Brennan High School has a level system five being the best one being the worst. The only time I was ever on level five was my junior year. Junior year was a little bit better for me except I went to another psych ward for the third time I was definitely my worst enemy. I was there for depression and anxiety also suicidal thoughts, and that was the first year I’ve ever cut myself. I don’t remember why I cut myself but it made me feel better that I was causing my own pain and in those moments I felt relieved that no one else was hurting me but myself.
Straight / sleek hair, pretty little nose and sexy lips. The best of all, she has beautiful breasts, something emphasized a lot in the movie. She is so perfect from the belly and up that even as the movie continues and her belly starts growing no one notices. What was so special for me in this movie was the ability of making me laugh every time. For example, having a hang-over Alison wakes up with the spectacle of Ben's ass.
Easy Doesn’t Seem So Easy They said it was going to be easy, that I was going to enjoy Advance Placement Psychology. I guess it doesn’t always work like that for everyone. It was the last quarter of my junior year in high school, registration week. You could feel the stress linger upon every junior as they frantically searched for classes they would take their senior year. Each junior trying to make the perfect schedule for a perfect year, all deciding whether a cruise class or an advance placement was right for them.
Part 1 At one point in high school my grades were below par which didn’t really make my parents happy. They decided to enroll me into a tuition center where may other kids take tuitions during the school holiday. One week in, I didn’t have a single friend, probably because I’ve always been a really shy person. I sat outside reading before my morning class. I looked up and noticed this girl was moving towards me, she engaged into conversation with me and then told me she thought I was real good looking and that definitely was an ego booster, she then suddenly left and I never saw her again because that was my last summer school class.
My ninth grade was pretty cool until the last week of school I let my mouth get the best of me and said some things that I really should’ve not said and because I did I earned the next semester at the alternative school. When school started back I was very sad because I had to go to the “bad” school with all the “bad” kids and I was very nervous. Once I got there it was pretty cool and I really enjoyed it because the classes were smaller and you got more one on one help. My grades went up and my mom decided that I should spend the rest of the year there, which really messed me up because they did not offer any elective classes only the basics . My eleventh grade year was also a disaster because of the struggle of passing my biology state test and I was really distracted and just wanted to go back to the alternative school but my mom and the principle would not send me back.
The effects of NCLB affected everyone, whether you were at the top of your class or toward the bottom. To those of us who experienced the affects if NCLB first hand, it seemed like the students who put in the least amount of effort got rewarded the same things that the students putting in hours of work got. I asked my good friend Casey Collins, who attends University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, if she felt that NCLB was affective she said, “In all seriousness it was passed to help those who were behind get back on their feet, but it never took into account why all of these students were doing poorly in the first place. It's not effective in the fact that these kids are now moving forward but still don’t have the knowledge to do so. It also holds back the kids who work hard to succeed.” Many of the people I asked agreed in some way with Casey.
I was not surprised, but very disappointed when I received notification of my Academic Probation. I met with the Dean and explained the situation to him as well. My first year at the University of Richmond proved to be a very difficult experience for me and my grades suffered as a result. I am certainly not attempting to make excuses for my poor academic performance, but would like to explain the circumstances. As a freshman, I understood that the rigors of taking 18hrs credit hours of class work would be challenging.
Also two of my brothers still went to this school with this address on file. I was pretty much fed up with high school at that point. So I got my GED a few years later. School has been hard for me since but I am finally getting past it. I cannot even picture where I would be in life right now.
The rest of the morning passed in about the same fashion. My Trigonometry teacher, Mr. Varner, who I would have hated anyway just because of the subject he taught, was the only one who made me stand in front of the class and introduce myself. I stammered, blushed, and tripped over my own boots on the way to my seat. After two classes, I started to recognize several of the faces in each class. There was always someone braver than the others who would introduce themselves and ask me questions about how I was liking Forks.
It felt like my peers were better than me because it seemed like they put a lot of thought and input into their school works while I felt like I turned in something worthless. This attitude led to dropping out of my honors classes and getting into regular classes my junior