Ngan Tran
Ms. Conant
Anonymous Email At the local town of New York City, there is a well-known school with its high academic standard and moral code of conduct. Whenever someone stopped by Amsterdam Academy, it would difficult for them to leave because of the beauty views and friendly people in here. However, my school is so strict about moral status, the only condition to attend in this school is promising to uphold high moral standard. That was also a challenge for many students to be honest in their high school career, including me. I myself felt proud and fortunate to attend this campus, especially when I received financial assistance from school for many years because my parents could barely afford my tuition. I always worked hard
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When I think about history, I always feel distress because the ton of information, somewhere out there, are trying to blur out my brain and make me want to sleep. However, my history teacher is very nice and helpful. She always finds a new method of teacher that make students engaging within participating in class. I always get into the way Mrs. May teaches us, her experiences and her stories are so interesting. But one thing we realized that was never cheat in her class because she will be really upset about it. A couple months had passes, school reached almost to the end of the quarter. We had many exams coming up for the evaluation grade of the quarter. History final exam made me so nervous and scared, even though I preformed well through the quarter. Then Wednesday came, it was our test date. Everyone seemed so nervous, some people were talking about how they studied very hard for the test, some people are isolated themselves with the study guides on their hands and some are just hang out on their phones. When the bell rang, the whole class turned to silent, Mrs. May went to front with stack of paper in her hand. "Are you ready, my friend?", she asked. She usually called us "friends" because she said it would make us feel better to be in her class. The whole class with their powerful annotation " Yes, ma 'am!". I was ready to take this test, a test that would measure how much I learned from last couple months. She
I was so mad that just wanted to scream till my voice dried out. My face was redder then the fake apple that she would pass to student who had the right to talk or answer the question. I had to step out the room and get some air because that was just too much. I couldn’t accept that one teacher didn’t gave me any chance because she thought I was unintelligent. Next day I asked to change my schedule but was denied since it was almost near the finals and change my schedule would change all the other course. I explain to the teacher how I had felt and the reason behind me stepping out the meeting, she was so shocked as I was when she gave a piece of chocolate and hug saying how sorry she was. I had no words to explain what was going in my mind because it was full of confusion, shocked and gladness that she had finely understood me. That cold feeling stopped and I began to continue to asking questions when I didn’t knew answers. Slowly she had started to stop ignoring my hand calls and started asking me
After looking over the Hoover High School code of conduct, there is one rule that I think is not justified. This rule is 3.15, assault upon a student or other person.
On the surface level, Paul B. Wilson, Sr. and I possess a couple of similarities; we both grew up on Cherry Street in Mahoningtown and I aspire to enter the medical field and become a veterinarian. However, if one were to analyze our lives, they would find that we work towards the same morals of life. During my career as a student at New Castle High School, I have learned how to become a better student and to continuously grow as a person. This building has morphed my character in a myriad of ways. Overall, it has taught me on how to be a better student, achieve higher grades, and apply an abundance of work to accomplish my goals. Due to this, I have earned a 4.93 GPA and a membership in National Honor Society. However, like Mr. Wilson, I
My freshman year everyone had branched off from me and I was pretty much a loner. I didn’t belong to any sports group, academic club, or extra afterschool curricular. It was just me, myself, and I. on day in English class, with Mrs. Nelson we were all given projects which consisted of various assignments on the topic of The Great Gatsby.” While Mrs. Nelson handed out assignments, fairly easy grades right? So wrong. When Mrs. Nelson handed me my assignment, I wanted to die (not literally). For the assignment I had to write a song based on something from the book. After class I asked her why I was given the assignment and if I was able to change it, what she told me gave me the confidence to complete the project and get that
A wise woman once said, “We learned about honesty and integrity, that the truth matters, that you don’t take shortcuts or play by your own set of rules and success doesn’t count unless you earn it fair and square” (Michele Obama). As a young ambitious girl, developing into a competent, strong and successful student, I’ve learned that hard work is the foundation of a successful future. When I think about a strong foundation, I imagine a community that promotes integrity, honesty, and academic excellence. Truth is, I imagine Renaissance High School. I imagine a learning institution that promotes growth, and success while building the leaders of tomorrow.
