My Year Of Being A High School Student

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

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.

There’s four main seasons that occur throughout the year. I’ve always loved the saying “like the seasons we change.” When I hear this saying I like to think of a tree; how it can go from being a little sprout, to small tree with only branches, to being so full of life with colors and leaves everywhere. This tree withstands the scorching hot summers, the brutal cold winters and all of what is in between. This tree stands strong and continues to grow and mature through it all. I would compare myself to this tree as I have grown, and matured as well. Throughout my four years of high school I’ve changed just like the seasons.

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.

I am currently a graduating senior of Medgar Evers College Preparatory School with many credits but not necessarily the highest grades, and although I know I have the ability to be a greater student I often let my adversities get the best of me. Regardless of that I am a strong, kind hearted, dedicated, hardworking, well rounded and committed young women and student.

Throughout my four years of high school, I have proven to my educators and peers that I am an academically-excellent, incredibly involved, and vivacious student. These qualities ensure that I have an exceptionally bright future ahead.

The 1979-80 school year was my sophomore year; the 1980-81 school year was my junior year. For both of these school years the Mid-Valley Junior High School and Mid-Valley Senior High School continued to operate in a campus environment in Olyphant.

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.

The years of my grade school education brings out the worst years of my learning experience. My schooling was full of teachers who doubted the students daily, administrators who thought they were better, and students who thought education ended with an high school diploma. In John Taylor Gatto’s “The Seven Lesson Schoolteacher” Gatto analyzes the school system that I have seen before my very eyes; a school system that without saying so, systemically sets children up to live under the law of the government. A system that trains children to obey and stay in the box that the system places them in.

Freshman year of high school was the worst year of my life. It was during this time that I had an exceptionally abusive friend, and she took every opportunity she got to tear away at my self esteem. She picked away at every aspect of my personality, while simultaneously shaping my behavior to her liking. Our relationship was not based on love and mutual support; rather, it was established through manipulation and codependence. She made me believe I was stupid, worthless, and nothing without her in my life. Of course, none of this was true, and the degradation of my individuality by another was abhorrent; however, the experiences I had with this supposed friend forever changed the course of my development as a person.

In the previous paper that I handed in I stated that children have the biggest aspirations because they want to become fashion designers, pop stars, and astronauts. I was one of those children, always changing my future profession to the next big thing. I wanted to be a fashion designer, a chef, a doctor, a teacher, an artist, etc. Then for a while I decided I 'd be some world renowned author. I was determined and persistent and I wouldn’t let anyone tell me otherwise. I wrote and rewrote stories, rather fragments of stories. But then people started to tell me that there was no money in majoring in English, that being an author wasn 't a career. One man even went as far as to say that fictional works come from the devil. Waking up from that dream, I realized I had no plans for reality. Senior year of high school I took a course titled, "Law and society". I was amazed at how much I liked and was good in the class. So I decided that my new career oriented aspiration would be corporate law.

This year in P.E we had a new teacher named Tyler Ray. I came into school thinking oh this teacher is going to be terrible, because I loved my old P.E teacher Miss. D, but it turned out to be my favorite year for P.E. I can safely say that I grew in my faith and my physical strength because of Mr. Ray. 8th grade was by far my favorite year of my time at GHCS, just because of my class being so fun and everyone being close which made the year awesome.

My Freshman year of high school is nearing an end and I mostly stayed out of trouble, which was a great feat at the time. Until My buddy Sam and I decided to make some money off of our “hobby”. Since we were tired of running out of weed to smoke, we decided to have a bake sale. We googled how to do it and fired up the oven and ground up the weed. After about 30 minutes of baking and assembling crackers we had made three firecrackers, or peanut butter crackers with specially prepared weed in them. We both decided to do some quality control on the product and split one of the crackers and ate it. We smoked like normal and were satisfied with what we made. We discussed the plans and decided our goal was to sell both of the firecrackers tomorrow to make 20$ and get 2 grams to continue the cycle and once we are making a good amount investing in a toaster oven to be more discreet. The next day, being the smart human beings we were we smoked a bowl out of an apple at the bus stop before getting on the bus. When school started we went to gym changed, and started to sell the firecrackers. We told everyone we knew that smokes they were for sale and that they’re 10$ apiece. No buyers. 2nd and 3rd hour roll by then Sam and I went to lunch. I walked over to a table of people I knew and asked, “Does anybody want to buy some firecrackers?” One of them asked, “How much do they cost?” and I responded with “They are 10$” Joe and his friend Carl split the cost and bought one, “One down and one

It was my sophomore year, and I was once again the new girl in school, the one who was taken advantage of. It had been one of the craziest school year of my life. Now as I sit back and think on it I am grateful that it happened. My eyes were opened, I experienced new feelings, and changed in big way in such a relatively short matter of time. This all came from what I thought was love. It was exactly 1:00 pm on a Tuesday, when I broke down in tears in the hallway of my high school, nobody blinked twice about it. I had never felt a pain in my heart this great before at this point in my life. It was like my heart was made out of glass, and it became broken, shattering into millions of pieces. This wasn’t a mental type of pain. I felt each shattering piece of glass fall in my chest, it was momentarily paralyzing.