have yet to experience most of my life, but I can say my last years at American Military Academy have been some of the most memorable. My years in high school have shaped me in different ways. Looking back to three years ago, when I was a freshman, I feel I have changed and matured in different aspects. My perspectives and attitudes have definitely evolved the most through these years. As I approach my last days at American Military Academy, I’ve reflected on the ways that this school has helped
who stopped showing up to school.” -My high school counselor. It has been about nine months after I graduated when I decided to visit my high school for the first time. I was hesitant to visit at first, everyone I knew either stopped by early in the school year or would not even want to step a foot back at Mills. I was one of those people that did not want to visit at all, but I suddenly felt compelled to go. I was having trouble writing about myself for an assignment in my English 110 class, so I
beginning, well High School beginning to be exact. Freshman Year. I attended a catholic school since kindergarten all the way through 8th grade. To my surprise I was over the top to be in a public school. I remember being very thrilled to finally express my “fashion” sense of style to the public, oh how I was over my head on that. Being able to express myself and the thoughts of how i was never going to wear the same white shirt over my awful grey vest with the matching skirt were all in my mind in that
started participating in school. It just sort of happened. One school year I never did any homework, and the next year the mere idea of coming to class without my work would make me panic. Then it became easy; I got A’s without ever studying, and that did not really change when I transitioned into my first high school. But then my family moved during my sophomore year, and I was suddenly faced with finding a new school. Honestly I was not looking forward to the schools in our new county, as I had
career position that most fit my personality is a building principal. My ultimate career goal is to eventually become a building principal at a junior high or high school when my coaching career is finished with. In order to take on a full time burden of running a school, I feel that I must first gain some experience by being an assistant principal to learn how to run a school effectively. I believe that working under an experience principal within a successful school will be very helpful in getting
out of high school by my parents was not how I wanted to leave Riverbend High School. I was sure my life was over and that I would grow to be an extremely lonely homo sapien. I thought my hopes and dreams could never be achieved because I wasn’t in a regular public high school. I felt like my future plans to leave Virginia and go to an amazing college in the city were ruined. As time went on I realized my life wasn’t dull and it would get better. I realized my “high school experience”was ending
would you offer to a student just beginning his/her high school career? High school changes people, and as a freshman, I never knew that I would be who I am today. As a milestone in my life, I wanted to make it as adventurous as possible, and that’s exactly what I did. I didn’t want to get caught up with any horrible decisions that I would regret, therefore I played it safe, but managed to take risks during my career as a high schooler. High school has nothing to do with parties, but more with becoming
Throughout my life, I have been exposed to many different activities and experiences, all of which helped shape the person I am. However, one of the most important activities in my life, an activity to which I was serendipitously introduced many years ago, is tennis. It has given me countless opportunities and has taught me many life lessons that I would not otherwise have experienced. Many lasting friendships and memories were created as a result, as well. As I reflect back on the degree to which
My mother grew up in the Bronx with her two brothers and the rest of her family. She grew up less fortunate, moved around a lot, switched into many different schools and even shared clothes with her cousins, whom seemed more like brothers and sisters because they all lived together at one point in time due to the poverty in my family. Many of her cousins were in “honor classes” so at a young age my mother worked hard to get into honor classes because she didn’t want anyone looking down on her. My