Reflection Essay

When I first got accepted into Stuyvesant High School, I heard countless of rumors stating: “Oh the workload is terrible”, “The competition is so fierce” or “Out of schoolwork, extracurriculars, or sleep: you can only pick two.” I found it hard to let it faze me, since I graduated from one of the most prestigious middle schools. However, the rumors transformed into reality when I stepped into Mr. Nieves’ Freshman Composition Class. The workload at the beginning of the year was brutal, coupled with assignments from other core classes that seem unaware of the workload of other teachers. Reading assignments were a regular, and there were journal entries and occasional quizzes to keep us in line. What made it bearable was the friends I made in that class; everyone had their own opinion about the topic we were talking about, and listening to other perspectives really broadened my horizon and enriched my learning experience in Stuy. Another thing that this class has taught me is the importance of time management, a skill that I will carry on for the rest of my high school career and life. When I choose to sign up for Mr. Nieves’ AP American Literature class in my Junior Year, I was hoping to relive the discussion-based lesson plans and meet more outstanding peers. I was not disappointed, to say the least, reflecting through all the experiences at the end of the course. The lesson plans he laid out for us were an interesting mix between small lectures and class output, and what I

It is still so surreal to reflect back on my first semester as an incoming college student in the ENC1101 course, analyzing at my progression as a reader and writer in literacy. Since the first day of class I set in stone my goals for this class: receive a 4.0 GPA, develop my connecting theories skills in writing, and become more aware of objectives for each Unit throughout the course. All of these goals became achievements that not only make others proud but most importantly give me self pride. In order to earn the grades and achieve these goals, I went after every opportunity that I was given as an incoming college student, such as office hours and extra credit. By taking this course I have gained confidence with the utilization of literacy, and made an addition to my group of impactful literacy sponsors. Once students are finished with high school they assume that there is nothing else to learn beyond the stereotypical five paragraph essay, but they are so wrong. I was able to obtain so much knowledge about numerous course concepts from Writing about Writing, articles, and my professor. These concepts will carry on with me throughout a bright future of writing courses, job interviews, and any other skills that require literacy. The four outcomes listed below will help illuminate how I improved as a writer, by being a driven college student and going out of the way to earn my achievements in this course. In the first outcome I improved comprehending scholar texts,

I went to school, except this time with a funny feeling, knowing this was the last time I would ever see any of them. All my friends and other family, I wouldn’t be seeing for a long time. Then the day came. We all woke up early that morning. My mom helped me and my brothers pack our bags and get ready for the flight. As a family we made our way to the airport with a drive that felt like it took a million years. Finally, we reached the airports and I was ready to collapse in a seat and go right to sleep.

Even though we come to school to get an education by our own free will or by our parents making us get out of the bed and dragging us here every day, we have learned so much about other facets of life outside of our classes. We have learned many important things like how strong friendship can be, how life can be unpredictable and throw you some curves, forgive yourself, your friends and your enemies, how it's okay to fail, and don’t be afraid to show others you care about them. Life is about taking risks and making mistakes so we can learn from them even if they have a negative effect.

What a horrible horrible day it was. It all started the first day of 6th grade here at Memorial Middle School. My mom walked in with me to get my schedule because we didn’t go to open house. I went up to my protime and it was in the art room with Mrs. Teerink. My mom sat down at a table with me and I was really scared and embarrassed. Then, to make it even worse, I started bawling my eyes out. While a lot of people walked in, and by a lot of people it was like 20, but it felt like it was a million.

In my junior year of high school, I learned a valuable lesson and had to come to terms with

One beautiful Monday morning, everything was calm (for now). I woke up very fresh, excited, and ready to go to school! It was a nice and sunny day, the best way to start a week. I woke up at 6:00 a.m and had a lot of time to get ready for the school day. After that I wore my clothes, did my hair, and brushed My teeth. Next, I had breakfast that included cereal, milk, and apple juice. My sister and I went outside and saw that my dad was waiting for us to get in the car, so that he can take us to school.

In kindergarten I learned that I should always clean up my own mess. I need to fix my own problems without counting on someone to help me. My teacher told us that are parents aren't here to clean up after us so we had to take charge and stop being childish. It's important to be able to take responsibility for your actions I think

I walked into my Barents room , I was so depressed because that day was my first day went to middle school in America. I spoke to my mother about what was going on that day.

I went through elementary and middle school, and high school finally came along. Towards the end of ninth grade, there was an honor roll assembly. I received a few awards and was so excited to get home and show my mom. As soon as I got home, I went straight to my mom and tried to talk to her about it, but she stopped me and said, “ Winsly, I have something to tell you.”

It was my freshman year of high school where I was just a lost fish in a hugh sea of people attending Byron Nelson High School, with no clue who I was and my place in life. Life seemed rough but then again it was freshman year. When I was attending Byron I didn't know what I was going to do with my life in the future. On one day just like any other the morning school announcements came on; talking about some meeting in the counselor's office about some academy. At that time I had no idea what they were talking about and I had never even heard of Eaton High school, which happens to be the new high school for my school district. It came to lunch time where my friend that I sat with was absent, so I figured why not go see what this meeting is

I woke up for school my first day my mom took me, I walked into the office to meet my new principal. I

There are many Teachable Moments in life. Some are to be considered small and simple while others can be a touch more hard to stomach. I still remember, quite vividly and somewhat unfortunately, the afternoon from which I learned two different lessons created by the same experience.

It was the end of my fifth-grade year.We had a graduation and when I went up on stage I got an award for perfect attendance. The award looked like a dolphin with a paint that sparkles and is blue it also had my name at the bottom of the award saying “Perfect Attendance Karsten Widick”. After that award, I got an award for but everyone got one of these.I also got an award for being there for 6 years. My parents said that they were proud of me. I started off my 6th grade year scared of all the work we will have to do because my brother told me it was a lot harder than Elementary School and it was my first year riding the bus. When I got to school the teachers were telling us to go to the gym I didn’t know where it was so I just followed everyone

Never will I forget what I learned that day. Seeing goes beyond the eye’s illusions, whether it be in music or in life: actions themselves add no meaning or depth unless powered by some genuine force of passion. My teacher’s words made me understand why I was there, why I was a pianist: not to win, not to please my parents, not for the notes, but for the music. Every choice I have made from that day forward has been a decision I would make blindly, with my full and utmost dedication. I am truly a far more honest and happy person because of