Personal Reflection On Attending West Orange High School

From the time when I was a little boy, growing up in Graves County, Kentucky, I have had problems with my reading and writing. Things never seemed to click for me, a trait that the teachers attributed to a mild case of dyslexia mixed with a healthy dose of attention deficit disorder. I knew, however, that no disorder was the cause of my distaste of reading and writing. Rather, there was nothing really interesting surrounding me that would grab my interest in the classroom. The teachers I encountered never took any interest in what their students wanted to read or write; they developed assignments based on what the curriculum, a course of study developed by some politicians at the Board of Education, told them to

My mother’s irate words echoed deep in my heart for years as I tried to understand the simple words she would constantly repeat to me, “When will you ever change?” As a child, I was well known for being that foolish kid who would be put in the back of the class with his seat facing the wall. Eyes facing a blank white wall, fingernails tapping the desk, head down, and the smell of exasperation in the air. I was the type of boy who would sprint through the hallways cackling, furthermore resulting in repeatedly get scowled at by teachers for my obscene and inordinate behavior. In hindsight, I realized Freshman year after pulling the fire alarm that my behavior needed to have a parameter and come to a complete termination. Consequently, I spent the entire Summer in my room contemplating my life and my decisions.

Getting the ability to interview one of my past teachers was an awesome experience. I had the luxury of talking to one of my former high school teachers and Student Council advisor Tessa Gargano. We have a great reputation together and basically know each other like the backs of our hands.

From what I have been through, my current high school experience has not been meeting my expectations. After speaking with friends and parents, I believe that Archbishop Mitty High School can provide the experience that I am seeking. One aspect I am looking for is a larger campus, school community and a safer environment. I feel that the size and location of Archbishop Mitty will help enhance my learning experience. Something else I am looking for in my new high school experience is more school spirit and camaraderie. I have attended many sports events at Archbishop Mitty and I have thoroughly enjoyed the enthusiasm and spirit of the environment. One last reason is that I am looking for a school that can provide a larger class selection with

Coming to Citrus Hill High school was a big transition for me within itself. I originally transferred from rancho verde to get away from the trouble and focus more on the things that were important to me, like my school work and baseball. I had heard from the people around that there was a good program there play baseball there. When I came I thought my year would be good new start, new school, new surroundings nothing could go wrong.. Shouldn’t have said that. When i got there my anger issues have gotten in the way and has held me back from achieving many of the goals i set for myself before the school year began. For example, starting off good in all my classes keeping my grades up and making the baseball team. I’ve had previous conversations

Kyndall Fritz~ I am a member of the girls’ varsity tennis team. I am a year round competitive swimmer and I plan on swimming for Wheatmore this winter. In my spare time I like to hang out with my friends and go to the beach. I am an active member in my church youth group. My friends would describe me as a funny, friendly, and kind hearted person.

“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.

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

Everyone has to face a hard decision in their lifetime. Some are just a yes or no decision some are life changing decisions. One of my hardest decision in life was to either go to Westlake High School or Saint Ignatius.

Our teacher then gave us a reading schedule for the month, when to read about 15 pages on a given day. We would also have one five-question quiz per week on a day following a reading homework day to keep us in check. Normally I’d be nervous for these sort of quizzes, but after my failure on the first test I was motivated to redeem myself. I saw these assessments as practice for the eventual test, a sparring for the big fight. I had to take these readings seriously however, so I decided to take notes during the read.What was supposed to be a 45 minute task turned out to be a 2 to 3 hour burden. I was determined never to skip any scheduled reading as a quiz could occur the next. Sometimes I would stay up late just to finish writing and it wasn’t simple side notes, I wrote down the complete sentence word for word. When I finished a unit, the notes accumulated to a minimum of 9 pages.However, my hard work was not in vain as I aced the quiz, and the quiz after that. Before I knew it I aced the test, and the test after that. I am honestly glad that I failed that first test, otherwise I do not think I would have developed such a work

This semester I was given the opportunity to administer five different reading assessments to three different students. I had a student who was struggling, Brayden, a student who was on level, Tayanna, and a student who was above grade level, Josiah. Through this experience, I learned how to administer different assessments as well as what to look for to best help a student learn to read. In addition, I found things that were valuable in the assessment; however, I also ran into struggles while using the assessments. Conducting these gave me a better understanding of the use of reading assessments in the classroom. As I reflect on this experience, I can see that my overall understanding of reading assessments have definitely expanded.

After I graduate from Sam Houston High School, I plan to continue to finish my Associate's degree in Cyber Security and Information Assurance at San Antonio College in the fall. During that time I also hope to gain an entry-level position with a company that can make good use of the current skill I have obtained. Hopefully an entry level position within the aspect of Computer Forensics or Linux System Administration. During my time here I wish to continue with that company for a couple years to gain a well above average and lengthy experience and distinguish myself from the millennial stereotype that we get bored easily, give up easily, and move jobs every three to six months.

I am a new transfer student from BASIS SAMC entering sophomore year of high school. Last year I took two separate English classes, Honors Language and Honors Literature, which both counted towards my English I and II EOC grades. Consequently, AP English Language would be my next course to tackle. After a constant back and forth and weighing the pros and cons, I decided to transfer here to Clark High School. I consistently grew and changed as a person during my four years at BASIS SAMC, so it is safe to say that it was not an easy decision leaving. What sealed the deal was the fact that I would have a clean state here and I could continue my academics at my own pace. Although I do still get nostalgic over the memories I have had at my previous

How are you? I hope this letter finds you well. My homesickness is creeping towards me like an ominous cloud foreboding a thunderstorm. It’s frightening me, but I am sure the storm will pass quickly. The first sense of these feelings were ignited when I was walking to my dorm and it started pouring rain. In Southern California, where I was born and raised, rain is scarce. Deerfield has been great, but I yearn for the salty smell in the air from the ocean and the feeling of the sun on my skin. Thousands of question race through my mind as I recall my time back home. Was the move to Deerfield a good decision? Am I going to make it out alive during the winter? Should I have came this far? As I am writing this letter, the answer to all those questions is a gargantuan yes. I know the commitment I made to attend Deerfield Academy is miles away from my comfort zone, literally, but growth and

While I take full responsibilities for my mistakes and while it’s no excuse, in all honesty, I didn't accommodate my class schedule to my living situation. In the attached documents, you can see I lived in Koreatown, Los Angeles, California and was traveling by bus and train to Long Beach City College, Monday- Friday. I would wake up at 6:00 am every day to get ready. I would then proceed to leave at 8:00 am to walk to the bus stop and ride it to Downtown Los Angeles. Afterwards, I would walk to the Blue Line Station and catch the train. The train usually had difficulties such as multiple trains having to use one track, therefore, delaying the train at one stop for 10-15 minutes. Consequently, I would miss my second bus once I arrived at the