Senior Year Was a Waste When most people think of their senior year many thoughts come to their minds like: prom, homecoming, the sports they participated in, and friends that they loved to go out with. Although, these activates were enjoyable, they did not teach me anything. I think my senior year was a waste. Senior year was a waste of time because there are not many new lessons learned, and the few lessons that are taught you have to learn over in college. Academics in the last year of high school are pushed to the end of the list of importance; therefore, it makes academics unimportant.
I think the CAHSEE is out of the question, there's already other tests in the end of year to make sure we're learning. When I first heard of the CAHSEE test, I didn't take it as seriously. I didn't believe that my high school career depended all on a test. I know my cousin took prep classes which she didn't take so serious but ended up passing, in her first try. She is pretty smart and she says it was easy just some questions were
This is what makes me confident in myself that college will not test my skills, but rather help them shine. I had faced pressure before the start of my junior year in high school. My friends, family and teachers all told me about how hard and important this year was going to be and also that this was the year I had to prepare for the SATs. The
Most of his teachers believed he was unteachable, except his science teacher, Mrs. Boswell. Later, Leigh Anne and Sean Tuohy, parents of another Wingate student, took him in and provided him with a loving home, hired a tutor to help him improve his grades, and went all out to help him be successful at football. With the help of the tutor Michael
He did not make his junior high basketball ball team, and just barely made the junior varsity team as a sophomore. Although, he couldn’t make varsity, he worked as hard as he could to make it the next year. He felt very achieved when he made the team is junior year and was a starter his senior year. Even though Bill was not
For many years I was scared to go to college because I thought I wasn’t college material. Hearing Capitan Mark Kelly speak about being an underachiever, and a “not so great” student really helped me see that light at the end of the tunnel. When final build up the courage with in myself, I enrolled into San Jacinto College. The only thing that stood in the way was that standardize test. I had to take the entry exam after five years of not being in school.
Taking Mat090 has been a major accomplishment in my life. I graduated high school in 1989 and never pursued a college education. I was offered scholarships to out of state schools, but did not accept because I had a child a little too early in life. Instead of attending college I needed to provide for my family by working a full time job. While I have had a pretty successful career thus far I know that not having a degree has held me back from reaching my full potential.
That promise I made to myself last year was the motivation I thought I needed for the best school year. Looking back now, I realize maybe my focus was way off the charts. Instead of my goal being academics, and college, it was boys, social circles, and what you wore. Well, Sophomore year has no mercy when it came to focusing. I guess, when you really want something that you think will make your life better your willing to sacrifice or put away other things that our actually way more important.
I see not panoramic, but in tunnel vision; my prize is at the end and I continue walking until I reach it. Who I am in high school might be described by the terms; leader, overachiever, teacher‘s pet, smart, and “Most Likely to Succeed.” The ironic thing is that most are happy to label me that way, and thankful they are not categorizing themselves. I’m the type of person who understands that each of us has something different to offer this big world. From the color of their room, who they are in high school, and who they wish to be; all applicants are unbelievably unique. The class clown may have no drive to escape this 4-mile wide town, and the Homecoming Queen is content with attending the local community college.
During my Junior year in high school, I experienced an immense change that reversed my entire perception on why I ran Cross Country as a sport. I was always mediocre at best when it came to running. But in the fall of my Junior year, I realized I could be much more than what I had ever perceived. My coach constantly trained me to my ability everyday, to no avail, or so it seemed. My first couple of races within the season had been tolerable for my standards.