Shame To Repeat High School

Throughout my first semester, I kept telling myself that I'm gonna get my work done , i'm gonna go to class , but i never kept my word. Instead of going to school I either hung out with friends or I worked. I thought I would be able to work , go to school and still have a social life.

I never really thought about it until today. Today was the day I learned that Tony Weston, a kid that I went to high school with, had committed suicide a month after our graduation. I am 28 years old now, so graduation was ten years ago. The teachers at my high school hated me. I showed no effort in anything that I did and I was extremely obnoxious in class. They wanted to get rid of me as soon as possible just like my parents. My dad was in the Navy so he wasn 't home much. When he was, it was like our family were his men; he ordered us to do everything. He would always stare me down after he demanded something of me and I had to give the reply of, "yes sir." My parents got a divorce while I was in high school and that 's when my life took a turn for the worst. After graduation, I left town and headed for New York City to pursue a new life.

Choices in life have been made in light of my desires. In eighth grade, I chose to join a debate team and learned about argumentation, presenting an argument, looking at an issue from multiple perspectives, and researching. Along with these skills, I also learned how to speak in public, think quickly, and present myself in a professional way. In high school, I realized that I had to make a choice with how I wanted to spend my time. Although I enjoyed volleyball, this sport took too much of my time and prevented me from focusing on academics and debate. This choice was difficult to make, but I learned that it is best to prioritize the aspects of high school that will help me as an adult and help me fulfill my

Public high schools tend to waste a lot of time in class doing things that aren’t related to school at all. It has been reported that in many schools, teachers make students do chores for them for extra credit points, while others are learning new things. Jay Mathews wrote “A startling waste of precious classroom time,” published in 2014 in the Washington Post, and he argues that so much time is wasted in low-income schools due to teachers and it makes it very difficult for students to learn in that environment. Mathews begins to establish pathos by stating the names of two girls that go to Compton High School and want to learn, but their school is unable to give them the education they desire. Mathews established ethos a little later in his article by stating facts about programs he has encountered with inner city schools; however, toward the end of his article, he uses facts to establish logos, which is the appeal of logic, while stating that schools have been sued because low-income students have not been given the right education.

My high school experience could be compared to a roller coaster. At times, it seemed to only go down--with no tracks into the future. Other times there were unexpected twists and turns where all I could do was hold on for dear life and see where the ride would take me. Sometimes the crazy roller coaster ride ended abruptly while other times the ride seemed everlasting, never allowing me to catch a breath. Unlike a roller coaster, I can't go back and ride again, so I have to make the most of what I've got and move forward with a positive attitude into the future.

High school can be a difficult journey in one’s life. Teenagers create drama, teachers stress out students with an abundance of homework, and sometimes procrastination defeats the high schooler's will to get work done. Despite all of that, high school is great; one must look at the little moments, the fun times, and the friends throughout. Arnold Spirit, Jr. had an atypical freshman year in Sherman Alexie’s novel “The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian,” and taught many lessons throughout the story. Arnold’s high school experience and my high school experience are different in the fact that he used his drawings for his words, and I used photography and music for mine; but our experiences are similar in the sense that we both began

I’ve never felt any particularly good feelings about school, especially high school. In my first two years of public school, I found that I didn’t like my teachers and classes. I started ditching to avoid the boredom, hanging out with friends instead of doing schoolwork. My mom noticed me falling so far behind, so she reached out to a friend who worked at a different type of school. I was signed up and started that school in my junior year. I was still far behind, and wasn’t fazed much on the fact that I might not graduate. By the end of junior year, I was spoken to by my counselor and given the reality of the situation I was in. I wanted to be a teacher, an English as a Second Language teacher to be exact. My dream was all but fiction if

High school is supposed to be the best four years of your life but for me it was not even close. My freshman year was the year I knew I was going to be miserable for the next 3 years. Lets just have a brief run down of my first year of high school.

There was a point in my life that I remember clearly, it was in elementary school. I wasn't always the best student or the smartest, and I would always get in trouble. My teachers would constantly talk about how everyone should “get good grades and a great future would be followed.” I would never pay attention. In my first years of elementary, I went to summer school and I had to stay for after school tutoring. I never did my best. In second grade, I began to work harder with my school work and get good grades. Seeing 100’s on my assignment brought so much joy to me and I knew that I wanted to keep experiencing these moments. The thought of having a successful life had made me work harder in school.

When people used to tell me that high school would be the best four years of my life, I never seemed to believe them. Looking at where I am today makes me believe them when they say that high school will also be the fastest four years of my life. It is crazy to even think that just yesterday I was mentally preparing myself to walk into the doors of Lasalle Peru High School, and today I am mentally preparing myself to walk out of the doors of Streator High School. Time truly does fly when you are having fun, I wish I could go back just to feel everything one more time.

I am a very indecisive person, especially when it comes to what career I want to have in the future. However, I do know that I want to further my education. Throughout my life, I have always had numerous people as role models such as my father, and my older sister. I strive to be as hardworking as them. As a person part of the minority, being a first-generation college student, having faced financial situations, and dealing with people who believe I will not succeed gives me motivation to finish my bachelor’s degree.

As I grew older I knew I wanted to be something big in life I tired hard and never give up.School to me is so important I feel like school is a big responsibility and dedication. For me school is what will get me to my goals because is a big influential part of my life and I want to maintain this in my plan and focus hard at

I faced so many toughest challenges in life and still facing. Accepting challenges and facing it and resolving it, makes you learn many things in life and I think it takes you ahead always. For me continuing my education was always associated with the dream. I am from Pakistan, where getting an education is difficult for girls. Society looks at girls education is not as right because they should always stay at home. Things changed when my mother took the first step in my family, to make my way towards education. She does not want me to stay at home, and end up like other girls. She wants me to be independent make a difference. She wants me to live my own dream not the one society wants me to live.

From early on, school has been a challenge for me. I am one of the youngest students in my class, which meant that I always struggled to keeping up with maturity, which meant I had a hard time being prepared for things. However, given that this was my situation, I worked really hard to prove to myself, and to others that I was not going to fall behind just because of the age difference and maturity difference between my classmates and myself. Although school is difficult, I know I have to continue to pursue a higher education because it is important for me to have a successful and happy future. I have learned that I really need to work hard and not give up even when I am faced with obstacles. I do this by challenging myself and having my goals set out ahead of me so I have something to work towards.

The impossibilities and dreams in life are closer than they seem. People will start to achieve what they want in life once they learn to believe in themselves. Throughout my life, I have struggled to learn the way my classmates learn; it took me a lot longer to grasp certain topics and concepts than others. During third grade my parents and teachers decided to put me in a smaller class with two teachers to guide me through school. At first I was ambiguous about what was happening, but then began to feel as if I wasn’t wise enough, and that feeling brought me down. My parents helped me better understand that everyone struggles through life one way or another and that it is one step closer to reaching success. I have learned a lot about my family and their obstacles in education which made me connect with them and my struggles in school. I learned that my father has also struggled in school not because of academics, but because he sacrificed for his family. My father never got the chance to experience high school in his life because of the fact that his father was very ill at the time. On that note, my father dropped out of school to support his family. Whereas, my older brother and sister went through a similar process as me and were put into smaller classrooms because of the way they gathered information differently than others. After his school they both attended college for a couple of years and decided to drop out. Even though I may be the youngest in my family, I feel as