sophomore life essay

Sophomore year was a year of change, tough decisions, and many hardships. My parents had just gotten back together from what felt like an endless six months of separation. Their marriage was still rocky as well as my trust in my dad. While it seemed as if my life was starting to fall back into place, I was hit with a major curveball. My dad had lost his job causing instability in an already unsteady family. After a few months of searching my dad found a job. Except, his new job would take us to Grand

My life had numerous of bumps and swerves but lately I have been struggling with school. Sometimes school may stress me out time to time, which causes me to shut down during and after classes. In elementary and middle school it was 100s after 100s as far as my grades, but once I had reached high school it gradually got worse. As of now, I am a junior that is taking A.P. (advance placement) classes and dual courses, then I get bombarded with assignments left and right. Freshmen year was simple and

Parents take their time to ensure their children are capable of living on their own away from the safety net of home. For example, being capable of doing their own laundry, making food without burning anything, simple tasks like these. After suffering through a year of school “food” it is fair to say that some students would rather use their skills that their parents taught them, like cooking, than having to suffer through another year of bland Sodexo food here at the University of New Haven. Partial

Freshman year my life philosophy was “Don’t lose yourself trying to be everything to everyone.” Freshman year is like a whole new beginning for everyone. It is when everyone starts fresh. It's not always the best start for some though. Most girls try to fit in and impress the boys and upperclassmen, when they should be trying to impress themselves. I can’t say much because I tried to fit in. I tried to get involved in clubs and sports and people I shouldn’t be hanging around. I learned that none

state, a completely different climate, school, and worst of all: completely different people. Much of my freshman and sophomore years were spent trying to establish new relations with my classmates. By sophomore year, my social life had improved and had a stable group of friends. Despite securing relationships socially, I was irresponsible in my schooling. In the middle of sophomore year, I faced an education crisis. My first semester GPA added up to a mere 2.8. Some blame could be placed on being

A few years ago, a high school student named Reid was seemingly on top of the world. Reid was a sophomore at a renowned private Catholic High School. Reid was very intelligent and combined with his determined work ethic, was a straight “A” student. In addition, Reid was a gifted athlete having made the varsity basketball team as a freshman and starting on that team as a sophomore. To those that did not know Reid, he was a lucky kid, someone who had it all. Maybe even someone they wish they could

One distinct time in my life where I experienced the hero’s journey would be my transition to university. I am from Harrisburg, PA, which is a bit over 3 hours away from Pittsburgh, making it far enough but not too far. I had been in Pittsburgh prior to starting college at Duquesne, and knew that I wanted to go to a school in Pittsburgh since it was far better than my hometown. However, getting there was not easy, I applied to almost every school in the area and got accepted to 3 of them, ultimately

Sophomore year. Worst year of my life. I’m not even going to surecoat it. It was terrible. The only thing that was going good for me was school. I excel or CAN. My mom was getting bad again. I had to juggle cheer, dance, school, my mom, and my baby sister all at once. I was stressed to the max. I got through it surprisingly. On the brink. It was hell. One person, out of the entire world helped me through everything. My boyfriend. He, I would consider my “real” boyfriend. He helped me through a lot

train in the offseason to prepare for the upcoming season. I had constant thoughts about quitting and focusing all the free time i would have as a result on my school work, but eventually I decided I would stick it out and hope for the best. As my sophomore season approached I had regained most of my lost muscle in my leg and had once again secured a starting spot on the JV team. Then during summer workouts, only

developed during my time in cross country is work ethic and leadership. There was no end to the lessons I learned and the progress I made in four years of cross country. Those are the lessons that stick with me and will continue to shape me as I go through life. It all started when I was a freshman in high school showing up to summer practices. The running part was no problem but I eventually began noticing how the seniors didn’t take much notice of any of the freshmen, myself included. These seniors weren’t