August 15, 2013, is the date that I will remember forever. Whenever I see that date, I always have flashbacks of my childhood memories, such as whining to the teachers about having too much homework, or have to take the classes that I did not get to pick during my middle school years. August 15,2013 made me realized that one day I will have to go through the the face of an adult sooner or later. I will have to face the hardships that my parents went through for our family. I have stepped into the world of the reality. August 15, 2013 was the date that I entered high school. I had high hopes for the upcoming high school years to be my best years ever since I was in sixth grade. I expected that I can make more friends, join more club activities, and can choose classes that I really like. Although I was very enthusiastic and eager to start the all new school years, I also had a lot of worries and confusion about it also. The night before I start my freshmen year, the thoughts of failing classes, and be able to graduate high school kept …show more content…
When I saw my friends walking toward me, that’s when I finally stepped into the building. As I walked into the building, I was astonished by how enormous the school was compared to my middle school. Some teachers welcomed me to the new school, and asked me if I needed any help finding the classrooms, while the other teachers were too busy typing on their computers. The moment when I entered my homeroom, it surely was much bigger than the one at my old school, the room makes me feel more comfortable with the new environment because the teacher was very friendly and very professional because of well-prepared clothes, and the way she talked. I finally realized that I have entered the world of reality, such as passing all my classes and graduate high school, then off to
It was the first month of my high school years, I was as nervous as an incoming freshman could be. I had no idea how long and strenuous my years at Bensalem High School would feel. As many others, I had a hard time adjusting to the transition from middle school to high school. Unlike others, though, I struggled about twenty
March 8th is “International Women’s Day,” defined by YES! Magazine as: a day started on March 8, 1857, in New York City by Garment workers who “staged a protest against inhumane working conditions and low wages.” Despite being attacked and dissolved by police officers, the movement continued. By 1908 the movement had grown to 15,000 women in the New York City march alone. It also expanded to include child labor, shorter working hours, and voting rights. The slogan for this rally became “Bread and Roses” with “bread symbolizing economic security and roses for better living standards.” May 1908, the Socialist party named the first “International Working Women’s Day” on the last Sunday in February. The date has moved around slightly but remains around the first of March, so it makes sense for it to be on March 8th. http://www.yesmagazine.org/people-power/where-did-international-women-s-day-come-from
Finally, I am finished with middle school. Anxiously thinking about the first day of high school, I knew that it would be hectic and wild, but I was ecstatic. Of course, the night before I could not sleep. I lay awake dreaming about how my first day at John Paul II will go. How will it be meeting new people and seeing old friends from last year? Will high school be hard? Will I get lost? I kept thinking about the unknown and worst possible outcomes. My first day of high school was unexpected.
October is the tenth month of the current Gregorian calendar and the previous Julian calendar.
My high school years, unlike the past years of steady achievements, felt much more like a sine graph with ups and downs. To begin with, I conquered my freshman year in a breeze. My easily achievable classes not only earned myself confidence, but also admiration and respect from my classmates and teachers. As a result, I comfortably acclimated myself to the status of a star student.
Summer is normally associated with steamy days and muggy nights . Summer can also be full of adventure and pure beauty . When thinking about the best summer I've ever experienced , my body becomes sun-kissed , instantly I hear the waves of the ocean and feel the breeze across my face . The smell of barbecues , flowers , and the sounds of kids laughter and playing are just some of the things that come to mind for me , Summer 2000 was EPIC ! Having had the opportunity to travel at / through a return date is invigorating in itself , site seeing around the world , along with family an friends makes for an Epic Summer . To start off our summer off early morning flight of Florida , April and myself-arrived at Orlando International Airport at 10 A
As April ends and May begins, I realize that my four years of high school are wrapping up. Between senior class pictures, picking up my graduation gown, applying to schools and jobs, stressing over exams, and battling senioritis, I’ve pondered about the things I did, the things I didn’t do, the things I perhaps should’ve done, and what leaving high school means. Throughout the years, I studied, volunteered, and participated in extracurricular and community events.. I’ve seen myself grow in numerous aspects such as maturity and a sense of responsibility. The classes, teachers, and activities I had taught me invaluable lessons about life, and myself as a person. Part of me, though, wishes that I had done things a bit differently. Maybe I should
Everyone gazes up at the sky and thinking soon I will boarding a big, spacious plane with the ability to go anywhere in this huge world. I never thought that I would be one person from my village to fly to the biggest country in the world United States. Lesya from the small village name Ozerna, Ukraine to go somewhere big and new. All of my friends didn't believe me that I could learn a new language in one year or I could go far away and won't want to go back. My first day of seventh grade was also my first day in American school. The first day of the school was very stressful for all students,summer was over, no more hanging with your friends, go on summer vacation. Students don't know what lockers they're going to get, or what classes they'll have. Also, students are really worried about if they are going to have their friends in all their . I was concerned about getting lost, and who to ask for directions. I didn’t know how to approach my teachers, since I only knew a little english. The thing that scared me the most was if I'm going to make friends. I got inside the school, and I thought what I got myself into. Friendship Junior High School was the biggest school that I have ever see. The lockers were blue like a sky.Students were talking to each other, looking over their schedules to make sure they are in the same class.
