One early, April morning, people came for me in the dead of night to take me to school. The tinkling sounds of their key inside the lock to the door of my bedroom woke me from a sound sleep. They fumbled with it, betraying their unfamiliarity with the lock, while I rolled over in my bed and half dreamt of reminding my mom that the handle had to be held slightly upwards. When the door opened full there was a pause as light and cool air entered my room, and I propped myself up on my elbows to see why I was hearing such heavy breathing. A tall, middle-aged man approached the foot of my bed, while a short and unfamiliar woman lingered below the doorframe. “All right, you can do this the easy way, or the hard way,” the man’s voice boomed with …show more content…
Six levels were needed to graduate, and for each level, a certain amount of points were required, as well as a two or three-day long seminar that you had to attend and graduate from, before you could be unanimously up-voted to the next level by your group and therapist. Try to imagine for a second the kind of theatrics that would ensue in giving a group of desperate young girls, eager to prove something, the power of a vote that could determine the outcome of someone else’s program, because that was the untold lesson at Cross Creek, that by hindering someone else’s advancement you could ensure your own.
Each level came with certain privileges. On level two, you could talk to your family with your therapist on the phone; on level three, you could shave your legs with an electric razor; on level five, you could go on passes off campus with your parents, or even home for a few days. The accumulation of points was not so easy, though. You couldn’t just “do time.” What a luxury that would be. You had to prove something during your stay at Cross Creek, and that something was elusive to me for a long
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The staff expected us to fill out a form, a write up, for our own rule breaking, and to call the other girls on a rule when an infraction had been witnessed. If the staff got to it first, it would cost more demerits than it would have been worth had the student been accountable enough to have written themselves up to begin with. Dishonesty was a cat three, and it blanketed a host of actions and circumstances, including what you chose to talk about in therapy. This network of consequences and guilt mongering made the students paranoid. There were too many rules, too many chances to dirty yourself up. “I don’t think you’re clean in your program,” the therapists and upper-level girls would say, implicating dishonesty. With those words a girl’s cover would be blown, or she would have to take on the agonizing task of second-guessing everything she ever did. It takes a pretty vigilant self-awareness to be able to recognize dishonesty in yourself, and a certain level of stupidity in order to then punish yourself with something like a cat three for it, but that was how it worked. Many students who came in with an instinct towards self-preservation would oftentimes buckle under the pressure to be honest later on in their programs, and do something called a come clean. Forfeiting all of their points,
levels. Natasha developed a number of useful handouts that were provided to members, so they
My decision to go back to school in the fall of 2012 was one of the hardest decisions I have ever made. I’m a stay at home mom of 4 boys with 2 of them being special needs. My oldest was born with a rare genetic condition called hereditary spastic paraplegia and my youngest son was born with a rare condition called Dravet Syndrome that requires 24/7 care. I was at a point in my life where I had lost my identity of who I was and I wanted to be me again. I made that important decision to go back to school for myself with the fear of how I was going to do it, but I knew that it was right. It took me 3 years to complete my AS but with the support of my husband and kids I was able to receive my degree. I worked hard and was able to juggle being
When we came back from spring break i was on the baseball team this is a big surprise because surprise because i am bad at the game. When our first practice came around we were talking about fundamentals of the game. When i was listening i was confused because he wasn't making sense nor was he giving us the right information. One example is when you dip you shoulder and hit a pop up you dip your back shoulder and he said you dip your front shoulder.
The highest level is self actualization, understanding and knowing who they are and interested in fulfilling their potential
Level two, is indicated by an increased awareness in the counselor and a striving for independence becoming more assertive with less
It is pretty cool that you had the same teacher for three years and that you liked her. It is nice to be reminded that there are teachers who care so much about their students and it is sweet that she wrote you letters over summer break. She is definitely a teacher that leaves a memorable impression on her students. It is too bad that college was a lot more difficult than you expected, but congratulations on deciding to go back and finish. I honestly do not know if I would be able to go back to school after stopping, however, maybe after discovering that I need an education in order to move up in my career then possibly my opinion would be different. I agree that this program is a lot of work, yet there is no doubt that it pays off.
I find myself reading this short paragraph over and over(above). My topic sentence makes me happy and proud. Going back to school was the best thing I have done. I chose to talk about going back to school to the “future employer” because it shows I am motivated as well as dedicated. This class has brought a lot to my attention. The mannerism that is expected in the “business world” is to speak and write well. It is extremely important to know how to write (type) a meaning full and proper paper whether it is for school or work. I have noticed a great impact in my vocabulary and writing skills. My boss told me on Monday he is impressed with the new docs I typed up for our new clients (with no help from him). I was not excited about this class
I made the personal choice to come back to school, based on an injury; that happened in winter of, 2015-2016. It was a decision that was made because of talking to a University I wanted to go to. I was told, it was my best route to return to Halton to upgrade my marks, and apply when I finish my upgrading. The decision was also made on something I thought I wanted to do a long time ago, back in high school. In high school, I went a different path in college, and with the injury, I was able to return to the path I wanted to take. Plus I learned, I now have the maturity and, confidence to go into the program, I originally wanted. Plus some of my past education brought me back to this path for success.
The summer of 2012 was the start of the downward spiral into my high school career. This ass hole guy decided to dump me and my dumb ass kept going after him when I know I shouldn’t have so I got hella drunk one night (as a 14 year old) and made this hilarious video with my bff that people hated apparently even though we looked hot. And so we got kicked out of cheer lol. Stupid mrs hatfield even had the vid on her phone like wtf lol. So yeah great start to high school.
“Vandi, what was it like coming to America?” I looked up to see my friend Carson staring at me intently, his eyes big blue eyes full of wonder, his blonde hair shining under fluorescent lighting. Suddenly, I was self conscious about my dark skin and eyes.
Getting to school at 7:15 am, an hour early, allowed me to sit on my desk, in the principal’s office, and get some reading done, outline my day, and finish up on work. School started at 8:15 am end ended at 3:44 pm. After school, from 4 pm to 7 pm, I either worked at school, attended BridgeUP, or partook in an internship. Then came the arduous chunk of my day. I would work from 8 pm to 12 am in multiple grocery and deli stores for my family. Even though my parents weren't in dire need for money, the money I made was belonged to them and was used for petty things. I did this every day of the week, but worked from 6am to 10 pm on Sundays, the devil's day. This lifestyle was mentally and physically excruciating, it was not the cat’s meow,
One day, I was getting ready to start school back and I got a phone call from the school. The school said from now on school is going to be one and half hours longer a day. I started freaking out and thinking about how much later I'll get home and stuff. I told my mom and dad I didn't want it to happen and they said it will be okay and I thought to myself how I might get school over with early.
When i was younger, just starting to become a teenager and go to high school, that’s when it all changed.
I can be pretty bad at introductions, but I’m Tyler Matthews. I like sleeping, Netflix, and Chipotle burrito bowls. I’m 14 years old, born July 5th 2001. I’m the type of person to be super organized, not likely to be late, and I guess you could say I’m a little “OCD”. My parents got divorced when I was in first grade, so I pretty much travel between my parents' houses. I’m the only child and it’s pretty great.
When I moved to Cape Girardeau from California to attend SEMO, I knew that I would need a job and that it had to be something simple and part-time. Only a week after moving here, my step-cousin Melissa, the director of the after school program at the St. Mary’s Cathedral, mentioned to me over a family dinner that there was a position open. She then continued by asking me, “Would you be interested? You would work with kids and it’s only from three to six on the weekdays.”