Personal Narrative: My Failure In The National Honor Society

When I was younger I failed myself and my family when I got held back a grade because I was not showing any progress in any of my subjects. I lost all of my friends, they began to talk bad about me because they thought I was not as Intelligent as they were. This effected me emotionally, I begged my parents not to hold me back a grade and to let me stay with my friends but my parents being tough said no, because school isn't about being close with friends, its about learning and making something of yourself. I learned a very important lesson the day I got held back a grade and that is to never give up and to strive to be the best in anything I do. I also learned that friends come and go, and that I can make more friends. I started studying every

For as long as I can remember, I feel as though I have been raised in a military environment. At a very young age my parents taught me to value discipline, manners, and to show and treat people with respect. In addition to these ‘staples’ of my upbringing, excelling in academics and on the athletic fields was where I further grew as a leader and learned to work with others to further distinguish myself from my peers. I knew based on my priorities and values that I was different from others by not only the way I carried myself but how I spoke to my peers and elders and the respect that I commanded. Perhaps those values were aided by both my grandfather’s serving in the military and my uncle attending West Point, a graduate of the class of

I felt that I was qualified to be in the National Honor Society, and upon being rejected, I was hit with a wave of disappointment until I realized that I could use this failure to further motivate me. I had always been a determined person, but getting the letter that said I had not been chosen showed me that I had lost sight of my biggest goal—to be the best that I could be. Although I had done some notable things during my high school career, I had only taken opportunities that had been presented to me; I failed to go beyond and seek out opportunities for myself. Therefore, after being rejected I sought out and seized every possible opportunity I could. I signed up for classes at a local college (Hawaii Pacific University) through a non-degree seeking program that my school offers, registered for three Advanced Placement classes, got two summer jobs, and constantly searched for volunteer opportunities to fill up my free

I believe I qualify for membership in the National Honor Society for the reason that I love helping out with school activities and non-school activities. I find pleasure in helping out in my community and being an exceptional example for kids that may look up to me or are younger than me.

The life experience that made me diverse was the moment I stepped foot on U.S. land at age three and became undocumented. Being undocumented became my identity. Fear of being deported grew with me, hiding me in the shadows. I never saw past high school, so I started to take advantage of my supposed last years of learning by maintaining the highest grades I could earn. In return, I have been able to join the National Honor Society, enabling me the opportunity to graduate high school with honors. Seeing my journey going from thinking I was not able to attend college because of my status to being able to graduate with honors has taught I am deserving of a higher education. Being undocumented has not restrained me from pursuing my education,

Since I was a young boy, I have always been a leader in my community. My mom worked as a teacher, so when school let out, I normally would have to come to Person and wait for my mom to take me home. While waiting for her, I would roam around the school and help out however I was needed (although since I was so young, I could not really do much). Over the years, my sense of helpfulness continued to grow, and it began to show. However, I believe I hit my first (of many) high points during Teachers would ask me if I could help them out in an assortment of different events, ranging from helping to set up band concerts, or helping man a station during the Fall Festival. Also, I joined the National Junior Honor Society in my 6th grade year, and

I am a member of National Honor Society. We volunteer and help people in anyway we can. So far I have about 20 hrs of community service. I helped my teacher moved everything in his class during the summer. I helped an old woman raked leaves in her backyard. I volunteered to assist my high school's registration. I lend a hand to elementary school children and basically played and watched them. I assisted a youth wrestling tournament. There are many more services in which I hoped to help out.

I am a student in my second semester at Eastfield college. I plan to get my associate’s degree of arts and then transfer to the University of Texas at Dallas’ Arts, Technology, and Emerging Communications program. As such, I would like to take all the experience I gain from Eastfield and use it wherever I may go in the future. I would like to receive the scholarship to help me join Phi Theta Kappa and maintain my commitment with the organization.

Although I have been faced with a number of obstacles that have changed me as a person

Every day I wake up and drive through the beautiful town that I live in and I realize how much my community has helped me grow. I joined National Honor Society because I wanted to give back to my community and I wanted to prove how thankful I truly am. When I started my junior year of high school, there was a shooting at a local community college and my neighbor, friend, and teammate, was tragically killed in the shooting. The day after the shooting I promptly decided to donate blood to help the survivors, and ever since then I have been a part of every American Red Cross Blood Drive that South Umpqua has hosted. The shooting affected me so much, and it still does, and I realized that is when I wanted to help those in need; I wanted to donate

I believe that I would make an exceptional member of National Honors Society due to my active commitment to improving my community through my leadership, service, and hardworking attitude. Throughout my high school career I have swam for both the Countryside YMCA torpedoes and the Ursuline high school team, participated in numerous community service projects, and taken up any leadership opportunities available to me.

Throughout my four years here at Virginia High School, I have multiple positive contributions. One of the bigger contributions that I have made was being a leader through National Honor Society. This has given me the opportunity to set up the blood drives that happens every couple of months. It has also allowed me to participate at the food pantry. All of these activities have made me the person I am today and also allowed me to help the school look better in the community.

A rain forest possesses a great deal of knowledge, awaiting someone hungry enough to act upon their desire to feast. A university acts much in this way, creating a diverse haven to learn and develop. However, there are many niches within a rain forest; many areas in which one can develop their knowledge of a particular subject matter. A college acts in this manner, establishing an environment in which one can refine their passions. Also within the rain forest exist areas in which distinct species can communicate, socialize, and live in harmony. In this way, an honors college supports student growth by showing students how knowledge in the field is discovered, developed, evaluated, compared, and applied. A course within my ideal honors college will celebrate the diversity of the students who participate in the class, support the interests of each student, and challenge the limits of the traditional classroom.

My sophomore year in yearbook as far as a job in yearbook I was working with Andrew Izzo as the Index Editor, Which mean we go through all of the "finished" yearbook pages and we check the name spelling and we "log" what page each person is on. But away from Index Editor I did a lot of other stuff also. I worked with the cameras alot so I would sign people out along with 3 other students, and I designed pages.

Knowing I didn’t study, I held in my breath and closed my eyes as he handed me the three sheets of scribbles and sloppily circled answers. Slowly I opened my eyes and looked down at my grade, and there it was, 49%. My first failing grade. My cheeks turned as red as the sharpie the teacher used to mark my paper. Embarrassment and shame crashed over me. Page flip after page flip, I scanned my mistakes and then immediately shoved the papers into my folder. Other classmates were gawking at their success and I didn’t want them to see my failure. That grade haunted my mind for forever, it seemed.