Senior Year In High School

I walked away feeling like I was a complete failure and that I didn’t deserve to go on. On the way home my mother tried to talk to me, but, I put on my headphones and cried silently. Once we were home my father asked how it went. The tears that were in my eyes and they became more evident as my shoulders and chest were shaking and trembling. The only sound in the room was the sound of me crying and wailing. I started crumbling and falling to the ground and my mother and father rushed to my side. They held me until the tears came to a stop and a little bit afterwards

Junior year was full of many new experiences. We were now classified as upper classmen! Just like any of the other years in high school this year had just as many ups and downs. One of the main stresses in eleventh grade was the SAT. For sure one of the scariest things that I have ever had to do. All of the preparation going into it and the amount of studying made me feel as if I wasn’t going to have a brain by the time the testing was over. I took college and career readiness, which really helped prepare me for what was to come. By this time in high school I had already had my job for a little over a month, so I already knew what to expect once school started. I am thankful enough that at my job you get to leave at seven because I hear many

Freshman year, I imagined that year to be amazing. I wanted it to just have an awesome flow but did it? It did in the beginning then a bomb went off during the middle of the year and turned freshman year into a complete disaster. Freshman year was supposed to be about having a great start to the rest of your high school life before you enter the big bad world but other students just couldn't help themselves but to create that bomb during the middle of my freshman year.

Towards the end of my senior year of high school, I was preparing for the next chapter of my life. I would be attending UC Davis in the summer for a four weeklong orientation program, specifically for first generation college students. This was the first time I would be leaving home by myself to a different country and it was the first time in over eight years that I would be exposed to the American culture. I did not have any roots in any American city nor did I have a so-called “home state.” However, if there was one thing for sure, it was that Germany was my home and it has been for the majority of my life. In this paper, I will be discussing how the following topics in sociology: culture, socialization, and identity are related to my move from Germany to California as well as how I felt during the entire situation.

The most traumatic event in my life was when my father passed away in 2005, when I was only seven. At first, I hadn’t understood his death. I knew what death was, and that it was permanent, but I hadn’t accepted the fact that he was gone until long after his death. My mother was a mess, and I was a confused second grader who could do nothing to help her. We began to go to counselors and psychologists, who all made me feel very uncomfortable. All they wanted was to talk about what had happened to my dad, when it was the last thing I wanted to say anything about. I laid in bed crying for a few weeks, knowing it was because of his death, but I felt emptiness rather than sadness or anger. My mother began to take medication for depression, and still continues to do so. At only seven, I believed her sadness was my fault. To be honest, I still feel hurt when I see her taking the depression medication. I know that I had nothing to do with his death, but it granted me with an unwelcoming sense of guilt. I had just been with him the night before his death, and now he had been cremated into a bag of ashes. All of my teachers were very precautious about mentioning him, and I didn’t know how to process all the new attention I had received at school. I was definitely depressed, but I found a way out of my slump. I distracted myself from his death and did all of my school work from my absences as quickly as I could, and

7 years ago, my grandpa was alive and well, but 3 weeks went by and my mother explained to me that he had cancer. We went over to my grandpa's house to see him there he was sitting in the chair with a surgical mask this is when I realized he was sick. My mother was sobbing every night almost as if he had died I walked in there and I asked, 'are you okay?' She responded with yes, go to bed its getting late. Another few weeks went by and in this time, went to visit a few times my cousins, aunts, uncles, were all there. This was the last time I spoke to my grandfather, later that night my mom was crying extra hard and I was wondering what was wrong at the time I couldn’t think of what was wrong with my mom. This is when my dad told me that he had passed away I remember him saying that we need to love my mom and show that we care about her. My mom soon left to my grandmother's house, she went over there to comfort my grandma for her loss.

Freshman year is quite a change from the way you live in high school. One of the largest changes of which was fiscal responsibility and expenses of being a student. There were 3 main expenses that I incurred throughout my freshman year that I likely should have put more thought into budgeting. The first expense was food, I'm 6'4" so I eat a lot of food and never realized how expensive it is to buy groceries myself. Some freshman do a campus meal plan for their food expenses, which can be quite costly (upwards of $1000 a semester), and some people decide to cook in their dorms. Another major expense is textbooks or course materials, some of these books can have a price tag of more than $200 a piece. Many students, including myself, chose to

Im writing this letter to my future self for Ms. Meyers English class and to be placed in the Freshman Time Capsule to open when I'm a senior.

