My Senior Year At High School

It was my senior year of high school football and all I could do was sit on the bench with an injury. It was so frustrating because all I wanted to do was be on the field playing with my brothers like I have since freshman year. I was just so happy to be on the field on those Friday nights and just get to play the game made me so happy when I first started playing. Until I got a big head and started thinking about myself and what I was going do that game or how many touchdowns I was going to score that game. I stopped thinking about the team because of my success. I think this might be a lesson I needed to learn and if I did not, I would have had a big head my whole senior year and never would have saw the real reasons why I loved playing

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 I graduated high school I had no idea what I wanted to do, all I knew is I was done with public school and could live my life as what I thought an adult was. My father and most of my family believed it was important for me to go to college, and get a kick start with my life. Though they weren’t wrong, I had no idea what I wanted to do and no discipline to do my studies to the full extent of my abilities.

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.

Freshman year, I imagined that year to be amazing. I wanted it to just have an awesome flow but did it? It did in the beginning then a bomb went off during the middle of the year and turned freshman year into a complete disaster. Freshman year was supposed to be about having a great start to the rest of your high school life before you enter the big bad world but other students just couldn't help themselves but to create that bomb during the middle of my freshman 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.

My year being a seventh grader has been filed with great experiences and growth. I was pushed to being the best I can be by my teachers and wonderful classmates in all of my classes. They did this by explaining to me how to make my work stronger and how to make me writing in my depth.This year has given me plenty of opportunities for my future.

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.

Some people grow up knowing exactly what they want to do; I, on the other hand, do not know exactly what career path I am going to take, but I have learned that is okay. I went through most of high school presuming that I had to have my life planned out by my senior year and I recently realized that was an unrealistic expectation to put on myself.

My mom was pregnant with me, her senior year in high school. She put her own dreams aside, graduated high school, got married to my dad, gave birth to me, and began raising her new family. Still to this day, she talks about returning to school, but still has not had the opportunity to do so. I am an only child, and the first in my family that will be going to college. My parents are the reason why I am pursuing college. I owe it to them, and to myself, to be the absolute best I can be. I made a promise to my father when I was a little girl, that when I grow up, I will make enough money to support him, and my mother; so that one day, they will no longer have to work. Graduating high school, and beginning my journey to my college degree, is the first step to ensuring that I am able to keep

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.

I began my higher education at Antelope Valley Community College in pursuit of these skills, and graduated cum laude in May 2012 with my Associates in Liberal Arts and Sciences. Shortly after, I was admitted to California State University, Fullerton for my Bachelor’s in Psychology, where I also joined the University’s Delta Epsilon Iota Academic Honor Society. It was here that I also discovered how useful philosophy is in understanding human behavior, and added the subject as a minor to aid me in my studies. My belief is that while psychology generally explains why a person reasons in their particular manner, philosophy explains the different ways that said person could reason. I believe that this will be useful in treating clients, since the philosophy aspect will help me understand the perceived logic that the client holds, which in turn will support the overall treatment.

I grew up in Scotland in a dysfunctional family and in a place where school meant strict

In my senior year at Claremore High School I decided that it would be a good idea to skip school. I skipped school like every day. Everyone knew it but no one could ever catch me. This one time one if my teachers was not there that day, so my friends and I did our normal routine. One of us asked to go to the lab and that person would get a not from the teacher in the lab so we could all go to the “lab” to work on homework. So after we got our note we were supposed to check in with the lab teacher and then we could leave. This time I just left and did not go check I with the teacher I just left. Well then a letter came for me in my classroom and the substitute teacher told the TA that I was in the lab. Then the TA went to look for me in the lab and I was not there. Then the teacher in the lab called me and said I needed to come back to the school because I was going to be I trouble. So I left the gym and headed back to the school. When I got to the school the principle told me she had to give me in-house. I had never been in trouble in the years of my school and my last year, last semester I received in-house. The rules in in house at Claremore High School are no phones, no talking, no walking around, and no looking around. These rules took away a few different parts of my freedom. It took away my freedom to speak, my freedom of privacy, my freedom to walk, and my freedom to look around. This constraint was imposed on me by a man sitting next to me for eight hours total, he

I’m not quite sure when it started. My best guess would be freshman year of high school. I was transitioning into a new school which initially hadn’t bothered me. The problem was that I was split up from a lot of the friends I had before. Some were in different high schools and others were just in different classes leaving me by myself as they made new friends. Adding to this was the fact that I was in an honors program I struggled to keep up with. The work suddenly didn’t make any sense, I was unprepared for the amount of work required of me and I was alone in a lot of my classes. With all of this happening at once I was faced with an identity crisis. I had always been the smart and responsible kid both in my friend group and in general. If I wasn’t either of those things anymore then who was I?