My Senior Year In High School

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.

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

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.

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.

When I look back on my senior year, I have realized that I have been many places. This year has brought me hard times, new friendships and great opportunities.

Senior year has been bittersweet. On one hand I’m glad I’ll be done with high school. On the other hand though, I’m not quite ready for adult life. Senior year has probably been the best of my four years in high school. I liked getting more involved in school this year. I joined more clubs, and have joined big show. Before I never used to do so much in school. I don’t know what changed this year, but I have had a lot of fun with the different clubs and activities this year.

It is finally senior year, the year we have all been waiting for. The leaders throughout the school that everyone looks up to. What more could you want? After being in high school for the past three years there has been many similarities, until now. A whole new year filled with different privileges to look forward to. Let us take a trip through high school.

My junior year, especially the summer following, became a pivotal period in my life. I obtained many new responsibilities and participated in many different experiences that shaped me closer to the person I seek to become as an adult. I had recently earned my driver’s license, which required months of hard work and commitment. I then began my first job, working the front desk providing customer service at my community pool and additionally took on a leadership role by volunteering in my local community. These responsibilities helped me to develop new life skills.

While senior year seems to be what every high schooler is daydreaming about, walking into high school on the first day of freshman year is nerve racking. It is almost impractical not to feel overwhelmed. It seemed unimaginable that, throughout the next four years, every day will be spent eating lunch, and walking the halls with the people I was surrounded by. Just like winning an Oscar, becoming a senior in high school tends to be just as celebrated. Although they bear some similarities, the differences between the expectations and realities of senior year are clear.

Walking into school on the first day of senior year is bitter-sweet, its academically easier, but even when not in school it’s still difficult, having college applications to turn in, jobs, and waiting for graduation. So far, senior year has been fun and eventful, right after junior year ended summer kicked off with the senior bonfire. Senior sunrise was fun, even though the sun didn’t rise and it was freezing, but it was fun because of the people I was with. Balancing academics, school functions, and work is hard, but in the end it’s all worth it because of the memories that are made during this time that’ll make it all worthwhile. There are more activities to come for senior year that involve everyone and graduation is coming up in less than a

As freshman in college senior year is a rather recent experience we all share. Our senior year was spent cherishing many “last” moments. Some of us played our last sport seasons with people we may have spent our entire high school career playing with. While others acted in their last plays, or put together their final yearbooks. The planning for senior prom and graduation begin. The final memories you

I’m a sophomore in college, I attend Syracuse University, and this year was the year I became very busy and involved on campus. My first year at Syracuse University was eventful, however now as I right this essay, I can only foresee that there’s going to much more ahead of me as I continue my education and reach for my goals. I consider myself a dreamer, and an ambitious one at that. When I set my mind to something there’s no doubt that it’ll get done or happen. While last year I was on the deans list twice – and plan to be on it again this year, wrote a major article for a campus magazine, and volunteered for a mentor organization, I felt like there was a lot more I could and should be doing.

Sophomore year in high school had greater demand on my time and made me realize about my future more than my freshman year. Time management has been a theme I was constantly reminded with academic and extracurricular activities. Furthermore, the realization of entering college and pursuing a career is closer than before. These two factors have transformed my outlook of my junior year.

Senior year can be a moment of truth for college students. It is the time where we make life-changing decisions about our future, and while many of my friends have chosen to take a year off to “figure it out,” I have always been certain of the path I would like to take. When asked what they would like to do with their lives, many of my fellow peers cringe with the thought of such responsibility; however, when asked what I want to do with my life, the answer seems rather simple. As cliché as it may sound, I have only ever wanted to make a difference.