The year I was born, my parents left the educational woes of Buffalo City Schools and fled to the rolling hills and small town life in our tiny village of East Aurora, New York. The only house I have any recollection of is situated on a few acres of forest with a trickling stream meandering its way around the property. This setting was my first classroom and nature was my first teacher. As far as I can remember I was always enthusiastic about exploring the world outside. Nearly every morning I would walk onto the worn wooden porch down the pebbled driveway and squint into the glimmering sun reflected in the stream below. Ducking under tangled branches of old growth trees and carefully climbing over tiny saplings I would make my way down the steep bank of the stream. There I would find myself searching for more than I knew. The sense of wonder and sheer enjoyment of my daily excursions were punctuated with a deep satisfaction upon every new discovery. This setting is where I learned about the cycle of life as I witnessed tadpoles transform to frogs and hatchlings break free of their shells. Learning was as natural as life itself. It was never a chore, but that …show more content…
I longed for the earthen scent of the woods and the greenery I had grown accustomed to. Still, I tried to participate in the daily routines at school. In spite of the fact that I had always loved learning and I truly wanted to please my teacher, I was in a constant internal struggle. Although I would quietly listen as I was assigned directions, within minutes I would feel lost unable to comprehend what was expected of me. By the end of first grade my teacher had recommended that I be evaluated for a learning disability. Once labeled with central auditory processing disorder, the real torture began. Instead of joining my friends in the great outdoors for recess, I would be forced to go for extra help in Academic Intervention
My eyes repeatedly peered to the stands which had a crowd of at least four hundred students eagerly waiting as we were warming up. Observing the crowd I noticed the left side of the field was full of students in orange Parkview High School shirts while to my right students were in purple Brookwood High School shirts. It was the Lacrosse Region Championships between Parkview, the school I played for, and, Brookwood High School. Both of our schools were ranked top ten for biggest rivalries, we knew it would be a fight to win the most significant game for us.
It was a typical normal day during sophomore year as I and Kevin were normally having a conversation in the hallways of Neuqua Valley High School during a five minute passing period after class. After walking from the d-wing to the b-wing we just happened to look down at the ground and for a moment we were shocked of what we had found and couldn’t believe our eyes there were three one hundred dollar bills just lying there for the taking so I picked it up and looked at it and we took it for our taking because who wouldn’t like to find three hundred dollars I looked at kevin and said “ We need to get to class, but let’s meet up after school and split the money”. I held on to the money for the time being or at least after class. We met after class
Being in my third year of Bronx River high school I’ve had the opportunity to be apart of PGC, Peer Group Connection. Our main goal in the organization is to help new freshmen in our school to feel comfortable and safe to open up about any problems going on in school or at home. Recently in the Bronx, there has been a tragic stabbing at a local high school called “Urban Assembly School for Wildlife Conservation”. As a result “Matthew McCree and 16 year old Ariane Laboy were stabbed allegedly at the hands of 18-year-old classmate Abel Cedeno”. Myself and other PGC member facilitated group circle within 45 minutes discussing incidents of violence, both locally and across the country while asking essential questions on how we as students can help
As a child matures, the word “lesson” can hold two different connotations. One meaning denotes a traditional portion of a school day dedicated to a specific subject, such as a biology lesson. This lesson is based on facts that are generally gleaned from a textbook or transmitted by a teacher who has been certified in some way. Another type of lesson is that which helps the recipient either live a life of fuller satisfaction or gain some practical knowledge that can help others, either physically or emotionally. This type of lesson can be passed along by anyone, regardless of age or training. However, quite often, one associates this type of knowledge with those who have lived long enough to absorb such “life lessons.” The novel, Oral History by Lee Smith and the poem, “Fishing Among the Learned” by Nikky Finney take two distinct and separate forms, but each work is separated into individual sections and focuses on an elderly female character who fulfills the role of an all-knowing sage, relying on nature and rituals to teach younger generations the importance of a type of knowledge that cannot be learned in an academic setting.
