February 2, 2015 is a day I will never forget. It wasn’t supposed to be a day that was going to have so much meaning to me but sadly it is. This event had both negative effects and in the long term, only a few positive effects. It was just an average day at school, getting by in my classes and going to gym class which is where it all happened. My class was playing field hockey and our of nowhere, a guy (I won’t mention a name) came up out of no where while not paying attention and ran into me. He didn’t mean to but he is just one of those people who I feel has no common sense at times and doesn’t pay attention but I do not blame him for it today. I fell straight on my back on the hard, wooden gym floor, hitting the back of my head giving me a major concussion. I’ve never been the type to miss school, to be exact I have missed five full days of school since sixth grade. To me though, those five days have been connected to my concussion. Having the concussion taught me that when I am injured through a sport or some physical activity, I need time off. I learned this the hard way because when I got my concussion, I did not go home, I kept walking and going on with my day when I should have been resting only making my condition worse. I remember that on this day I made sure I waited until 11:25 to go home just so it would count as a full day. I have learned that I need time for myself even if it means ruining a record such as a perfect attendance. At the time I was an athlete
I have a disease called Lupus, so my immune system was really bad which made attendance a little bit of an obstacle throughout high school. Although, most of my grades were A’s and B’s I was still reprimanded when it came to absence; that was the bad part of my educational history definitely. Sometimes I would have to miss four days in one week which made whichever tests I had at the end of the week or the beginning of the next week difficult or late. I think my teachers who did not understand the illness I had probably thought that I had taken advantage of them or the class.
It was May 23th, 2015, two days before Memorial Day. This weekend was also the Pacesetter Soccer Invitational. It was the 1st game we had played in the tournament and I was going in for a tackle. I put my right foot in front of the ball to get it, and the girl kept going. She knocked me over because she was a lot taller than me (surprise). I hit the ground so hard. She kept dribbling, but I knew I could not give up. I got back I could not catch up with her because there was a shooting pain in my back.
One’s schedule can get so messed up that no one would have any spare time left at all ‘’not have enough time to take vacations without a long summer break’’ (Chen, p. 9). But for the parents who manage getting students to school, practice, or whatever it may be it can be a real scheduling nightmare.’’ Plus it’s not likely your employer would negotiate with you on the days you can and can’t come in due to school work. ‘’Shorter and more frequent breaks can interfere with job opportunities.’’ (Chen, p. 9) It’s either you're there or not!
It was the epitome of a catastrophic injury. After arriving at the hospital my ankle was reset and I was discharged later that day with corrective surgery a few days later. The surgery went off without a hitch, but I wouldn’t be able to run, jump, or even walk on my own for the next three months. Despite this colossal setback, I crutched back to school the following week. On my third or so day back, I was called down to the principal's office, because I had missed several days of school in a row (I wonder why?). Regardless, after I showed up hobbling into his office, the reason for my absences became clear. Then he wanted to go over my grades, to make sure that I wouldn’t fall too far behind. When he pulled them up, he was surprised to see that I was still getting top marks, and did not have a single missing assignment. This was not by error, because, even in my drug induced half conscious state, I had diligently e-mailed my teachers and completed all of the school work that I had missed, never missing a step
Attendance was always a subject that would go away with a meeting with the principal, until middle school that was. I let my truancy hinder my motivation, creating huge problems such as massive amounts of missing assignments, greater anxiety from lowering grades, and even worse academic habits. If I could tell my younger self one thing, it would be that though school is tough, you need persevere. I see just how greatly I let my anxiety affect my work, my affability, and my well-being. The reality of life is that it will always have ups and downs. Coming to terms with these aspects of my life meant greater clarity in my goals, my education, and my
I tend to get sick a lot, which leads me to miss school. I make sure that my attendance doesn't interfere with my work. Even if I'm not in class I make sure I get all the work done. Honestly I can say I have better grades than some people who go to school everyday. And the reason is because I'm responsible. I know what I'm expected to do and I make sure to deliver it. My junior year I took a college Reading class, more than halfway into the year I got really sick which caused me to miss a week of school. When I went back to class I found myself left with only 3 days to turn a 6 page paper. I was overwhelmed but I put all of my effort to catch up on everything I had missed. I felt proud when I found out I was 1 out of 7 people who turned the paper on
On the night of October 6, 1998, Matthew Shepard was brutally beaten and left to die tied to a fence in Laramie, Wyoming. This event brought much attention from the media and controversy that affected the city of Laramie forever. The once close-knit and joyful community turned into a town of crime, filled with hate in the eyes of the media. This is just one example of how a traumatic event can drastically change a community, whether it be affecting the people or the town itself. Even though the town of Laramie was obviously negatively affected, the murder also forced the people of the community to realize their problems and to talk about it. This shows how a community suffering the effects of a disaster can also turn it into a reason to change themselves for the better. Although a traumatic event can bring hardship to the people it affects, the community can bring from that tragedy positive changes such as addressing and working on their problems, bringing the people together, and realizing what they have and being grateful for it.
On September 5th 2016 I got backed into by a car. It was labor day and my best friend Reiley, her brother Wes and I were going to the beach to use sparkles to celebrate labor day and after I was to sleepover their house and go to freshman orientation. This day happened to be Reiley’s dad’s birthday and earlier that morning her great aunt passed away so it was already an eventful day. We drove to the beach and jammed hardcore to irreplaceable by Beyonce. Once we got to the beach we all got out of the car Reiley was driving, Wes was in the back seat and I was in the front seat I playfully hit Wes and then we started walking to the beach Reiley had run ahead because a minivan was backing up leaving Wes and I behind. Nothing was unordinary until
Being seated in 9th-grade honors is an opportunity I need to be worthy of in this essay by making clear of my strengths, my fighting weaknesses, and bringing about a more desirable person in me. I wished to be forced to my limits in an honors class.
Learning is the process of gaining knowledge or skills through study, experience or teaching. It is a process that depends on experience and leads to long-term changes in the possible behaviour of an individual in a given situation, in order to achieve a goal.
There are many events that stand out in my life that were significant and helped me grow stronger. One of these events stands out in particular to me and had the greatest impact in my life. When I attended high school my focus was never on the academics but only on sports and having fun with my friends. I never payed attention for more than five seconds and failed to complete any type of work given to me. My lack of care for high school affected me on going to a four year college, playing a sport in college, and taking remedial classes.
September 26...picture day. Everyone in Hoofer Middle School was dressed up for their picture...the picture that would be in the yearbook forever.
I remember it like it was yesterday, the day that changed my life forever. On March 9th of 2011, my mom was diagnosed with skin cancer in her lung. The doctor gave her about six months to live and this is how it went.
My most memorable childhood event was when I was 15 years old. It was the Fourth of July. A big family vacation a barbeque, over night stay and out of town trip to six flags, and I had a blast the night before me, my mom, sisters and brother packed our bags to stay the night over my cousin house in Goodlettsville ,Tennessee. She had the biggest house ever I thought it was a mansion; six bedrooms two an half bath, a swimming pool, a game/movie room with a nice big kitchen. It was something that I was not use, knowing that we stayed in a three bedroom based on an income apartment on the East side of Nashville.
Throughout life I have had many memorable events. The memorable times in my life vary from being the worst times in my life and some being the best, either way they have become milestones that will be remembered forever. The best day of my life was definitely the day that I received my drivers' license. This day is one of the most memorable because of the feelings I had when I received it, the opportunities that were opened up for me and the long lasting benefits that I received from it that still exist today.