It was the summer of my sixteenth birthday. That summer the sky was always blue, the birds were singing, and for the first time in my life I had some freedom. Since I was now sixteen I could get my driver’s license, which usually signifies newfound freedom for teenagers, and my mom finally stopped treating me like her darling little baby that I had been thought of until that point. That summer I had made many new friends and done new things and saw different people's perspective on things. It is a summer I will always remember even if there are days I wish I could forget.
I will never understand why we were all so excited to become kindergartners all over again. I was shocked to find that, high school is nothing like the movies. Mean Girls and High School Musical had set my expectations way too high. The only difference I managed to find between middle school and high school was that the ceilings are a bit higher. Nevertheless, I had a pretty average eighth grade year. I made it through without any outstanding crises and I somehow managed to make good grades in the process. As the last days of school approached, I began to realize that I would probably never see some of my friends again. I’d forget about most of the people I had spent almost everyday of the past three years with. Growing up can definitely be bittersweet.
The week leading up the first day of high school I was really excited. I could not wait to see all my old friends and the ones I had made in the previous school year. I could not wait to get back into a daily routine. On the night prior to the first day I got a great nights rest. I was walking in confident that it was going to be a great day and a great overall year. I got to meet all my teachers and they all seem amazing. I can already tell that it is going to be a great year. I can already tell high school is going surpass middle school and elementary school by far. The amount of class options seem unending I can not wait to try psychology next year. I wish there was more room in my schedule so I could take more classes, or having an optional zero or eighth period so I could take extra classes. I know that I am on the path for success and it is my peers, teachers, and the Owen J. Roberts school district curriculum that helped is helping me walk down that path.
I didn’t recognize anyone’s faces and I didn't feel welcomed. But, I didn’t give up, I came to this school because I wanted to achieve in becoming a better person. So I tried to make myself comfortable with the school’s system, I asked questions to the students on how the system is like for this school. They gave me answers, and I became more and more aware of the school.
Starting the first day of school, or mine, if you ask. Coming back after New Year’s, 2nd grade, I must fit in, and not be alone. Wearing my coordinated outfit, a red plaid sleeved shirt topped with a black graphic shirt, matching along with a plaid (black) skirt, and red plaid leggings. The awaitning of walking into the school, the dirastic of changes in my routine. The feeling of being alone with no friends to confort, but a fresh start awaits for me into a new life, only 30 minutes away form my old home. Can’t bear to enter the curious and trntorouse place that lays there waiting for me. Standing outside my classroom door. Not able to meet my teacher because of a person problem the week before starting, I was confused and nervous. With my parents beside me, the feelin g of my teacher, mrs. Kruis, walking up to the door. Welcoming me in, with clessmates glazing at me there being, 36 fresh and judging new eyes, waiting to get to know me or waiting to curopte me into something I am not. My paretns telling me good bye, as I walk deeper into my class. Taking my seat behind a kid named, keegan a boy wearing pink socks, sat their looking straight as his seat could not see mine, he was facing he rbaord.
The school grows larger in my view, and eventually we reach the door. My friends follow me into the classroom, and we sit down in our second grade seats. It had always been like this, at most the only thing that changed was the classroom. The day passes by quickly, school always does. On my way back home I spot a distant face, no more than two metres away. I reach out and
When I began high school I couldn't wait for the four years to be over so I would not ever have to set foot in classroom again. The idea of finishing thirteen years of school was all I could think of. I knew my parents expected me to finish strong. I knew I would and do my best to finish strong enough to keep them off my back. The plan seemed simple enough. But, my sixteenth birthday came during my sophomore year, that is the year everything that I thought I knew changed. My parents let me know that I needed to earn my own spending money and found me a job. This was the day that I made a serious change. Of what I thought my future should be.