As my high school years were coming to an end, all anyone could talk about was college. Where they were going, what state they would be a resident in, and what they would major in, what campus they would be visiting that weekend. I, however, thought I had it all under control. I thought that when my Senior year came by it would all fall in to place. That's crazy, right? The shows that I grew up watching did not have to deal with this. That is when expectation went out the window and reality kicked me in the butt. I had five months left to start applying to colleges and looking in to different campuses that offered my dental hygiene program. Lucky for me, my community college had a two year program.
In the past year, a lot has changed for me. I lost a grandfather to cancer, then a month later an uncle to a gruesome semi accident. My grandmother on the other side of the family barely remembers me due to alzheimer's, and my mom lost her job but is now working over 1300 miles away in Florida. If someone would have asked me at the start of my Junior year what I expected to happen, I wouldn’t have listed any of those. As anticipated, it was not easy dealing with a downfall of events like that, but the way I was raised helped me cope with it all. I started out at a small private school, where Religion was just as important as Math and English. How we were to act was drilled into us, and after I switched to public school, there was a noticeable
Ever since I was a kid I have always thought about what college I was eventually going to go to. I made the decision in high school that I wanted to be a special education teacher, so I thought about some schools that had that teaching program. My number one school I wanted to attend that had the best teaching program was East Carolina University. Having ECU as my number one choice lead me to apply there. Weeks after I applied I got a letter telling me some sad news that I was not accepted. Since I applied to ECU and did not get in, I was now thinking about applying to other schools like Methodist University or maybe a community college.
It was early July in Southern California: the sun was high, the air was warm, and the palm trees were swaying. Unfortunately, the bright sun could not light the darkness of the pit I had been slowly falling into during my tumultuous school year at my new charter school. On that day, when the other girls were tanning beachside, I was sitting deskside. I was trapped in a tiny, moldy, yellow-carpeted education office at the school I had transferred to the year prior. Like my fading hope, the dusty chandelier was barely hanging on from the ceiling. The room’s peculiarity added to my anxiety, as I felt failure lingering in the musty air. Though I had been sheltered by my parents’ optimism, I knew what I would soon hear: “I am so sorry sweetheart,
Ever since i’d moved to John McCrae Senior Public School in grade 5 it had been my dream to compete in the 100 meter sprint at Birchmount Stadium. So when the opportunity to qualify to go to Birchmount was approaching I didn’t leave it up to fate. I trained for a week to make sure that I was ready for the tryout.
To know how much I have changed over the years, you should know how I was before I went to public school. I was a sheltered homeschooler, and I had very bad social skills. My parents knew this and that is part of the reason I’m at Remington. The other part is because math sucks. So let me start from the beginning of the story.
Now let’s quickly close this protracted (slide rule scaled) essay by skipping over the gaping and barren caldera that is my Public School education, where I studiously avoided the pre-med Math and Science track - since I don’t plan on becoming a doctor or a mathematician, in favor of Castle’s (almost but not quite) nationally recognized Media Arts Program - since I do plan on pursuing the Arts, diving deep into the (Liberal) Arts and Languages - Pidgin, Spanish, French, English & Writing classes, to emulate the trail-blazing trajectory of my older (and similarly math-phobic) sister Maria, so like her I too might procure a Kenyon Film degree and secure my fame and fortune and everything that goes with it - I thank you all (and one day The Academy)
Holy Cross Catholic School provided me with a small and very safe feeling experience all throughout elementary school. As a result, the transition into a public middle school became a very scary thought. I would have to deal with a much larger class, lockers with combinations, more than just two small hallways, and actually switching classrooms every hour.
I believe I could really be a good asset to your school. I can really be a good student if I really tried. Since my career really depends on college, I will try my absolute best to be the best I really can be. Getting into to College is a really big dream, and if I don’t do well in college, there goes my career choice. So choosing, me is a good idea.
Changing from a private middle school to a public high school was definitely a huge adjustment for me. Starting in high school was already a big enough adjustment, but switching to public school meant more obstacles for me, such as meeting new people, different types of rules and a new class schedule. The biggest obstacle for me was to understand all the different options for each class. In private school, the teachers never explained to me what AP and honor classes were or how it could help improve my transcript for applying to college. It was not until the end of sophomore year where I completely understood that AP classes were for college credit, but by then it was too late for me. I had already taken multiple classes that I could have possibly
It’s been about three months since we’ve moved to Phoenix after the situation with Billy Deel. Grandma Smith died but Mom didn’t tell us anything about it and we’re living in one of her old houses now. The house is huge with fourteen rooms, Brian and I counted them as soon as we got there. We even have a backyard with orange and palm trees! Our neighbors are mainly Mexican and Native American people living in houses turned into apartments.
Being homeschooled until I entered the fifth grade, I probably wouldn’t keep the friends or the attitude I retain to this day. One quality you definitely would see if I didn’t transfer into public school is how shy I was. I wouldn’t have seen people the way I did, or acted around others the way I had. Had it not been for the journey of going from kindergarten to being homeschooled and finally to being in public school in the fifth grade, I would be someone completely different. I mean, my first day of school in kindergarten I stabbed another kid with a pencil for taking my lego block. But fifth grade became a whirlwind of new things, I didn’t even know about cliques at the time. When I got into public school is when I met Just-Ice (Justice) who has had that nickname since fifth grade. He and Leon were my only two friends back then. Leon and I underwent a falling out though and we stopped talking as much. But when sixth grade came around, I began to get to know Jesse and a good portion of my good friends today. Swapping school types again later on in life
In the beginning I was unsure of what I wanted to do. I thought I wanted to go into publishing, but I then changed my mind. All I knew is that I wanted to be surrounded by books all day long. When I was younger I spent most of my time in the library. Even in elementary school we had a library class. After interviewing Krista Bowers-Sharpe, I felt like I got a good insight of what life might actually be like for me after I graduate college next year. When she talked about what graduate school was like for her, I felt like I got the most insight in that. I feel better about applying to grad school now. I was worried at first and I was unsure if I wanted to go. After talking about the types of classes that she took and her experiences, I feel
I have a few special circumstances that, I feel, are relevant to my admissions process. There are two main factors that prevented me from being successful during the fall and winter terms of the 2014-2015 academic year. The start of my academic decline began with my fiancé ending our engagement in September of 2014. The break-up was particularly hard for me because I was forced to relocate my residence and adjust to the new situation. Then, I suffered a subluxation of my left patella in February. This resulted in ligaments in my knee tearing and microfractures on the distal end of my femur. Overall, it impacted my grades. The financial burden associated with my injury, my ability to get around campus on crutches and the time I had to invest into healing was challenging for me mentally
I attended a high school that struggled with student funds and resources Ironically that school was looked upon as one of the better schools in the district the school didn’t have updated textbooks a football team or any student tutoring more importantly the schools limited finances led to hiring teachers who had not earned their teaching certification one particular teacher a retired Wall Street banker candidly expressed to students that he had yet to receive a teaching certification and often poked fun at the fact that the district would even allow him to teach according to the New Jersey Department of Education an instructional teaching certificate is necessary to teach in an elementary or secondary school (NJ Dept. of Education) moreover