Smithton and Freeburg grade schools have always been rivals when playing junior high sports. Being a Smithton Cougar, I felt a rush of anxiousness before a game against the Freeburg Hornets no matter what sport: softball, basketball, or volleyball. At the time, basketball was my favorite sport; it was my favorite thing to do. Basketball games against Freeburg were one of the most stressful but exciting games I would play during my junior high career. I remember the nerves that never failed to come when tying my shoes and getting ready to play one of the toughest games of the season. Maybe they intimidated me a little, or the close proximity of our towns brought out those nerves. My heart raced with adrenaline. Part of the anxiousness came from
It was 7:00 in the morning when we arrived at the Johnston City High School. Once everyone arrived at the high school, we got on the bus and headed off to Benton. As we stepped foot on the bus, we all sat there quietly, nervous about the results of this game. This was the game that determined whether or not we went on to state. Coach Simon and Coach Shane gave us one of their what we like to call "before the game warm-up talks". We were all nervous of course, but we were all determined to win this game. We had been looking forwards to winning regionals and going to state the whole season and that day was the day that we gave us the opportunity to go to state. After the thirty minute bus ride, we finally got to Benton and once we got there,
I go to Mobridge-Pollock Middle School. We have a big lunch room with huge long tables going north to south. The tables have black chairs going on both sides. I will explain the west half of the room. You get your food on the east half then you sit down at your your table. The 8th graders eat with the 6th graders that sit on the east side, we sit on the west side and take up three tables. Usalley the boys and girls sit apart at two diffrent tables. So, when you are sitting down and facing west, the bathrooms and the water fountian are on the left side. On the rigth side their is a hallway leaving the room and the ala carte. Strait ahaid their are the gyms doors on both sides. Directly ahaid their is awards cabinate full of sport
Clear Lake High School, I read that from my window car, the dance class is waiting for me. I roll my eyes, yes, it is those days when the only thing that you would lean at the pillow and look at the wall thinking and how your future is going. I heard my mom's music, halleluiah, my mom has goods likes at the music. I stared to mutter the lyrics when it came to my mind. "I find a new reason for me, to changes who I used to be". Finally, the red-light changes to green and my mom left me at the mean door of the place that is close to the martyrdom. I stared to walk across the hallways. Looking at al the trophies that my school has. I had to admit how cool my school is.
Before I came to Baker Middle School, I attended elementary school in Laytonsville. I had a group of friends that consisted of five people, Olivia Fink, Olivia Pallas, Mason LeBlanc, Kody Johnson, and Stefan Jacob. The Olivia’s both attend this school alongside me, but sadly the other three attends a different school. I became friends with those three because we all had common interests in multiple categories such as cartoons and humor. I still keep in touch with them, but I know we aren’t as close as we used to be. With the Olivia’s we all became best friends in the first week of Kindergarten and we still have been by each other’s side since. We became friends because we all sat next to each other on our little chairs, and talked about anything
Our family lived in wheaton I went to highschool there it was called wheaton high school. Although I was really good at football it was not my favorite sport I loved baseball and track I ran the 100 and 220 yard sprints also I ran low and high hurdles,the long jump and not to mention I was a 4 time sprint champion.In football at the highschool I scored 75 touvhdown and kicked 82 extra. I did not want to go to college because they did not offer college scholarships red father said “he was set on my going.” One of my neighbors convinced me to go to the university of Illinois. In my first game playing on the varsity team I scored 3 touchdowns my longest one was 65 yards all the people that watched me play said I had great speed dodging and change
“First in State and District, the Lone Star Academic Challenge Champion is….Richland Elementary School!” Cheers and claps erupt through the crowd and I feel my heart pound. A ringing resounds through my head as everything slows down. I feel my body being dragged up the stairs by my teacher. A gold medal is placed on my head and rests on my shoulder, my hands are shook and I read the words “Congratulations” on the announcer’s lips. Speed returns to normal and it dawns on me: we won. My team won first place. I let out my delayed reaction of jumping up and down, screaming in delight as a smile graces my face. I feel a tap on my shoulder and my head turns so fast, I think I got whiplash. A Texas-shaped trophy is handed to me and my smile grows bigger as I rip the trophy from the announcer’s hands and wave it around, yelling, “We won!” over and over again.
