Why I Started A New School Essay

Growing up I didn't have a lot of time to read, I did not grow up in a stable environment for children to thrive. When I was in the third grade my life would take a drastic turn into a downward direction. My mother whom I loved so much changed drastically, started locking us out of the house. Doing any type of homework was impossible to accomplish when you are stranded outside. Later that year my parents got a divorce. There was constant turmoil; my mother was now living with a man that would later become my stepfather. Their relationship was very toxic; at first my stepfather seemed charming, we traveled to places we have never been to before. After a couple of years, things changed, they couldn't manage their finances and we were constantly

As a Salem Freshman, I was required to take a “Signature” Salem class; a class that was “signature” to Salem and Salem alone. These classes were chosen based on a survey given to students before they get their schedules and all of them are rather “worldly”. At the time, I was unaware that the this “Sign” Classes were fully graded and fleshed out classes. I simply chose a class that sounded incredibly interesting without thinking about how well I would actually perform in that field. I chose a class that offered to challenge the way I think about others and how they think; a class that could help me understand people more by showing me how they come to believe things. Despite my initial confusion and eventual grade, I admit that I don’t regret taking the class because what I learned in that classroom was something I don’t believe I would have ever experienced otherwise.

During my high school years I’ve joined a club called Future Farmers of America which I really had gotten involved with for three and a half years. This being my first time in a club I found myself to be really busy throughout my school time, not only busy but I loved being part of that group. The reason why I loved that group was because there were judging teams and livestock teams that I was really good at. Rite before my senior year was about to be over I decided to leave school for good only because I thought my job was more important. So once I left school I thought it was ok just to do anything I wanted. This is where my whole life took a turn for its worse. Now getting involved with drugs and gangs I was completely far away from an education or a job. Being on the streets was my job. This only landed me in jails and prisons for a period of time.

"I ran away from home when I was sixteen. And then I came back. But there was never anything to come back to to. Everything was already destroyed. My parents didn't want to have anything to do with me because I ran off with an older guy. I was pregnant. The baby did not survive and the guy I was with, left me alone for a younger girl. I had no choice and I was forced to come back home and finish high school. My father made it clear to me that if I didn't attend a university or college, I would be kicked out and put on the streets. So I'm sorry that I didn't tell you the sad aspects of my adolescent

For two years I begrudgingly walked into Fuller Middle School, sometimes staying home because I had a ‘headache,’ my home, as well as other places I was always resentful, pissed off, quick tempered, and just downright rude. I was a typical middle schooler going through family changes. I wore band tees and ripped skinny jeans to every event my mother would let me--including to school, I constantly violated dress coded until I found my way around authority and the policy, listened to heavy metal, colored my eyeliner on until I looked like a panda, and generally tried to make myself appear unapproachable. That’s when my mom began dating the man who I would eventually call my first lifeline.

I started hanging with the wrong crowd to fit in which led to me focusing on the ways of the street instead of school. I began to smoke, drink, and sell drugs. My mind made me think that that was the true way of life. Without the guidance from my

Throughout my entire school career I was always an average, energized, active student who loved playing many sports including basketball, football and track. At the begging of my junior year I had an argument with my coach about not starting for my junior year and I became livid and immediately quit. After I quit basketball I started skipping school, I would skip Monday’s, Wednesday’s, and Friday’s because I didn’t think there was a point to going to school anymore. I made friends with some older kids who didn’t share my same interests and had already dropped out of high school. I began getting into multiple screaming matches with my mother and felt unwanted. I started partying for my first time, and began to not go back home and

To begin with, when I was 15 years of age. I was such a bad kid. It took me losing the trust and respect of my parents, failing all my freshman classes, and losing all my friends, to want to change. I disrespected my father and stepmother. I would talk back to them, curse, and just not listen. I got expelled from school freshman year because I was hanging out with the wrong people, and almost every day we smoked marijuana and skipped school. If I was in class, I was sleeping. I ended up going to an alternative program. It was not

