Like most high school seniors, I felt I knew everything I needed to pass by life. The thought of college very rarely crossed my mind so after high school all I was thinking of was all I need to do now is find a job. I quickly found out finding a job isn’t as easy as everyone who tells you. When I did think of college, I kept telling myself “I think I should take a few years off from school to find work.” Boy was that the worse idea I ever had, and now I wish I could take it all back. Unlike most high school students I didn’t attend a normal class, I felt the teacher was going too slowly at times and there was never any stress from other Students.
All my life, I've been great in school; I've always been a leader, almost always the first in my class...until now. I don't know what got into me. I'm so angry at myself; I knew I should have studied harder. Ever since I was a little girl, I've dreamt of delivering my Valedictorian speech at Graduation...just like Mom, just like you, just like most of my cousins...now, my shot at being Valedictorian is pretty much over. I feel awful; I feel like I've disappointed everyone, including myself...Why didn't I try harder, I should have paid more attention to my grades.
I’m realizing it now one month before I am able to graduate. My actions were influenced by my teacher letting me pass with the bare minimum on essay. My high school English teacher was not effectively teaching me the necessary skills to pass my senior year. I disappointed in that I put myself in this situation but I did not anyone know because I wanted to make pass English without anyone helps. The rest of the day I started to think what happened in past year that affected my chance going to
In high school, I had a worse experience in not being a team player. Once in high school, I join the dance department as well and as the drill team as the only boy on our team. Being that I was a new member and the only guy, in my head I knew I had to be the best, and that exactly what I did I was in the front of every dance and everyone in the school and surrounding schools knew me and what I had worked so hard to be the best at. In becoming the best my head once again became big; I would blow off my school work and not care about my fellow classmates’ feeling and would make fun of them. Although I made fun of people, I still was able to stay on top as a drill team captain as well as a member on the all-city dance line.
Two years ago when I was 15, I suffered a spinal cord injury. I was at the top of my game,top of my class and top runner on the ski team.I do not want to sound too full of myself when I say I was "overwhelmed" with responses from the hottest guys but there he was H***** I never really had a boyfriend til then.We seem so perfect for each other I thought he was my soul mate. The night before I broke my back he said he loved me. So much for his being in love. Once I had licked my wounds and felt ready to try this again so i got back out there with what I thought were my true friends.
Little did I know that missing one practice on Labor Day would change everything. The day after Labor Day I arrived to school with rumors swirling from friends, and teammates that I am losing my starting position to one of the two guys the coaches were moving up from junior varsity to varsity. I brushed it off like it was nothing to me. Telling one of my teammates jokingly. “Yeah right if they do that to me I’ll quit and they will be begging me to come back.”
We ended up having the best dinosaur mural in the class, all the students had a feeling that my groups mural would get the best grade. I couldn’t wait to go home and tell my parents about what had happened in class that day, so I ran home as quick as I could to tell them the news that my groups drawing had gotten the best grade. After telling them the news, I asked my dad if I could join the track team, since he knows how well I’m doing in school. He replies “I guess so, but try not to get hurt”. I replied back, “don’t worry, I’ll be careful, I promise”.
The one place where you are independent and working towards a degree to qualify for better employment. But I always wonder if my academic struggles can come back to haunt me. During my senior year in high school, I was not able to take a math class because I already had enough math credits to graduate. So throughout the year, my math skills were becoming more vague than crystal clear. On the CUNY Math Assessment Test, my results came and they were horrible.
My freshman year, I took geometry as my math elective and I often corrected the teacher and got sarcastic remarks in return. I never did my homework because test in the class summed up to 70% of the grade, so I decided to get A’s on the test and pass, and I did. Science and English were the worst. All the experiments we did were strictly control; we would proceed with a step until the teacher allowed us to do so. And English has become a subject of intimidation, the reason being that in my four years of high school English; we watch so many movies that I did not learn proper writing skills and proper communication skills.
Brown 1 Jacob Brown Mrs. Wright ENC 1101 September 15, 2013 “Motivational Skills At The Finest” “ Brown! Are you going to join the Sneads High School FFA ? ” That one loud, demanding statement would affect my whole High School career. In stead of goofing around being loud and rambunctious, instead I was on track and motivated. My almost four awesome years of High School is because of my former FFA advisor Mr. Scurlock and his great loudly spoken motivational skills.