“You sound like a white boy! Why do you talk like that?” said one kid. “You sound like a gay boy! Why do you sound like a girl!” another one said. “Haha, aren’t you gay or something?” mocked another. Those words from my fellow classmates ripped through my ears. The echoes of their unruly and harsh words were always screeched on the playground. I was only in the third grade when I started getting teased and bullied for my voice, my weight, the way I spoke and the things I loved. My greatest challenge I’ve ever had to overcome was accepting myself and learning to love who I am.
“Give me the ball!” a voice threatened, but I continued to dribble the ball. “Hey! Did you hear me? I want the ball!” the voice screamed. As I whirled around to examine what the commotion was, an iron fist smashed into my right eye, leaving me incapacitated. Jonathan Morris gifted me with a black eye.
All of elementary was a blur. Moving every year did not help either. My family and I moved every year because my father could not find a stable job. I do not remember many names but i do remember the names I was called. I was everything but Thania. Weirdo fatty , cookie , and pizza face are some of the names i remember the most. I was too talkative and often annoyed many people , including my teachers. People did not know how to treat such a social child.
Fear. As I walked into the huge, unfamiliar building of Gibson Southern High School on my first day of freshmen year, I shook with terror. New teachers, new people, new classes, and a new environment that I yearned to explore, but anxiety filled my body. I had previously attended Haubstadt Community School, where I finally felt comfortable and now everything seemed frightening and different. Although my body told me not to, I forced myself to push through the day with a positive attitude. After all, this would be my home for the next four years.
My time at Neblett Elementary was brief, but I consider it one of the most memorable of my elementary school days. I attended Neblett as they rebuilt the old Washington Elementary school and built the new Sory Elementary school, where I would transfer the following year. During that year, all the classmates I had grown up with transitioned to the new school with me. I vividly remember walking through the main hallway of a freshly built school on orientation day. I was excited to be the first to utilize its new utilities. The school had new technology, such as the large projector screens every school uses now. It was exhilarating to grow in a new school and be the first to experience it.
While at Cornatzer Elementary, I attended multiple training workshops such as on MTSS and balanced literacy. These three workshops were created by the principal, the assistant principal, the reading specialists, and the guidance counselor. These workshops addressed goals 1 and 3 from the SIP; however, they have not created a workshop for goal 2, math. I know from speaking with the principal that the school has planned to begin workshops on Guided Math later in the year. These workshops have all been created to target goals from the SIP.
Throughout my day at Centennial Elementary School, I was able to observe and “get my feet wet” in two different special education classrooms. I found both of these experiences to be extremely beneficial as I learned about the specific special education programs offered, saw what a normal day looks like, and watched the students and teachers work through the material together.
You never realize how much you can take until you can’t take it anymore. I came to this realization in the 7th grade at Penelope Middle School. Throughout my life, I’ve always been used in a way that seemed like friendship. In middle school, I was never the popular girl, but the popular girls did hang out with me and they made me feel as a part of their group. But all of me knew that they were using me for my knowledge and just school in general; they were bad influences on me. I took it, until one day I realized they were all bullies and I wanted better for myself before I became one too. I went about this in all the wrong ways. I was becoming the one thing I was trying to get away from.
A picture is worth a thousand words; however, I cannot submit a photo in my personal statement. If I could, It would be an image of me, adorned with American flag patterned leggings, a full sized flag, and intricate face paint, standing in front of my school’s sign which proudly reads “Atholton High School” in kelly green lettering. The face paint, which is my favorite aspect of the photo, covers all of my fair complexion with vivid red and white stripes on the right and a deep blue speckled with tiny, white stars on the left. A scintillating smile covers my face, despite the disappointment I felt for not being able to fit exactly 50 stars on upper quarter of my face. This moment was captured three years after I was introduced to what I believe