I messed up a lot. Like a lot. But for some reason I always tend to get a lesson out of it.And out of any other thing I messed up on. Any mistake I make bad or good I learn, but sometimes I don’t. But if I don’t then I probably will the 2nd time. I learned so much from middle school. Bad stuff and a little bit of good stuff. But it really wasn’t a lot of good stuff. It was barely good things. I still had friends every year and I still did what I had to do. It was harder than I thought it would be. Like I seriously didn’t know what I was doing I didn’t know what was going through my head at the time. I still don’t know to this day. I don’t remember everything I did. But I know I just messed up. It was in the summertime and I just moved into this neighborhood.

I told myself that I had my life under control. I was able to succeed in high school and figured nothing could stop me. The next step was college; I could not wait for the partying to begin. I was introduced to oxycodone, a prescription painkiller. After three months, I found my self in a $350, 13 pill a day, habit. I began selling drugs to meet my quota. I hit my first low at a local mall. I was arrested and cuffed after being pulled over. The cops found a few thousand dollars, pills, and a list of

If i had to choose whether we get extended time between classes it would be a no. Because the school days would be longer and it would be more of a mess than it already is, the hallways would be more crowded, and it would make it harder for us to get into our lockers.

My first year of high school was filled with adventures and difficulties throughout the years. Comparing to my other years, I took challenges, such as taking on sports while finding the time for my school works and achieving my goals. However, I was able to find the way and fight through my freshman year.

When I was a little girl, crime was all around me. It was common to end up in a part of the crime organization one way or another, and anyone not involved in the crime organization could end up a victim by being in the wrong place at the wrong time. Many knew who and where the crime was happening but never said anything out of fear because of the famous saying, "Snitches get stitches." The place that I was born in and spent a part of my life in was El Paso, Texas, more specifically, Canutillo. El Paso sits on the border adjacent to Mexico, which makes the major city a place of crime and corruption. Canutillo is the ghetto of El Paso and is littered with crime and poverty. I spent most of my time at my great-grandfather's home, where my great-grandparents, grandma, parents, and I lived on the same property. After I would arrive home from school, I could be found playing with the red ants, climbing the trees, or finding any other way to entertain myself because we were too poor to afford toys. My parents are very hard working and they always pushed me to find a passion for me to pursue, but in the beginning, I did not listen to them. In elementary school, I was not well behaved and I had straight Fs. My teachers and classmates were constantly ridiculing me because of my odd personality and my physical appearance, which led to me not wanting to participate or succeed in school. The environment outside of my parent's domain was that no one needed school, including a woman

This paper explores the various methods I have learned as a student in the introduction to research course. The skills and methods taught in this class have been presented through course textbooks, online articles and videos, and interaction with the professor. Other opportunities for learning the research skills and methods occurred through writing of papers, testing knowledge through quizzes, and through interactive discussion board threads and posts. In addition to acknowledging these learned methods, this paper also includes insight into how I will be able to proceed in future courses, applying this newly acquired knowledge of research along with a biblical worldview, and how to properly examine research methods against the consistency of biblical principles and ethics. The challenge in writing a paper like this has been to write it in the format of an APA article, as outlined within the APA Manuel. Much of the context throughout the paper may seem less than scholarly, given that this is a paper written by myself, about myself, but that context will align with the instructions for the assignment.

I never had a normal life. My mom and dad were never married, so they never got along. My grandma watched my cousin and I a lot. My parents were abusive, more verbally than physically, but sometimes words hurt more than anything. Even though my parents were abusive I still love them. My dad always tried really hard to give me everything I needed and wanted, yet whenever he got mad about something, he took it out on me. My mom, on the other hand, was a victim of drugs and alcohol. At the age seven I didn’t really know anything about drugs except they were bad. If I had the chance to go back in time and try to stop my mom from partying and doing drugs I would have. I still do not do drugs, I never will.