losing games in high school built perseverance in me. Playing basketball at West Creek High School was one of the hardest teams I have ever played for. I was the most experienced player on the team. Our varsity team was made up of 4 seniors and I was the only one committed to go to a college. I can think of times when I had to pull the team together because we were down in the game and we did not know how to overcome adversity. Our in-town rival was Kenwood High School, the school is on the same road
are continually growing our school system remains the same. As of today, there are seven middle schools and seven high schools, but the number of elementary schools is triple that amount and continuing to grow. Without schools expanding to match their growing communities, areas are getting re-zoned, teachers are being overwhelmed, and students are being left behind in the school system. However, if Clarksville Montgomery County School Systems (CMCSS) built another school in the expanding populated
ideals are present. Each classroom may use them in different ways, but they are all around the school system. In each classroom visited during TE-100 democracy was alive. Each school proudly displayed a true democratic atmosphere from the large, diverse hallways of Grand Island Senior High, the colorful, friendly rooms of Holdrege Middle School, or the fun, interactive feel of Kenwood Elementary. In each school, students of all types were all given amazing democratic environments to learn and grow in
would be a better use of time if we turned gyms into classrooms, and used all the money going into P.E. equipment into more/better school supplies or give our teachers better pay. Everyone knows on the inside that things like math and science are more important than running around 45 minutes every other day. So we need to decide what should really be a part of a school day. Not running around a track. When we all get older we aren't going to keep or want to keep these healthy habits because the majority
court. Now I am finally in high school playing hard teams and figuring out what the next team to beat it, and rub it in everyone’s face that we won. Boom, is the sound of the car door closing as I am on my way to volleyball practice, on this August evening. I plug my pink charger into my Kenwood radio at that same time I plug my white iPhone 5 in. I get my phone connected to my Bluetooth Audio so I can play music as I drive a whole five minutes to get to the high school. I put on the new Liam Payne
father pulled me from the program, I decided to go back to school. Devastated about missing my high school senior year, friends, and graduation, I returned. Ashamed to go back to my previous high school, I discovered an alternative campus. That spared me explaining where I was the past year. Everyone I knew was either in my graduating class or the class ahead of me. They would all be gone now. My diploma would come from my parent school, but it would read the following year's date. Graduation for
I will treat these students as if they will eventually change perspectives, even if they never do. Treating all students with respect, I believe that having high expectations and recognizing each student’s positive potential will contribute greatly to the students I teach. My performance as a teacher is also very important. I believe in continually reflecting on my teaching practices and improving them
me, as I grow older. My version of society is white middle class people who grow up going to catholic schools. These white middle class people are only associated with other white middle class people, and very seldom venture out of this little society. As stupid as that sounds to not associate with other people it is true. The reason this is true is because of where I live, where I go to school, and who my friends are. I guess it is just like
Personal Writing: The Evaluation of My Coaches Throughout my high school basketball career I experienced several different coaches. Every new coach brought a different approach to coaching. The varying techniques of coaching brought about different attitudes and expectations during practices and games. I found that during practice, coaches had either the nice-guy or the drill sergeant approach. They also had different methods of coaching during and after the games
that I was bothered by; it was that I did not know one living soul for hundreds of miles and all I wanted was a friend. Two days into the summer after sophomore year at Governor Mifflin High School in the little town of Shillington Pennsylvania I would find out the worse news that a