When I first entered St. Charles High School I felt out of place. Almost as if I wasn't supposed to be there. Everyone else seemed to be adults towering over me. As the bell rang to go to first period, I walked very quickly to my first class so I would not be late. I was very nervous but also very excited to start a new chapter of my life. As I look back on freshman year it was very eventful but also a learning experience that I will never forget. As the first few weeks passed of my first year of high school, I began to find my place. I somewhat knew where I was going but I still had to look at my schedule to see what classroom I was going to. The first class I had was civics and that was where I met my favorite teacher, Mr. Freeman. Mr. Freeman and I have previously met due to my older sister throwing discus and shot put on the track team. Civics was one of my favorite classes because I always was interested in government and Mr. Freeman’s humor made the class enjoyable. As the weeks passed I noticed a huge difference between middle school and high school. In middle school the teachers seemed to baby you because you were “young,” but in high school, they treated you like you were adults and you had more responsibilities. I was looking forward to the new responsibilities because it would keep me busy and would also help me learn. As we approached winter, football season began. I was very excited because I heard we had a good team compared to previous years. On one
Yes, everyone has their stories and their tales and I have mine. Out of the plenty stories that I have experienced and lives through, my elementary experience was are still is, my most memorable and crucial story of my life. It all started like any other kid’s story back in elementary school: woke up, get dropped off, learned something new, get picked up, do homework, sleep, and repeat. For me, it was slightly different and when I mean different, I mean lonely. Once I entered class, everyone was wild and someone had to say something to talk about and for me, I didn’t have anyone to go to. Once I wanted to speak to someone, I didn’t know how to start a conversation with them because how shy I was, and I didn’t know what to say that would interest them or relate to what they were saying. Since class actually started, everyone had to step down and do what they’ve been told by a superior power, who could make or break our day in a matter of minutes. When it was time for recess, that's when everyone started to become who they are, through actions with and to others on the playground with little to no supervision by adults. I had no one to go to and no where to stay, so I kept walking around the playground until the bell rung. Then we had to get through class and went home to end the day. One day was different and changed my little childhood life. During recess, a group of kids decided to come up to me and talk to me, even offered to join
Watching my brothers graduate from college and move to far-off locations, doing interesting, fulfilling work and having exciting lives filled me with envy. On Sundays when they would load up their new cars to drive back to their jobs in neighboring states, I wished I could go along, just to hang out in one of their apartments and see what life was like on my own. Monday arrived too soon, like a rocket powered by the most potential caffeine and urgency imaginable, and I was back to school. I could hardly wait to get through my own classes at the local university and get out on my own, with them. One lived in San Diego and despite the reputation of California of being expensive to live in, he had somehow found an apartment that was less than many in our home city. With the goal of moving to the same apartment building as my brother, I was galvanized on finishing the school year as quickly as I could and moving out to San Diego to spend the summer with him. I envisioned we'd have a great time together.
At this spring semester, there is one of the most essential classes that I have taken at ASU which called ENG 194, Academic Writing in English taught by Professor Zhao. As I said, I am taking WAC, Introduction to Academic Writing, at the same time which is also a class about writing. However, compared with WAC, this ENG class concentrates more on practices, experiences gaining knowledge instead of grammar, vocabulary, and other writing techniques. Even though there is exclusively one class on each Wednesday I learned a portion of useful knowledge and skills on pragmatic writing through this semester, such as sending emails, interviewing as well as presentations, job applications and so on.
High school is an educational and eye-opening place for adolescents and young adults, and is ultimately the last checkpoint some people have before they transition into the adult world. After high school, students are often expected to completely fend for themselves. The transition for many students is complicated and confusing. For this reason, one series of high school experiences I have had that stick out clearly in my mind as a step away from my childish behaviors to my more adult-like ones are my interactions with my tenth grade history teacher, Mr. Hadaway. Mr. Hadaway was one of my greatest teachers, and without his inspiration and motivation, I probably would not have achieved much of what I have managed to accomplish today.
