This story starts out when I was in 2nd Grade I was a popular kid until this new kid came to my school he bullied me he would call me names, “hey you ugly …..” I don’t want to mention the words he said yeah he cussed at me . Then I was in 3rd Grade I wasn’t cool anymore everyone just started to hate me every now and then another person was bullying me they would all say, “Hey weirdo nobody likes you!” I cried all the time but you know that just gave them reasons to bully me. Then I was in 4th
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This experience takes me back to third grade when I used to catch the school bus every day at 7:40 am. Every day I would get up at 6:30 am, get ready and then go out of the house a few minutes early to wait for the bus. Once I get on the bus I put on my headphones so I can tune everyone out. The bus carries kids from Kindergarten through fifth grade. Every day the bus was very loud and sometimes dangerous. I would glance to one side of the bus and see kids flying out of their seats, boys fighting
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Throughout the first half of my high school career, I definitely would describe myself as a follower. I went along with whatever my friends did just to try to “fit in”. This all changed as I entered my junior year of high school. One day at field hockey practice, a few senior girls invited some of my friends and I to a party that they were having that night. I knew that there would be alcohol there and I knew it was not a good idea. Most of my friends were excited to be invited to a party with
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Back in Oregon I was happy to be there. Sure during the time I stayed there it would always rain there until the summer but I was still happy there. I had great friends, I was going to a new and fun school and it was great. But then one day I was forced to move away from there near the end of the school year. When I knew I was moving I was so sad to move away from my friends and they would probably miss me as much as I would miss them. I remember very well how it happened; like it was yesterday
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Freshman year can be overwhelming. We’re fourteen year olds being launched into a completely new world. If it was not for marching band, I would still be lost. Joining the Eaton High School Marching band gave my spot in this school. Everyone finds their little niche in high school, and mine is band. I entered high school already knowing about fifty people because of summer band camps, and I never went through the awkward, “Where am I going to sit?” question. I had upperclassmen friends whom I still
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Since I have started high school, many things have changed, but many stay maintainable. I have changed physically, I have furthered in maturity, and I have both struggled and strived to academic work. Everyone who has gone through high school would agree with these changes, but everyone experiences and endures their own battles. Exactly how have these changes I’ve gone through in high school affected me? As a child, I was always thin regardless of all the unhealthy things I ate. My mother use to
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goal my entire high school year was to receive a 4.0. I finally achieved that my senior year, but prior to that I was faced with difficult obstacles that restrained me from achieving this outcome. I was apart of danceline since 9th grade, which took up a lot of my time. On average 10-15 hours a week practicing with about 15 competitions on the weekend that required traveling. We would practice for a couple hours after school everyday, and sometimes we would have practice before school and during our
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experience, it was difficult challenge that I am glad I was able to complete. However, I believe that my academic path throughout high school has been even more challenging. High school is a learning experience for all students. However, unlike many Virginian high schoolers, I feel that I am academically prepared for college as a student within the Commonwealth Governor’s School, an extremely vigorous program for some of the top students in
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Throughout my high school career, I realized how enlightening and informative it was to be a leader. I continually put myself in these leadership positions starting in tenth grade where I took a chance and became project leader of a small engineering group. It was my first experience with engineering and with entrepreneurship (aside from my childhood days of futilely selling chocolate at a school bake sale). I was initially naïve when it came to the leadership position; I did not truly know how to
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private school. In that school, there were around 20 kids in a grade (all in all about 200 between pre-kindergarten and 8th grade). Everyone had fairly the same beliefs, values, and overall character where I was pretty much the “same as everyone else”. After 8th grade, my parents decided that I was going to go to high school in a different school district all together. This meant that I was going from my class of about 19 to a class of about 219. I dreaded every moment of preparing for high school and
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blame it on someone else other than me. As I grew up it became a lot worse, I never wanted to take responsibility for my own actions. Either if was failing a class or just stupid nonsense I could never take responsibility. This continued up to high school. I was just flat out never accountable for my actions until really the middle of 9th grade. Around the time Ms. Egan came along is when I really started to develope this growth mindset where i would sit down and tell myself “ Mark nobody else is
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Entering ninth grade, my transition into high school was a little rough. At the age of fourteen when my parents separated, it did not affect me emotionally. Although, the living situation did. With having to wake up at five am to take four buses from my dad’s house to school, made it difficult to adapt to the workload from school and balance my extracurriculars on the side. In my culture, the oldest child is expected to help out the most in their household. This idealism applied to me since freshman
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far larger and bigger than me. The boy started to push me around, but left to do something else. Later on he came back, but he threw a basketball at my face three times. After I got back home from school, I didn’t want to go to school again. No matter how much I pleaded my parents still made me go to school. After that I was not only bullied because i was short, I was also bullied because I didn’t know the alphabet, couldn’t read, and spell my own name. Few years later I went into second grade, wishing
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I can say that my life transitions did not play out as I once expected them to do when I was in my teens. As a teenager, my plans were to graduate high school, pursue a college degree, stabilize within a career, marriage, then finally start a family. That was my planned trajectory, and it was seen as appropriate in the social eye. These roles as a student, worker, wife, and finally a parent were age-graded transitions that were considered as a proper order of life transitions. As no one can predict
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When I entered high school, I only had the small dream of becoming a leader in the student body at my high school. However, I never could have anticipated the amount of involvement I would have in student leadership not only in my school, but also in my local area and my state. I now serve as not only a member of the Sartell High School Student Council, but also as President of both the Central Minnesota Association of Student Councils (CMASC) and the Minnesota Association of Student Councils (MASC)
