Personal Narrative: My Transition Out Of The Classroom

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.

The hum of fans, the spinning of the disk in its tray. Sitting on my soccer ball beanbag chair that I got for my 11th birthday with a controller in my hands. As a kid, in Washington state, on school days we were not allowed to play video games during the week. Summer was the break from school and the time for lots and I mean lots of video games.  Before I could hit that power button, I had to do something I despised, hated, and avoided like it was the plague. I… had… to… read.

I look back at how I write. I actually changed my way after I get into college. When I was in high school, we don’t have writing class, the writing is combined with Chinese class. So we might just take 2 or 3 times writing class each semester. In the writing class, teacher taught us how to write, how to generate our idea. But except writing class we are asked for write, the only writing we need to do is for the exam. In the writing class, I would give some time to think about what I’m going to write, maybe I would write a outline. But for the exam, I don’t have time to do that. The writing part take 40 percent of the grade, but the time we got is depend on how fast we can finish the other parts of the exam. When I finish other parts of the

one of the biggest decisions of my life was choosing a major for my post high school education. Many people seem to have a general idea to what they would like to major in at a relatively young age while others have a more difficult time deciding what to do with their future and sadly I was one of those unlucky few.

Transitioning from high school to college will not be an easy task. From the start, we were told that we shape and mold our identities from a young age, but that it's easier said than done. Moving from one country to another, was a great big deal for me. My family and I knew education was important, but were offered little opportunities so my mom had to make many sacrifices in order for me to achieve my goal of a long and successful career.

Add what i felt when i knew that i'm not going to see my friends for a long time

I always struggled with school as a kid, I never wanted to go and I felt as if I was completely clueless because I didn't understand what was being taught. My mom soon realized I wasn't getting the help I needed with my education and pulled me out of public school to be homeschooled when I was ten. I then found out that I loved learning and wasn't as capable at school as I thought I was. I stayed home schooled until I was a junior in highschool. Because of how long I was homeschooled my parents thought it would be difficult for me to transition into public school again, but after moving to lyman Maine they agreed to let me give it a try since the school in the district was on the smaller side, so I started at Massabesic High School in September

I have danced in a studio for a long time now and if I look back I can see how far I have come since I started. I used to go to school and come home. That was it. I did not have many friends or do any extra activities after school. I was shy and awkward, with no real understanding how to really be around other people.

Starting in fifth grade when I first picked up a viola, orchestra has been a fundamental part of my identity in school. My first year in high school I was in the entry level orchestra, which I greatly enjoyed despite the easier music because of the community of people in the class. At the end of my freshman year, orchestra got the news that the number of orchestra classes would be cut down to two, making an entry level class, symphonic, and an audition only higher level class, chamber. Wanting a challenge, I auditioned for chamber, but I did not get in. Now, this was not the failure that came with a grand lesson There happened to be a large number of very talented violinists who had seniority over me. There also happened to be a shortage of

I tried to hold back the tears. Thankfully, none of my friends were paying attention, so I slipped into another room to compose myself. My eyes watered as I re-read the email to confirm the news. Sure enough, it read, “I regret to inform you that you were not selected by the committee to attend the 2015 session.” I couldn’t believe it. My friends had told me “everyone” was accepted to Mississippi Governor’s School. I submitted a quality essay and resume. Why didn’t they want me? What was wrong with me?

The next day I contemplated on going to school. I didn't know if I looked like a slut,criminal,hero, or if anyone gave a flying shit about me or what I did. I decided to go because well I need an education but I can always use this as an 'emotional breakdown' for the future. Anything to get out of school. It's not that I don't like school, it's just them nasty people judging everyone and just pissing me off.I am not a person who like the human race, LET'S ALL BE CUTE FUZZY ANIMALS!

My Journey after high school is to go into business and to be an Accountant, I am a hardworker and am dedicated and have the qualities that you should have. To do this I am going to graduate from High School and go to CCRI for business in Accounting. I have looked all the necessary things for this Career that I want to do after High School, I have also looked up the task that they want you to do and the other things that they want you to do and how much they pay you. I have also seen that they want you to have a GED when you graduate from High School.

White walls reach towards me, greeting my nose with dying bodies from left to right. For the past six years, life outside of school was a broken record playing the same sad song, "she's have another seizure", "call 911", "she's sick again", and "he's sick now." As I entered the seventh grade, my family entered an ever-evolving world of crisis: brain tumors, uterine cysts, cancer scares, strokes, ...illness after illness. What first seemed like a difficult but singular challenge that would start and end with the seventh grade grew into something unimaginable -- a series of medical hardships for my entire middle and high school career.

In my life outside of school I like to hangout with my friends and exercise. I used to play soccer but February of freshman year I got a bad concussion and couldn't play sports or do a lot of things for about a year. I recently got cleared to go back to sports but I am still struggling with headaches. This fall I am coaching youth soccer (ages 4,5,6) for my town. I also babysit every weekend. I live with both my parents who are happily married. I have two younger brothers, Jack and Jay, that both play hockey. They are 8 and 12 years old .

Throughout the years, I have grown and matured as a student, and a person. I have had several experiences which have shaped me into who I am and also shaped my values. I value family. As a senior in highschool, I had a lot of things on my shoulders. I needed to pick a college, a major, pretty much figure out my entire life in a matter of nine months. Many students had their family to fall back on when they needed support, I however, did not. My parents both had jobs that would take them away during the week. I would be home alone, taking care of the dogs, the house and myself while they were gone. It was very hard at first and I struggled. I was use to coming home and talking about whatever happened that day at school and practice, or something