is today. Two months later I decided to leave for California to live with my mother again. Afterward, I told my father and gathered sufficient money for a bus ticket. Two weeks after arriving in California I found a job, but I was still employed by an agency. The agency Select Staffing made me fill out about two hours’ worth of paperwork. At first I thought what a stupid waste of time, but soon found out that filling out all that paperwork paid off. Select Staffing sent me to Western
During my time at Junior High i’ve always had things come so easy to me, and I loved it. I would get decent grades without having to study for the tests, the homework was straightforward, and the teachers loved me. Being the average know-it-all child I was, I thought this would’ve carried out into high school. I spent my freshman year struggling because I didn’t quite understand that yet. It wasn’t until my second semester of sophomore year I finally made a change, and it showed a considerable amount. I kept the ambition up throughout my junior year, received a job as a CNA, and stayed busy managing wrestling.
First Transit, the job of my dreams, abruptly came to an end. I did not know that the company I worked for was actually contracted through The Department of Health and Hospitals. At the time of renewal First Transit lost their bid for a new contract, as a result, my coworkers and I were left unemployed. I was unemployed for about six months before I found work, and that was a very depressing time for me. I felt as though I had failed;
Being a freshman is the hardest of your four years in high school. Have you ever been pressured to be the best person you can be? This is how my year was as a freshman. Freshman year was the most different I never thought I would of found my way around the school when I first started to go there. Freshman year was the best year throughout my years of high school and it was the only year I had friends. During this year I had a lot of anxieties which dealt with me thinking I’m gonna be alone and not have any friends throughout the year to support me through the whole thing. Also, I would think of the pressure of not doing good in any of my classes so I would think it would affect my GPA in the future. The transition from middle school to high school was a different type of thing to do.
High school in its self is an experience. There are many activities and opportunities to take part in. I have been provided the opportunity to have experience many of these during the course of my high school career. The one that stands out to me as most satisfying was when the girls volleyball team went to state. However, I am not a member of the volleyball team; I am a part of the band.
My event I wanted to focus on the most is when I failed my freshmen year of high school. I didn’t try as much as I should have but I figured that I was going to pull a last minute try and do all my work when the end of the school year came but I was horribly wrong and I had to suffer the consequences of not being in my correct classes and being behind in credits.
Do you believe in bad luck? I'm not talking about just walking under a ladder, or spilling table salt. Rather, sometimes in your life you just run into a tough patch and must persevere through it. This is a very good description of my physical health during my Junior year of high school. You see I broke three bones in a span of 8 weeks, and they were all during athletic endeavors. I broke my right leg playing in a football game, and I broke both bones in my left forearm playing in a basketball game.
Coming from a low-income family a majority of the money goes towards necessities and doesn't leave much for other expenses such as private tutors which in turn caused me specifically during my high school years to take advantage of educational opportunities offered by the school. During my sophomore year up to my senior year, I utilized the advanced and honors courses offered by the school. I started small with just one or two advanced classes but by the time it got to my senior year four out of my six classes were advanced. At the beginning, it was difficult to deal with the demanding and fast-paced courses it took me about the first month of the school year to become accustomed to them.
Before high school, I was quite sheltered in a small middle school with limited technological advancements. Going into high school, I was exposed to a great amount of resources that I never had before. For example, each freshman student was given a chromebook to use for the rest of our high school career. The opportunities provided to me by my high school helped me understand to never overlook experiences and resources that will be beneficial to myself and others. Choir has also been a major part of my high school experience. Without choir, I would not have been exposed to performing or the dedication it takes to fit a performing arts into my schedule. Performing is an artform that I love and plan to continue during college. I am very interesting
Freshman year for me was like a baby carrying a boulder. 9th grade was definitely difficult, but it was an exciting ride. I have learned so much, especially from my teachers, some were tough to handle, but they taught me so much. In my freshman class we all were free and independent and we thought we can do anything but in reality it wasn't so easy. Days of listening to lectures from my teachers were really helpful. It was hard to handle some of my teachers, but at the end of the year each one taught me something. The things I was taught about this year was to not slack off, to care about my education, how I can balance my social life with my education, stress, time management, and so much more . This year I actually started caring about my future and my goals, but I’m afraid I won’t be able to accomplish them; getting into a good university, receive an education, follow my goals. Not only did school teach me about my education, but it taught me about my life and my future.
If you were to ask me if I liked my high school life here in the U.S. three years ago, I would give you a definite, one worded answer, “No.” It was my fourth year since I had moved from China to New York, I had thought that I had gotten used to the life here, until the first day of high school that screwed everything up. Everything in Midwood was totally different from what I had expected, or, from what I had experienced. Everything was new to me; I had never been used to move from class to class in between periods, and meet different people every time in a new class. As a timid person myself, everything in high school was making me uncomfortable. I felt as if I would never make any friends or even survive in this big school.
Back when i was in middle school and i was a pretten and was barely becoming a teenager.in middle school i had just switched schools twice. Switching schools wasn't easy for me it made things harder for me. I was failing most of my classes as a seventh grader; i §had §hit a point in my life where i gave up. Then one day my dad had gone into my room and said Asmariah you need to stop doing whatever you're doing and get started on your homework and get on top of your school work
Going into high school didn’t give me the effect I was expecting. Instead of my usual indifference about life, I found a light at the end of the tunnel. My entire outlook was shifted from one point of the spectrum to its opposite. Everything I thought I knew had been revised in way. My experiences in high school have done a great job in shaping how I perceive the world. Freshman year is when I began learning about the real world.
My middle school years was not a very easy chapter in my life, but the past three years have defined me a lot. I’m an iceberg type of person; you can see a little bit of me on the surface, but the real part, the bigger part of me, is hidden. I don’t show all my colors at once. I keep myself clamped shut, too cautious to share myself with other people. I’ve learned early in life that some people’s stories just briefly entwined with mine before we part ways forever. I learned that everything in life in temporary, and that made me hesitate to get to know people well —after all, what’s the point when you just have to leave?
High school is one of those times in life where most people have the best times of their lives, but for me I just wanted to get through it. Coming in freshman year I was done with the cattiness of the girls, the social pressures, and the monotony of school. Then I discovered the joy of ceramics! Ceramics was unlike any class I had taken in my entire life and had far reaching effects on my life. Ceramics kept me in high school by sparking my creativity and all of life’s possibilities. In high school I found joy in ceramics, found out what it was to no longer practice, and what it was like to start doing it again after thirteen years.
During the last four years of my high school life I came across a number of different teachers, all of them together had different styles of teaching and some were more positive than others. Be that as it may, despite the different characters that wanted to mentor me and those who care not too there were three women who gave of them self and did their best to teach a young Black girl a few extra things. Distinguished from their co-workers it showed me just what a great teacher is.