I am a breathtaking, stunning, and outstanding student. I am these things because I know that even before reading this essay, the first thing you read was my name. Most of the faculties that are reading this essay are probably thinking, “oh, it’s another Asian student whose name I’m not sure how to pronounce,” or “that sandwich for lunch was good, I should’ve taken another bite before I came here.” Before anything else, I am Hmong. It’s a subculture that is quite spread throughout Southeast Asia. I was born in Thailand and immigrated to the United States in October 2004. There are seven members in my father’s household. Having a Confucian ideology binded within me, I almost always put my family’s needs before my own. I would tell myself that if something does not benefit me, then I don’t need it. Then on, I hated going shopping like normal girls because I don’t want to burden my family with financial problems. If, however, I needed something, my mom would have already bought them for me. When my older sister entered her senior year in high school, I decided to do all the chores I could in the house. It was demanding and exhausting, but because I decided to do most of the chores, my sister finally had more time to herself and was
A leader's feelings, laws and social norms can deviate from what is ethical, so it becomes necessary to constantly examine one's moral standards to ensure that they are reasonable and well-founded (Cook, 2012). Mr. Clark’s approach to protecting, educating children was tyrannical and autocratic. He was effective and had a record of accomplishment of being successful but also burned bridges with community leaders and peers along the way. Coincidentally this was not far from what happen in 1987 at Eastside High School. The real Mr. Clark berated school staff and parents in his quest to produce a quality learning environment in the inner city. The event which cause such a stir in the community was the sudden expulsion of students and placing
In recent years, the use of solitary confinement has become a topic of interest in the mental health field, criminal justice system, and political arena. Despite being deemed Constitutional by the Supreme Court, many mental health professionals are beginning to investigate the negative psychological effects of solitary confinement. Although there is growing concern regarding the humaneness of solitary confinement, a topic of interest that has yet to be explored in much detail is the relationship between theories of criminal behavior regarding aggression and solitary confinement.
Honor codes, or sets of regulations "intended to cultivate integrity" have been brought to recent debate. Several educational establishments are initiating a culture of honor codes within their schools. My own school, Sheyenne High School, has such honor codes requiring that students have the responsibility to be honest in their schoolwork. However, disunity over these codes have brought to question whether the codes are honorable or improbable. While at first glance, honor codes appear responsible and promising the unfound skepticism of students brings to light the confusion and doubt of their ability to rewrite student life. Honor codes have been implemented in my school over the past several years, but these codes must be revised to ensure
The next day, as promised, she handed out a short pop quiz. It was not as challenging as she tried to make it sound. It presented only five multiple choice questions on it. Once we finished our quizzes, she told us to read the next chapter silently. Once I finished my quiz at the speed of light, I decided to finish other homework, since I preferred to read at home anyway. So while the rest of my class was reading, I worked on homework. Thirty minutes later, I completely finished all of my other assignments, so I decided to start reading the chapter. After nearly two paragraphs in, my teacher interrupted the class to see if everyone finished reading the chapter. Unknown to me, the chapter was fairly short and everyone, but me, finished it. Raising my hand slowly, I told her that I had not finished reading. Everyone in my class turned around and stared at me. The teacher asked me how far I was in the chapter and how much time I needed to
I walked into the classroom and sat down next to my teacher (Mrs.Emerick) and we got started first we went over some things about easyCBM and other little test and then we got to my grades, they were not good I had all Cs and maybe one B. I felt like I was being consumed by the dread of my grades. My teacher said that she thought it was because I was rushing through the tests. I thought back to my recent tests and I had tried to be the first one do I was thinking that it might be because of how many sports I played and you had to be
In Prime Minister O’Neil’s second address to the National Press Club of Australia in Canberra, he draws attention to the damage that can be caused to the environment, and the people who live there, when big companies do not exercise proper care. The Ok Tedi located in Papua New Guinea is often referred to as one of the worst man-made environmental disasters in the world, well known for its disposal of mine tailings into the local river system, which led to an international lawsuit and ultimately to the abandoning of the project. Australia-based BHP Billiton, is the world’s biggest mining company and in 2001, they sold its profitable Ok Tedi mine after having destroyed more than 2,400 acres of rainforest. (Perlez). The mine produces 20% of PNG’s GDP but it has also disrupted the traditional food system and the lives of more
The Hudson River School was not an actual school; it was a group of landscape painters whose vision was influenced by America’s countryside. They were America’s first artistic group that was perceived as not following the traditional rules of subject matter (“Hudson River School” hrsart). The painters depicted nature and civilization coexisting peacefully. Additionally, not all paintings had civilization on them; all the paintings were intended to not represent a real place. The Hudson River School used landscape painting with a small part of civilization to demonstrate the ideal harmony between civilization and nature; that is, that civilization is too insignificant to even effect nature. This harmony is demonstrated in the paintings of Durand,
Red and blue lights flash outside the window of a teenage boy’s room. The calm atmosphere of the night is abruptly ruined by frantic shouting and sirens. Paramedics rush frantically in a blur inside the apartment complex and into the room where the boy lays unconscious on the floor. His body is curled up tightly into a ball, arms wrapped around his abdomen. His skin is pale and his face is contorted into a troubled and pained expression. Not far from the him lays an empty bottle of prescription pills and a half-empty bottle of rum. The boy’s family watches the paramedics lift him onto a stretcher before carting him out of the room with solemn expressions. The scene fades out into black.
I attend a relatively small, private, Catholic high school in northern New Jersey called Don Bosco Prep. I am involved in a variety of activities including sports, music, and various clubs and organizations. My school encouraged me to grow academically, socially, culturally, and spiritually. Our school motto is “empowering young men for life”. I feel that my school has given me the tools to be an engaged student. The school promotes a brotherhood which has benefitted me personally. Whether a friendship forged from a study group or one formed with a teammate, each friendship brings different experiences to my life for which I am grateful.