For a long time, my life had been wonderfully mundane and pleasantly monotonous. Fittingly, I was just as static. I lived expecting little to change in myself as well as in others. But pleasures like consistency cannot always be enjoyed without interruption.

It was a bone chilling January night; my mom received a call at about 11:15 PM, a call that changed my life forever. My Aunt June was on the other line. She was crying so hard my mother could barely understand her. Through the sobbing my mom finally understood that Brian, my cousin, had been in a horrible accident and she didn’t know how bad it was. My mother jumped out of the bed after she hung up the phone. She screamed up the stairs at my sister and me; it was a nerve shrilling scream. I could hear fear in her voice. My mom was always yelling at us growing up if we forgot to do something. She would even get us out of bed to finish something that wasn’t done completely. This particular

I pulled up in front of my house after completing the first day of my senior year. I knew it would be my hardest year of school, but I already had college on my mind. Somehow I felt energized from the warm day and glowing sun. When I got inside, my gram and uncle were there waiting for me. They asked me to sit down and I knew something was wrong. Gram was calm as she said, "The coroner came to the house this morning." My heart dropped. I asked if my dad was okay. She said, "Your dad is fine, but your mother is dead. She killed herself." The words stunned me. Part of me knew this day was inevitable. The other part did not want to believe what I was just told. I asked, “How?” Gram said, “She hanged herself.” My mother has not been a part of my life or my sister's for thirteen years. She walked out on us when I was four years old. The last time I saw her was about ten years ago. My mother went down the wrong path and made bad choices. Her decisions affected me more than she would ever know.

It was May 17th, 2011, it was a normal school day when my brother and I were told that my mom called to say that she was picking us up early. I was anxious, wondering why we were going home early and breaking our usual routine. When my mom came to get us, the first thing that I noticed was that she didn’t greet us with her usual smile. I was 9 years old, very observant, but not able to sense what was to come. We got into the car, when I asked my mom where we were going hoping

Devastated, I ran to my room gushing my eyes out. All these emotions going through my head of how my life would be without my parents in the same room or even house. From what I remember it all started about mid-June, the weeks before that were crucial. My parents would always argue over how to deal with a situation between me and my brother, Skyler. They hardly spoke to one another, but when they did they would just start bickering. I remember, one night after dinner they both went into ''their'' room with the door locked yelling at one another. Skyler and I didn’t know what to do, so we went downstairs and tried to figure out what was going to happen. With a scared tone I asked if mom and dad were going to get a divorce?" He answered back '' No, they love each other, they wouldn’t do that to us." That following night, was a school night everything was quiet except for my crying. I couldn’t sleep; all I was thinking about how it's going to affect my family.

In my senior year of high school I was pretty productive. When I say productive I mean academically, financially, and even socially. I was a student teacher for a 7th grade Science class, a crew member at chipotle, and I played varsity basketball for my high school team. So, my schedule was really jam packed. It was really challenging towards the beginning of the year because not only did I have those jobs and extracurricular activities, but, I have a 5 year old demon of a brother that I also had to babysit. Applying to college wasn’t easy at all because I had no support system. By no support system I mean my parents had no idea how the process was to be done so, I got no help from no one when it came to applications or even fafsa

Since the beginning of my senior year of high school, I received the amazing opportunity to belong to a community of interior and event designers at Suzanne Nichols Design Group. The showroom is located in Orlando, so whenever I visit or am home for break I continuously work with the company in the community. The experience helps me to understand the many different genres that are utilized within the community. They help us to communicate with each other, the clients, and the business as a whole. We often take on many beautiful designer homes and design many special events such as weddings, office banquets, birthday parties, and anniversary parties. Many of the genres we utilize included meeting agendas, proposals, floor plans, invoices, sample design boards, and also event promotional flyers. A collaboration of the different genres come together to make the work more organized, less stressful and even exciting.