My Sophomore Year High School

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.

Junior year was full of many new experiences. We were now classified as upper classmen! Just like any of the other years in high school this year had just as many ups and downs. One of the main stresses in eleventh grade was the SAT. For sure one of the scariest things that I have ever had to do. All of the preparation going into it and the amount of studying made me feel as if I wasn’t going to have a brain by the time the testing was over. I took college and career readiness, which really helped prepare me for what was to come. By this time in high school I had already had my job for a little over a month, so I already knew what to expect once school started. I am thankful enough that at my job you get to leave at seven because I hear many

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.

Your freshman year will be exciting, but it can also be intimidating. It is the start of four long years of high school, some of the most important years of your life. There are a lot of important things to do your freshman year, many of which I didn't start until much later. So here is some advice that will help you survive your freshman year, and prepare you for the rest of high school.

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.

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.

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.

The people, our surroundings, and our memories are what make the years of high school go by at the blink of an eye. Freshmen year, scared of all teachers, classes, and new people. Sophomore year is a breeze because you finally understand the bell schedules, and you’re aware of the teacher’s expectations. Junior year, the stress hits you all at once. You’ve got the ACT, EOCs, and many other tests that are a major part of your future education.

Starting high school fills freshmen with a glorious sense of optimism, at least until they proceed past the first two weeks of school. Then they can just watch, as all of their hopes glide out of the window with a wave and an “adios”. Freshman year is predominantly known as the worst year of every student’s high school career. You must adjust to high school, which includes harder classes with more advanced curriculum, and learning your way around the school, as well as learning any new rules that your school may have. However, there are techniques that you can learn to make your freshman year much more straightforward. In order for you, as a freshman, to become a better student, you must wear your I.D. in school, never be afraid to ask questions, and take notes on all materials,

A former classmate of mine that graduated and moved on to college told me that senior year is the easiest year of high school. I disagree. So far, senior year has been the most challenging year by far. It is easy for me to say that senior year has started slightly different than originally anticipated. However, it is gearing me towards a second semester I will never forget. Motivation and grades contribute to the ways in which my final year of high school has differed from my original visions, while how fast the year is going does not surprise me in the slightest.

I have been anticipating my senior year since the day I walked into my Kindergarten classroom. I always adored the older kids that only had one year of torture left. However; now that I am a senior, I absolutely cannot wait for the amazing opportunities that will come with this year. As my highschool career comes to an end, I have set some goals to ensure that I will have the best year possible.

This school year my 8th grade class has five SOLs. One challenge facing students today is SOLs. Students can overcome this challenge by paying attention in class, doing their homework, and staying out of trouble. Listing in class is very important if you want to pass the SOLs. You need to know what is going on in the class so you don't get behind on class work. If you are constantly talking in class you may be interrupting others from learning what they need learn.

As the spring semester of my senior year of high school began, I still wasn 't sure what I wanted to study when I began college in the fall. I always had been a good problem-solver, and I was fairly certain I wanted to study engineering, but I didn 't know which discipline interested me the most. As my high school graduation date loomed closer, I began to get anxious about not having chosen a major. My parents, both having worked in the oil and gas industry in parts of their careers, encouraged me to give petroleum engineering a shot, so I did. That summer, I attended the LSU geology field camp for freshmen in Colorado Springs, Colo., for six weeks. During that time, I took basic geology courses and learned to appreciate the effect lithology has on oil and gas. I am thankful to have attended this camp, because when August rolled around, I was confident in my choice of majors.

It 's the end of 2002 and my high school is finally out for winter break, but I don 't want to go home. My parents ' divorce has become a long drawn out affair. Mom wants the house, Dad doesn 't want to stay on any of the credit cards. They try to play nice in front of us kids but I 'm 14 years old, I know what 's going on. Everyday we watch quietly as our parents slink around the house like strange cats, scowling and grimacing when one thinks the other might be looking. The silence between them muffles everything like a heavy blanket. Even the cars driving by outside seem to pass more quietly, as though afraid to draw attention to themselves. Every minute drags by, it

Freshman year of high school was one of my most complicated years of high school. It was my first year in completely new school with all new people. When the first day came around i was excited but also very nervous. I wasn’t expecting to struggle as much as i did throughout the year. Pre-ap Algebra was going to be the death of me, math was my weakest subject but i still wanted to believe in myself. Although things aren't turning out well for me i started to see myself failing which had never happened before. All throughout elementary and middle school i had nothing but A’s & B’s so failing was never something i was use to. I started to realize that i wasn't able to learn the way my teacher would teach but i didn't want to put the blame on