“Fight, fight, fight,” was the chant that so often filled the halls of West Monroe High School. The teachers heard it every time but always hid in the teacher's lounge for fear of being attacked. This was the legacy of WMH, fights, student riots, and terrified teachers.
It just made things easier for the bullies and things worse for me. Louis and I remained in Wildcats East. I was afraid and sometimes I never wanted to go back. I thought the bullying would have stopped. Now that I am not in school anymore, I feel safer, not threatened or bullied by anyone much anymore. Pretty sad I tell you how school life had to turn out the way it did.
Little Falls Community Schools have taught me so much knowledge in my thirteen years. I thought I knew a lot of information when I entered the high school, but I guess I was wrong. These past four years I have learned so much material from my teachers. Four years ago, I thought economics only dealt with money and that calculus would be really hard. Turns out, economics is not just about money but also about externalities and market structures; however, calculus is still hard. I have absorbed many different kinds of knowledge in my four years at Little Falls Community High School.
Throughout my time at Western Guilford High School, I have spent a large amount of time working hard to achieve the best grades that I possibly could, and I believe my hard work in school has paid off from being accepting into the North Carolina State University College of Engineering. However I was taught at a young age that grades alone do not tell much about my character, so I began regularly volunteering and improving my leadership skills. For the past three summers, I have dedicated atleast three weeks of each summer to building my character at the summer camps of Peeler and Leonard Recreation Centers, as part of the city of Greensboro's Counselor in Training Program. My responsibilities were to lead certain camp activities, to ensure
Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will
Beginning my elementary school career, I attended Indianapolis Public Schools. When I entered school, Kindergarten was only half days, and we were working on materials such as, learning our alphabet and counting to 100. The workload was a far cry from the addition, subtraction, early reading skills, and science that my daughter is learning in kindergarten this year. Following the first grade I left the Indianapolis Public School System and entered into a new school system. Embarking on second grade we started working on the skills that would help us read proficiently. I was absolutely struggling, but I was also so distrustful that I didn’t dare to say anything to my teacher. Thankfully, even without me saying anything to her, my teacher noticed
My school fully expects the best out of our students and uses every opportunity to help us reach our full potential. Teachers at Frank McCourt High School are willing to go out of their way to assist students in achieving goals both inside and outside of classes. Our teachers believe in both academic and personal achievement. Whether its helping us get an internship, starting a club, or boosting our grade in a class, FMHS teachers take time out of their day to benefit the students. In our advisories, we have time dedicated to college applications and prep. We have workshops where we work on writing college essays, practicing for interviews, and financial aid, all in the presence of our college counselor. Our academic classes prepare us for
I cant remember if I was in frist or second grade when my Aunt came to live with us.
From the moment I began attending Wyandotte High School I gave my all in every activity that I got involved in. I threw myself into every project placed upon me, and anything I was tasked with. I came from an isolated home-schooled environment, and it was not until August of 2012 that I joined any public schooling system. The change was sudden as well as very different from what I was used.
During my last two years here at Lynch Public School I have had a busy and interesting time. The one extracurricular activity that I was included in was the dance team. I was apart of the fall and spring dance team last year and this year I was apart of the fall team. During the week I work at a local restaurant in Bristow Nebraska. I start work at 6 and work till 9 and every Friday I start at 5 and work till 9:30. Community service activities consist of me helping my grandma at are local church. She is involved in the cleaning of the church and making sure all the linens are cleaned. Whenever there is a funeral held in town I help with the making of the sandwiches that are provided from the Catholic Church women. Every year the post prom parents
Although I would not have considered myself a leader when I entered Arlington High School, I can safely say that the past four years have changed me into quite the opposite. As I gained confidence in my abilities to lead and make a difference throughout high school, I began to take more initiative of my impact on the community by running for leadership positions and tutoring.