Personal Narrative: Conditioning At School

Now let’s quickly close this protracted (slide rule scaled) essay by skipping over the gaping and barren caldera that is my Public School education, where I studiously avoided the pre-med Math and Science track - since I don’t plan on becoming a doctor or a mathematician, in favor of Castle’s (almost but not quite) nationally recognized Media Arts Program - since I do plan on pursuing the Arts, diving deep into the (Liberal) Arts and Languages - Pidgin, Spanish, French, English & Writing classes, to emulate the trail-blazing trajectory of my older (and similarly math-phobic) sister Maria, so like her I too might procure a Kenyon Film degree and secure my fame and fortune and everything that goes with it - I thank you all (and one day The Academy)

Change scared me. Coming to HMS for the first time as a 7th grader terrified me. As the summer came to an end, I worried about getting around the school, meeting new people, and the change in my sleeping habits and schedule. Thoughts rushed through my head about going to the Middle School for the first time. The first day of seventh grade came quick and I was ready to start a new year. My dad drove me to the front of the school and I exited the car saying good bye. I was unsure where any of my classrooms were and I only recognized a few people in my homeroom. The Middle School was far larger then I remember from the tour that ARIS provided. I wasn’t use to no recess, and the formation of the lunch lines. Going into seventh grade, I was clueless

Overall my preparation for Essay 1 could have been significantly better in multiples ways. I still feel very confident in the work I submitted yet I feel like I could have improved my paper in many ways. For instance I did no pre-writing for the paper whatsoever. I hopped right into the paper and began to write whatever came to mind. This is usually really efficient for me, but I was not an expert on the information I was writing about, so the paper became much more difficult to write. I read all the passages, annotated them, and even looked for summaries about the readings, however I still feel as if I did not have the greatest understanding of the material. Although, in preparation for Essay 2 I am going to write down all my notes from the

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

The game of baseball being one. Today, parents are starting kids in baseball younger than ever. In fact, it isn’t too uncommon to start training as young as 5 years old. Unfortunately, I wasn’t introduced to the game of baseball until I was 14. Up until this point in my life, I had not the slightest idea regarding baseball, nor had I ever seen it played. Like most kids I fell in love with the game. Nearly all of my friends had been playing the game their whole lives, and being blessed with a competitive nature, I made it my goal to play alongside them on our varsity 5A high baseball team. From that moment on, every weekend, or day off I had, I was playing baseball, each time picking up on more and more advice. A few years later, on the day of our freshman baseball tryout, I found out that I did not make the jv team with the rest of my friends. Rather than letting the absence of my name on a list determine if I played a game that I loved, I continued to try to sharpen my skills. When the time came for me to try again, I was so confident in the amount of time and effort I put forth to make the varsity team. I was twenty pounds heavier, I was faster, and an all-around better baseball player. Only to find out, that I again had not made varsity, and the same for the next year. It wasn’t until my senior year, because of UIL rules that I was mandatorily placed on varsity. By this

Imagine the typical asian household. Most people would think of a plain, very quiet house with children that are constantly studying mathematics or practicing the piano. Their parents probably wouldn’t like their children to be doing anything but studying. These students are not involved in the school as much, and focus mainly on studying, getting good grades, and getting into a good college. This is what most people would think when they see an asian kid in the hallways of school. They would be the quiet, shy kids that aren’t really interested in anything, really. I, however, do not fit into this stereotype.

For the intern interview, I was fortunate in that there is an intern, Amanda, working at the school where I am employed as a classroom aide. It occurred to me that I would welcome any words of wisdom from someone who is much further along in the school counseling program process and yet not so far removed that the lessons are still accessible.

While driving in Denver a couple of months ago I looked over and saw a bus transporting elderly citizens who were not able to drive. Looking through their windows, a sad realization came to me. If you have to take a bus to get from point A to point B, you are most likely a second class citizen. Think about my logic. Who has to be bussed around? The very old, the very young, the disabled, and the poor. Our country marginalizes bus people. Sadly our nation does not value them. If you have to ride a bus, chances are that your voice is not heard and counted like the rest of the country.

Growing up in a predominate white town served a huge challenge for me growing up. Yes, my mother has as much diversity as a blank sheet of paper and my dad is black, but even though I am biracial I have never felt too deeply connected with either side growing up.

All I can recall is coming home after a distressed day of elementary school. I went to Live Oak and loved it there.my mom had already indicated to me that I would have to go to a different school, Lake Park, but didn’t have to if I really didn’t want to. I didn’t want to go simply because I didn’t want to leave my friends.

Two weeks flew by and the competition was in two days. I continued my regular training at the climbing gym the past weeks, occasionally skipping a few afternoon practices for my tutoring. Vincent and I learned more about each other every session and he asked for my phone number, his exact words being, “Just to make sure you're studying obviously. Nothing else.” he said with a wink at the end. I probably blushed so much that I looked like a tomato, but I didn't care since he was the one asking. Last week Thursday, a week after asking for my number, he asked me out on a date. I excitedly screamed a “Sure!” which probably sounded inappropriate since humans don't usually scream “Sure!” but he liked the excitement. We decided to go grab pizza at

The first I came to the US I had to start over and get a new degree because English wasn’t my first language, I have an accent different than Native American speakers. During my Pre college class at HCC I had to prepare for debate we were four students vs four students of my classmate, and the most important thing and funny happened in my life at that time we all four of my team members were foreigners and the other member team were native American. Before I came to class I prepared my part well I made search about my project, supporting my ideas with proof and pictures I was confident about myself and my team too. I had to seat with my team in front of the class, when the debate started and it was my turn to debate, I couldn’t find my words,

“I walked around the school. Looking at groups of people. Talking. Laughing. Horsing around. I was alone. My mom keeps moving around. I haven’t even had a real friend in almost five years. This is my life. This was my life. This will be my life.”

After attending a place of torture in elementary school, I found my days to be the greatest of light.

I really disagree with your “most real, genuine thing you have ever written ever”. Lets get started with your first point. So you open by saying “The reason why kids hate school is…” So all kids hate school now? I for one am very thankful that I get to go to school every weekday and learn new things to improve my education. Very ignorant of you to say that. Next, you go on to say “most teachers are just there for a job.” If you think that MOST teachers don’t care you are very wrong. I am actually willing to bet that most teachers care more about your education than you even do.