The ideal high school experience is a relaxing and fun environment in which students get straight A’s and move on to achieve their dreams. Well that is not even necessarily close. High school today is full of stressed out students pulling their hair out each night trying to maintain passing grades so that they can get into a college, yet the worst part is that that is not all they have to stress about. Most high school students have jobs or co curricular activities that they attend immediately following the school day. Those activities bring on more stress, yet students are asked to complete lengthy tasks that tear into their free time. Students go through so many things in their daily lives, yet they are constantly drug down by the
I remember like it was yesterday entering my first official year of school. I had so many expectations now that I think about how I envisioned school would be. I always knew I was a fast learner and I was very confident in everything I did. I already knew from a young age what my strong points were and also what my weaknesses were. English was so much fun for me I enjoyed writing, reading and learning new words. Besides math being my kryptonite I wasn’t a very neat or clear writer. I always knew what I wanted to say but could never quite translate it through a pencil and paper. My teacher Mrs. Jones made my first experience the best one I ever had. She made my academic life so much easier to maneuver through. Mrs. Jones was such an amazing
I hope to contribute my diverse experience in working with different age groups from preschool through first-year college students. In addition, I would like to share my perspective from being a first-generation Mexican-American. As a product from Los Angeles Unified School District and attending an urban high school, James A. Garfield High School, in East Los Angeles, I want to share my personal experience attending an under-resourced and overpopulated public high school. Also, I will be able to provide my personal experience in my community as well as share my cultural and family expectations as a Latina woman. I hope to share my knowledge and understanding of different school districts and communities I have worked with aside from my own.
On the other hand the first statement I choose that exemplifies my life experience is “I feel attracted and drawn or called to a spiritual journey” (Atchley, 2009, p. 64). There may be a stage in an individual’s life where they can be unfulfilled with the direction of their personal trajectory. I genuinely believe that the contemporary main-stream society we reside in places too much emphasis upon the pursuit/accumulation of material possessions, endeavoring to maintain a youthful appearance, the acceptance of self-indulgence and completely removing God from our daily lives. I perceive that without engaging in God’s will and by assisting one another an individual can attain meaning and purpose in their life. In addition by aiding other people who may need assistance an individual is not primarily contemplating upon their problems but instead placing the cares and concerns of others before their own. The class literature articulated that: “something happens to create an opening, an invitation that may come in many forms: an experience that suggests we are not who were though we were, feeling homesick for a place we don’t recall being before or an experience of an alternative universe in our consciousness” (Atchley, 2009, p. 64). Therefore people that have converted to Christianity may perceive that this physical plane is not their long-term residence and that it is a temporary destination and our permanent home is residing with God in heaven for all eternity. I believe
I have had the great opportunity to be apart of a great program and class at college. Most of us who are going to become teachers know about this class and the required 80 hours of volunteering at a middle school for a semester. I was eager to volunteer, because I have experience in working with middle school kids. The school I work for, has prepared me to handle school aged kids, so I was relying on my background to carry me though the semester at a new Middle school.
Any senior right now will honestly ask themselves how they could have possibly made it this far knowing how stressful high school can be. To finally come to this point in my life it feels amazing. Many seniors have their own way of making it to this place in time. I will give the reader my advice and thoughts on how to make the most of your life in high school.
It is always good to desire. Desire a change, a new beginning, a new option.
Introduction There are pictures of me in dresses at five, six, and seven years old and wearing dog prints, denim, and velvet. Did I choose these? I do not remember ever being attracted to skirts and tights. When I was eight, I wore a pair of shorts that my mother had given me. They were bright red and a size large. I remember this because it was such a big deal to me. Girls on television did not wear a size large.
Friday, September 13, 2013 was the worst involvement ever why? My mother's decreased on this day about 4 decrepitude ago. She decreased from an asthma attack furthermore, it’s not a light of day that I don’t absence my mother. The tenacious part for my brother and I was when we first realize she had decreased even though I was still youthful and still in the schoolhouse, but I knew my enthusiasm was about to constitute due to losing my mom will modify the way I examine the indicate .
I remember saying to myself one day I 'm going to ask everyone who knows me what would they say if they had to describe me. I was so shocked when I got the same answer from everyone. “Well, you 're very pretty…,” they’d say with a long pause. It caused me to think, Wow, is that all I am? Is that all I have to offer?
During my high-school, I underwent a brief training in C programming language. I was very fascinated by the power of the constructs of a computer language and the intelligence it can build into a machine. Intrigued, I went on to explore further, reading magazines and choosing subjects in curriculum related to Computers. This introduced me to the relevance and extensive use of this machine in our day-to-day lives and so I decided to pursue my undergraduate degree in Computer Science. Following my under graduation, I joined the Information Technology sector. It’s been three years now that I have been working with one of the leading IT services companies in India as a Senior Systems Engineer. Now I feel, I should advance my knowledge (hone my skills) in the field of computers to advance my career and am hence applying for the MS program in Computer Science at … University.