Imagine a point in your life where you just thought, “wow, I am just thriving.”. Everything in life seemed just a little easier, a little happier, and a little sweeter. Take that feeling and multiply it by 10. Pretty good feeling right? Wrong. You’ve just begun your junior year of high school, following your relatively effortless previous two years at Forest Hills Northern. You were filled with excitement and anticipation alike all of your other peers. Between taking AP biology, your favorite sect of science, AP language and composition, one of your favorite hobbies of writing, the SAT which you’ve prepared for, and being an upperclassman. The year had potential to be an amazing year. Imagine your mind racing from thought to thought unrelentingly. Concepts that were in no way correlated to each other meshed together and lead you to a new epiphany every second that a normal mind would never even begin to see the connection of. Imagine convincing yourself that, in conjunction to being in your third year of French, you should also take the liberty of learning Spanish. And Latin. And Italian. At the same time. Monolingualism is considered an illiteracy in the 21st century, after all. While taking time out of your day to write “Io sono una donna" and “puer parvus non est” on flashcards, essentially because you felt compelled to, you’ve convinced yourself that if you want to one day fulfill your dream of becoming an interventional cardiologist, you MUST learn Latin in order to
It was the first month of my high school years, I was as nervous as an incoming freshman could be. I had no idea how long and strenuous my years at Bensalem High School would feel. As many others, I had a hard time adjusting to the transition from middle school to high school. Unlike others, though, I struggled about twenty
To many freshman the first day of high school is the opening chapter of a new novel, a fresh start to a sometimes embarrassing middle school experience we would all just love to erase from our memories. August 13th, 2012 was the beginning of my four year long narrative at Cypress Bay High School. Despite my desperate desire to grow up, become an adult, and move far away from my parents for college all that did not seem possible because I had never previously attended a public school. I was struck with fear that I would not be able to adjust to the fast pace dynamics of a large high school.
High School Struggles High school can be very stressful, especially junior year. It is very evident that in the book “Overachievers: the Secret Lives of Driven Kids” by Alexandra Robbins, the students are very driven to be successful and often find themselves stressing out. Junior year is often known as the most important year of high school because students start worrying about ACT/SAT scores and they finally start looking at colleges. “But he had been told that junior year was the most stressful in high school. This was the year he had to start thinking about colleges.”
August 15, 2013 was the date that I entered high school. I had high hopes for the upcoming high school years to be my best years ever since I was in sixth grade. I expected that I can make more friends, join more club activities, and can choose classes that I really like. Although I was very enthusiastic and eager to start the all new school years, I also had a lot of worries and confusion about it also. The night before I start my freshmen year, the thoughts of failing classes, and be able to graduate high school kept
When junior year ended last summer, I felt like I knew exactly what was coming my way-- after all, I watched three different groups of my friends go through senior years of their own. It was finally my turn to experience senior year, something it seemed I had known about for years, and I felt like senior year would be easygoing and uneventful. Now, it has taken just a few short months to realize how incorrect I was. If senior year has taught me anything, it is that one never really knows what comes next for them, even if they have a good idea. The monumental highs, as well as the deepest of lows, have kept me on my toes throughout my senior year.
Dean Maniuszko Mr. McKnight English 3-4H, pd. 2 15 May 2013 Decisions for the Future ! As high-school students (and their families) approach their junior year of high
As an incoming EOF (Educational Opportunity Found) freshmen attending Rutgers University this fall, I had the mindset that if I did well academically, the transition from high school to college would go by smoothly. Unfortunately, college isn 't that simple. The transition to college is much more complex than people perceive it to be, in my case, it’s the most difficult obstacle I’ve ever encountered. Therefore, my aspiration is to conquer this transitional period as quickly and fluently as possible. When I had to changeover from middle school to high school, I was terrified. I didn 't know what awaited me and how much different things were going to be. It turned out high school was exactly the same, with the exception of the grades being ninth through Twelfth. There was nothing to be worried about. On the other hand, that wouldn 't be the case in college.
Who knew High School would be over in a blink of an eye? Four short years and a whole chapter of your life is over. The goal everyone was striving to achieve was completed, yet an even bigger thing was approaching “Life”. All 365 of us would venture out into the world and start new journeys hundreds of miles apart.
As any other freshman entering high school it can be a very nerve racking situation. On September 8, 2015 I Chelsea Gonzalez was entering high school in Thurgood Academy Of Learning And Social Change , my mind was going crazy and I didn't know what to expect. I have always asked myself whether high school would be similar to what appeared in movies; people dancing and singing on top of the lunch tables or, was it going to be a 4 horrible school years in which I would never make friends. I clearly remember seeing kids running toward their group of friends, as I walked down the lunchroom. My hands were sweating and it felt like a million butterflies in my stomach. The room was filled with cries of laughter, kids running back and forth asking each
I know that it doesn’t appear to be such a big deal, but just the thought of having to start fresh in the middle of high school had been enough to send shivers down my spine. I wasn’t sure that I was ready to be a Rockingham County High School Cougar. I walked in on the first day, on the outside looking collected, but on the inside I was shaking like a loose leaf being tossed around on a branch in the middle of autumn. “What if I don’t meet anyone? What
My high school years, unlike the past years of steady achievements, felt much more like a sine graph with ups and downs. To begin with, I conquered my freshman year in a breeze. My easily achievable classes not only earned myself confidence, but also admiration and respect from my classmates and teachers. As a result, I comfortably acclimated myself to the status of a star student.
For most people freshman year is a year of terror. You are supposed to be shy and avoid being a nuisance. Yet when I walked through the double doors of the High School there were no thoughts of timidity in my mind, only excitement. I was ready to learn, grow and lead; even as a fourteen-year-old freshman. I challenged myself to get involved in everything I possibly could; to test the waters and find where I belonged. I took all advanced courses and joined Spanish Club, Student Council, Colorguard and later NHS. Yet I did not just want to be involved in numerous organizations, I wanted to lead them as well. My ambition is what defines my high school career as well as defines my character.
First, going back to your childhood, you learned your own language from your parents and relatives. Then in high school, you should
My heart raced within my chest. As I glanced around, I noticed grins and high fives decorating my classmates. My brow furrowed and I couldn’t stop tapping my fingers. Throughout this year I had barely managed a 75% average that I needed to get into university. I couldn’t have Math bring it down farther.
India is a country where over 1650 ‘mother tongues’ belonging to five different language families viz. Indo-Aryan, Dravidian, Austro-Asiatic, Tibeto-Burman and, Andamanese are spoken. India is such a landscape where we can find multilingual environment everywhere.