Personal Narrative: Take Away Money From Our School

This week seems to have gone by fast, which is a fairly good thing. Due to the fact that I hate school and about 60% of the people at school. Maybe I’m just a hateful person, but it seems like so many people be getting on my nerves and trying to insult my intelligence. I just don’t understand, what people understand from lying because they not getting anywhere. People at this school be lying to be about everything and it’s like they must think I’m Boo Boo the Fool with all these constant lies. I sometimes want to confront so many people, but I’m a new person, I just let things slide now. I focus more on myself and my grades because at the end of the day ain’t none of them irreverent kids gone get me to 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,

When I started Unity High School I felt a little nervous because I didn't knew nobody in the school. In the begging of the first class I was quit and I didn´t talk to noone. I also didn't knew nobody in the class so I could tell them if they could help me on the problem that I need help. I was shy to talk to the teachers and and answer question or ask them for help when I needed help. During lunch time I just knew one person that came from my middle school. So I just hand out with him most the time. But, then weeks and months past I began to have more friends and I was not shy or nervous to ask for help in class. I wanted to join the soccer team of the school but I was to nervous to do it. But, now I know that I´m going to join the soccer team

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.

Reggie is a not-for-profit school located in a suburb just outside Chicago called Evanston. Evanston is the home community for Northwestern University. So much of the town is considered college town however the remainder of the town is diverse in cultures and socio-economics. As you walked down the streets of Evanston many different colors of people walk along with you. Evanston shares a strong interest in the Arts. You may find small art galleries with local artist’s work being displayed for sale. You will also find many small shops with very unique and one of a kind merchandise being sold.

The general culture of this company is very, very lax. At least, that’s what I got. I’m sure higher up is more professional. They attire that Anna wore made me feel like I could wear anything and get away with it. I started out very professional and turned into just look nice (ish). Its collaborative within departments, but there some communication problems. Apparently someone took Kailin and Anna’s ideas a couple of times. I’m not sure about that but I smile and nod. Really that’s how I get by smile and nod.

When my mom told me that a letter had to be written for me to be able to attend the LIFE Charter school in North Shore, I said I wanted to help. I feel that by me explaining, you may be able to understand better why I chose to switch. It may seem unusual that I chose to switch schools for my last year when I have been going to Richmond since I was four. Trust me, I understand this. I’ve been told enough times. There are a couple of main reasons as to why I wanted to switch from Richmond, to LIFE. When I have told them to you, maybe you will get a better idea of why this switch was something that I wanted to make happen.

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)

While, my family is fully able to pay for my college, I also have two sisters whose college tuition will need to be paid for in the next several years and I prefer smaller institutions, which tend to be more expensive. I believe I will be provided with a more in-depth and personally tailored education at a smaller university. My family and I have also come a long way in the past 17 years. My mother married into an abusive relationship when she became pregnant with my older sister then divorced in 2005; unknowing leaving my sisters and I to deal with parental abuse. During her time away from us, she accepted herself and her sexual orientation despite social constructs in our home state of Alabama. Through many custody battles, which lasted

“I'm going to pay for your school” is the phrase that changed my entire outlook on life. I will be honest, I am a cynical person. It was safe to say that I assumed the universe hated me. I was stuck in a dead-end job working minimum wage with no place to go and no one to help me out of the ditch I was in until that day.

“Be who God made you to be and you will set the world on fire.” These words ring in my head as I sit here and think about my education in my last year here at Saint John Neumann Catholic School. The last three years have been some of the most fun years in my life, and if I had the option I would do it all over again. As I sit back and reflect about what Saint John Neumann has been to me the past couple of years, I think about the following subjects:

There are many things we need to improve at Floyd County High School. But sports are very important. We think that if we had more money for after school sports that would be a big improvement. We need money for safety in most sports, uniforms for all sports, and money for sport dues. With extra money we really can improve sports.

If you have to start a fresh start it’s good because you get to start everything all over again like if you go to another school.You will be all lonely and you don’t know what to do.Like your the new kid and no one knows you and got no friends.

I developed a relationship with my professors by making appointments when I need help or sending emails. Just like your daughter spoke with the TA’s I do went to my TA’s for assistance but it was never very often. I would rather interact with the professor instead of the TA. As for the staff, I worked in the financial aid office at my institution which made it super easy to understand my financial aid. The admissions office is also in the same building so whenever I had a question I would just walk-in and ask. I never had a problem seeing my academic advisor, because I always made a point of actually communicating with him or her. The reason I had no issues attending a large institution and developed a good relationship with my professors

I have been home schooled for most of my life up in till I went to 2nd grade, so as far as me having issues with the school system was not a big problem for my mother and grandmother. The majority of schools in Philadelphia that were in my school district were occupied with rowdy children. Me and my siblings were home school for that reason. The Catholic schools that my mother would have like to have sent her children to were out of her price range. Me and my siblings stayed home schooled until they could find a good school for us to attend. However, my family moved to Tucson, AZ and that is when I went to school for the first time. Now living in a different state, my mother and grandmother found relief from being able to send us to a better