Work-Filled Summer Analysis

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

In high school I have regrets for not particating in many of my high school activities. For example, sports , there were basic sports at my school that I knew they had; which was basketball,soccer,footballs, etc. There were even sport activities that I didn’t know we had, I can’t remember the name, I think it was long jump. But, even though the sports I knew we had , I did not know how to sign up to participate in it. I felt like I wasn’t exposed enough to these events in high school for people to show me. When it was my senior year I wanted to try out the sports but I felt so discouraged because I would be starting from square one as for my school mates they could have done it in middle school as for me I did nothing. I don’t blame staff and peers for not exposing me the activities, but of course there are other factors that came into

In “A Summer Life” Soto is the name of a six-year-old boy who faces a decision between sinning and not fulfilling his sweet tooth desires. This all started when Soto became bored and thought the only way to cure his boredom was through sin. Though Soto knows that sinning is iniquitous he ends up going against all of his religious beliefs and greedily taking the pie for his own longing to eat something sweet. Shortly after, Soto knows stealing the pie was wrong and regrets his decision. In “A Summer Life” Soto shifts from greedy to guilty by using striking imagery, potent ethos, and biblical illusions to recreate his story.

My sophomore year at Central High School did not start out the best. I was recovering from an awful grade point average, awful for me at least, I was sitting the bench in a sport that I had lost interest in, and overall I just did not enjoy school anymore. I personally did not see the point in coming to school at all. It took some time, but I finally started to get my grades up, my season had ended for football, and I knew I was not going back. After everything was starting to go my way I started thinking, “What am I going to do next?”

I just can’t believe there is only few more days of high school left. As the days are getting closer and closer, it's getting sad. I still remember the day I stepped into Maine East High School as a Freshman, at that time, all I wished for was to graduate from this school with good grades. High school was not the way I imagined, it is way different from what I thought and definitely different from Middle School. Freshman year was the “exploring/adventure” year, finding where each classes were, what activities/clubs were offered at this school and many more. Freshman year went quickly and then Sophomore year came up. Sophomore year was probably the least stressful year in high school but from Sophomore year my family and friends started asking me the scariest question “What are you doing after high school, which career?

My last two seasons of football, we went a combined 2-16 from a record standpoint. The seniors and I have put in so much work. We all came in at 6 in the morning during the summer just so we wouldn’t go through another losing season. We knew we were a better team than we were my junior year, and yet we still couldn’t win games. We did so many things right; for example, we led the state in rushing for teams that didn’t make the playoff. All of these thoughts were going through my head while I was bawling in my car after losing yet another game in which we held the lead twice in the last few minutes. The next morning I woke up and thought when is all this hard work going to pay off like I was told.

A military style summer educational school grants a controlled educational directed program that demonstrates to teenagers the industry standards to settle on better choices, test their physical and mental purposes of repression, and exemplify the estimations of appreciation, honor, and poise. The choices consolidate everything from military establishments to camps for teenagers at peril and preparing camp summer programs.

In Seventh grade, I was starting a new high school and was able to be carefree. I was able to slack off and get away with it. During my Seventh grade year, I was a happy. I was able to strive for straight A’s and still be stress free. I made new friends that understood me and I kept my friends close by. It was satisfying to know the environment around me and know my surroundings. As the years went by, I still continued to take the easy path. I wanted an easygoing school year where I didn’t have stress on my plate. Now, in my junior year of highschool, I have a bunch load of work and stress. Since I had reached high school, I needed more of a challenge. I needed something that would allow me to improve myself and become better. My parents had always told me that education was the key to a happy life. Receiving good grades and doing well would bring me happiness in the future. I had strived to become better and going through the many challenges that appeared was one of the obstacles that I had to

The summer adventure that consisted of two college students in a large city. It was an adventures that would allow friend that enjoy photographer to not only allow them to do what they love, but to also build the bond and explore the world together. This trip wasn’t something that was planned for a few months, but instead somehow happen over two weeks. In the beginning I felt that this was going to be another dream that would never come to reality, but it did. After stepping foot off the Delta flight at JFK, that is when I realize that we really did make this trip happen. Driving through the different burrows of New York really forced the gears in my head to start shifting as I would begin to think about what type of shot I was looking to take.

My favorite vacation, so far, is one I went on in September 2015 with my friends Alissa and Jaidah. We all share fandom interests. On the weekend of September 19, my brother went away to spend his birthday with my dad. My mom shook me awake and informed me I could bring two friends along to a room in the Dells that we would be occupying. Almost immediately I thought of the duo. I ran downstairs and texted both of them while packing a bag. They texted back not too long after, and I told them my mom and I would pick them up anywhere from 10-11 that Saturday morning. We picked up Alissa and she tried to direct us to Jaidah’s house, but she wasn’t thorough with her

During my school year in BYU-Hawaii, I had 3 semesters every year. Each year, 3 semesters would arrange differently that helped me with different situations. It was tiring at my first year at BYU-Hawaii, but I think the short gap created better knowledge and memory of the knowledge from past semester. For example, I studied Education 312 which is a class introduce and teach us how to write lesson plan in one semester, and I took two other education major for my next semester. Those two education classes required the knowledge of making lesson plan. Because the gap between first and second semester is very close, I can easily recall what I have learned in EDU 312 class in order to make lesson plan for my other two education classes.

Looking back now, I wish I had listened to my mom's advice earlier than just my last year of high school. Senior year basically hit me like a brick. I started to miss how life used to be. I want to be hanging out with my friends. Going on random food trips and even just doing what I wanted in that exact moment. If I wanted some ice cream, why wouldn’t I just drive myself right away?

I have never had trouble with any of my English or writing class in the past, I have always enjoyed classes where I was encouraged to be critical, or look at writings in a technical fashion. To look at the authors and identify the style of writing, what the writer was attempting to convey, what the theme of the writing was. They were all topics that I found interesting.

Over spring break I went to my grandma's and played with Haven. The next day my grandma had to go to an appointment.When she got home, we went out to eat at Big Bobbers.

I can still remember this past summer. I was chosen as an intern for a summer program called Horizons at Colorado Academy. My task was to educate and enrich children in six short weeks. I was prepared, knowing that I had taken various leadership roles over my lifetime. Yet I was still nervous at the task of working with a group of small children. My first day was perfect; it was a crisp, warm summer day. I met the teacher I would be working with, Ms. Kim, and anxiously waited for the buses filled with new faces. I met all of my new kids, and I connected with them instantly. We would have a long day ahead, starting with breakfast. We all walked to collect our breakfast for the day and headed down to the classroom when we were finished. This