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exactly what I was doing. Anyone passing could feel the raging tension as the school counselor escorted me and two others down the hallway because he thought a fight was going to break out. Walking into the manly decorated counselor's office, Mr. Thorpe sat on the right side of me with the other two students, Maddie and Brooke, facing us. We were having a discussion on why angry steam was blowing out of my ears in the school cafeteria. Brooke had been bullying Maddie about her matted hair and stained
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Columbine High School Shooting I walk to school, the day is April 20th 1999. When I arrive the principle, Frank DeAngelis awaits me and my classmates. It’s around 8:30 and I head to math class. After our teacher Mr. Sanders, was talking and talking until the point I almost fell asleep. It's 10:00 and I look around everyone seems really bored, I was actually pretty bored myself. At 10:59, when class ended I have study hall in the library. I’m sitting at the table finishing up my math homework when
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with me all through high school. There I was in freshman year of high school with pottery as my only honors. And all I could think about was that he was right. My grades from middle school were mediocre, but that was not gonna stop me from trying. Furthermore my main motivation to go against what this teacher had said was my parents. Knowing that they both sacrifice so much for me to go to school, I wanted to push beyond what that teacher said. My father had to leave school and start working at
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My soccer team at the chance of winning the high school soccer league in the final had a pessimistic altitude. We met the best team in the school as most people said because they had many outstanding players. My team, however, did not have any remarkable player; we just had a solitary unity. Before the match, I – the captain of the team said to all of my team that we needed to stay positive and to stand together if we wanted to won this tournament. Then, I showed them the weaknesses and the strengths
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working, smart, athletic, and intelligent student. I would prefer my major accomplishments to include satisfying grades, as well as doing excellent in sports. I want people to be inspired by my accomplishments. Some impacts I want to initiate on the school and even the world are making classrooms better-learning environments and designing buildings and mansions for people as an architect in the future. To me, success looks like doing what you love and being grateful while doing it. If I were to leave
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Growing up my high school years were my greatest achievements and worst struggles. I stayed home from school most days due to anxiety. When I was at school I was always in my counselor’s office. Mrs. Watson, my high school counselor, always left the door unlocked for me. That room became my safe place when I couldn’t handle school itself. I started going to Huron High School my sophomore year. Moving from Arizona to Michigan to be with family was a difficult move. My sophomore year I started dating
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It was the summer of 2005 after high school graduation. Myself and two of my high school friends were setting off to the Caribbean without any parents. We had purchased a senior graduation package for the grand trip and the day had finally come. We were a bunch of teenagers girls on the loose. Once in the Bahamas the parties seemed to have started immediately. The air was humid which made it more hot than usual. My friends and I made sure to take advantage of the beach that was not to far from
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I never expected my Junior Year of high school to turn out like it had. My school, Columbine High, was all over the news. When I had arrived to school on that dreadful Tuesday morning, everyone was warned through the television monitors that ¨today is not a good day to be here¨ (West). Many people were confused, myself included; many were also worried about what was going to happen. There had been warning signs that could have prepared us for the day. ¨April 20, 1999¨ was crossed out on the calendars
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Most kids have an experience with lice during their elementary school years, especially girls. Little did I know, my first encounter with these tiny bugs in my hair happened at a point in my freshmen year of high school. The first memory I have of high school is having an itchy head. I thought nothing of it. I was used to having an irritated scalp, due to my unusually thick, coarse hair. About a month into the school year, I started to become concerned as to why this itch wouldn’t leave my head
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“High school sucks, you are going to hate it,” my cousin, a senior at the time, told me a week before my first day of ninth grade. My fourteen year old timid self was a nervous wreck, having heard nothing but bad things about the next four years of my life. How could I possibly prepare for this? Was it true? Am I really going to hate high school? As I walked through the halls on my first day of ninth grade, struggling to find my classes and wondering who I am going to sit with at lunch, being that
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As I walked to school, I was fascinated by the smell that clouded the air since this smell was the smell from four years ago when I entered my freshman year. Immediately, memories of myself flowed through my mind as I remember the journey that I chronicled starting from my birth all the way to the present. In this journey, I thought that my transition from middle school to high school was the most important. When someone thinks about their transition from middle school to high school, they usually
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hard times and deal with it differently. Going to college as a first-time student is a hard transition, if you have never taken a course in high school that you had to give your full attention towards even with taking many other courses. College classes have much more expectations for their class than your typical high school class. My transition from high school to college had a really hard toll on me because I never thought it would give me this many problems from the very first day until the last
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Like other teenage bullies in high schools, Evan liked to bully fragile looking nerds in his school with his bully friends. Each of them had one person they like to intimidate and steal lunch money from. He himself especially liked to pick on a huge nerd named Bill by pushing him hard on to the ground and laugh hysterically. He also enjoyed engaging in a lot of fights against other muscular boys to show his toughness and to look superior. From his outer appearance, he seems skinny and weak, which
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of your intellectual strengths so that you can use it to find success in high school. Section Big Idea What you can start this week... Discuss your selected Multiple Intelligence and your goals for the future Choose: • a specific problem • one Multiple Intelligence • a target audience • an essential question • a project goal Start writing 1st Draft of Intro The Introduction Use personal narrative to explore your Continue the Self-Investigations from Week 1. Reflect on
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on her high school experience as one of few African American students at George Washington High School. Through the use of anecdotes, Angelou creates an emotional appeal in her message, which builds a connection with the reader. Although Maya “was Black and therefore different”, Maya reveals in a story from her past Miss Kirwin does not treat her any different than anyone else; she simply says “correct” when Maya answers right, similarly with “every other student” (213). At her new school, Maya enjoys
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