He suffered from a bursa on his kneecap which is very painful from his knee hitting the mat constantly. He would also go and fail English 11 due to a corrupted teacher and so called plagiarized decades project. He went to summer school and passed the test telling what needed to learn the first week. There wasn’t anything he really needed to learn so they just gave him extra work so the money he paid wouldn’t be wasted. He also kept up with his exercising daily along with doctor appointments for his left
Tryouts began after school on a beautiful Monday afternoon. Instantly, I realized the skill of this team was way above what I had been accustomed to. For the first time, I began to feel unsure of my talent. The list was posted every morning following try outs. Every day I woke up and rushed to school with the anticipation that my name would not be there.
I was so excited because it was my first real job, and I had a friend from school that worked there also, her name’s Jessiee. Jessiee’s co-workers called her “hipster”, for good reason. She couldn’t have weighed over 100 pounds and dyed her hair an unhealthy amount of times a month. When she wasn’t working she had plugs in her ears and many piercings. I’ve went to school with her since we were in the seventh grade.
The Ultimate Decision Jazmin N. Haskett Eng 121: English Composition I Joyce Pierce-Yamahata 10/15/12 The Ultimate Decision October 27, 2011 was one of the most exciting days of my life. I completed a six month therapeutic community drug program. I was extremely happy that Tuesday morning, but when I stepped through the doors of a halfway house with no clue of how I was going to re-integrate back into society a chill went down my spine. I was broke and my self-esteem was in the basement. Two weeks later, I decided that in order for me to make “good” money, upgrade my skills, and begin a career; I needed to return to college.
He wakes up the next morning and was obviously changed by one event doubting the sincereity in everyone around him. It effected him for the rest of his life. It is hard to tell whether this was a dream or not, but it impacted him enough for him to think a certain way even into his old age. Young Goodman Brown always amazed me because the first time I read it was in 2001 during my 8th grade English class. Tomorrow is September 11th and will be eleven years since that tragic Tuesday morning.
I also made life-long friendships, and I am still meeting new people at our meetings that we have during the school year. The summer before my junior year of high school I attended my 10-day residential Junior Conference at Christian Brothers University. Entering the program I had mixed feelings because I was so excited to meet new people, but at the same time I was extremely nervous because I had no idea what I was getting myself into.
Liz Gomez English 101 Mr. Tafarella 3/9/11 On Monday of last week I woke up with the biggest headache ever and believe me I was not ready to go to class but I really didn’t want to miss the video that Mr. Tafarella was going to show us, so I got up, got ready and decided I had nothing to lose and I went to class. Once at school we had a lot of trouble trying to get the video to work and finally there it was; the most interesting subject I could have ever come across “Jonestown” To tell you the truth at first I was a little bit confused because I had never heard of this story, but once the documentary got going I was not able to take my eyes off of it. After the documentary ended I realized I wanted to know even more. I mean, I couldn’t
senior essay Ignorance Killed With A Lense Ignorance is bliss. A phrase I have come across continuously through out my life but never truly understood the true meaning of until I sat down one Thursday afternoon on September 11 in my tenth grade Modern World History class . I watched the HBO documentary that would give me the motivation to rid the excuse of ignorance and enlighten people through the art of video by becoming a filmmaker and documentary photographer. As ritual on this day, I and my peers shared a moment of silence at the beginning of class to commemorate the innocent who lost their lives in the tragedies of 9/11. Although I was alive and well during the terrorist attack I vaguely remember the details like one would vaguely remember a dream after they have already woken up, but as soon the play was pressed I was faced with the cut throat reality of 9/11.
Like most people who were old enough at that time, September 11th is a day that I vividly remember to this day. I remember exactly where I was when I found out about these attacks, what I saw and heard on that day, and how it made me feel. On the morning of September 11th, I was sitting in my fifth grade class when I first heard about the events that were taking place. I remember another school staff member running into our class and telling my teacher what was happening. We didn’t have a cable connection in our classroom so my teacher lined my classmates and I up to move to another classroom.
It was not until my Sunday school teacher told me that "Everyone falls sometime in life; it is the strong and determined that will get back up and start over again". From that very moment I did my best at whatever I did, whether school, sports, or being a leader. The second time I repeated the 7th grade I achieved A/B honor roll the entire year. Due to my accomplishment, the principal offered me the opportunity of being placed in my correct grade. Though this was a wonderful opportunity I decided to decline the offer.