Personal Statement: My Experience At Frontenac High School

I’m Molly McDaniel and I’m currently a junior at New Brockton High School. I’ve lived in and attended school in New Brockton my entire life, so my Gamecock Pride runs deep. My home is just out of the city limits and I live there with my mom and dad (Christy and Mike) and my little brother, Cole. I also have two dogs, Bonnie and Bandit.

Hello my name is Hannah Hagen, I go to Saint Rose Catholic School. In less than a year I hopefully will be attending Paso Robles High School. I want to participate in the magazine club; I always have loved to interact with others and I love to do creative writing. In my school I give input on each subject, I’m a very vocal person. While others might view that as a negative trait but I think that it is very good to speak your mind and voice your opinion. I volunteer at the local food shelter and feed the hungry. I also participate in volleyball and basketball. I’ve been playing sports my whole life and plan to play different kinds. At my school I participate in the technology program; it is one of my favorite

It was 7:00 in the morning when we arrived at the Johnston City High School. Once everyone arrived at the high school, we got on the bus and headed off to Benton. As we stepped foot on the bus, we all sat there quietly, nervous about the results of this game. This was the game that determined whether or not we went on to state. Coach Simon and Coach Shane gave us one of their what we like to call "before the game warm-up talks". We were all nervous of course, but we were all determined to win this game. We had been looking forwards to winning regionals and going to state the whole season and that day was the day that we gave us the opportunity to go to state. After the thirty minute bus ride, we finally got to Benton and once we got there,

“Fight, fight, fight,” was the chant that so often filled the halls of West Monroe High School. The teachers heard it every time but always hid in the teacher's lounge for fear of being attacked. This was the legacy of WMH, fights, student riots, and terrified teachers.

It just made things easier for the bullies and things worse for me. Louis and I remained in Wildcats East. I was afraid and sometimes I never wanted to go back. I thought the bullying would have stopped. Now that I am not in school anymore, I feel safer, not threatened or bullied by anyone much anymore. Pretty sad I tell you how school life had to turn out the way it did.

Kyndall Fritz~ I am a member of the girls’ varsity tennis team. I am a year round competitive swimmer and I plan on swimming for Wheatmore this winter. In my spare time I like to hang out with my friends and go to the beach. I am an active member in my church youth group. My friends would describe me as a funny, friendly, and kind hearted person.

Clear Lake High School, I read that from my window car, the dance class is waiting for me. I roll my eyes, yes, it is those days when the only thing that you would lean at the pillow and look at the wall thinking and how your future is going. I heard my mom's music, halleluiah, my mom has goods likes at the music. I stared to mutter the lyrics when it came to my mind. "I find a new reason for me, to changes who I used to be". Finally, the red-light changes to green and my mom left me at the mean door of the place that is close to the martyrdom. I stared to walk across the hallways. Looking at al the trophies that my school has. I had to admit how cool my school is.

If I knew then what I know now I would let up and coming 8th graders know about requirements, friendships, & the building. High School is said to be one of the best times of your life. But, it can also be a scary experience. It is up to you how your high school experience turns out to be. I have only been in high school for twos years. It has been stressful but yet its been extremely fun. Spartanburg High School has many exciting opportunities for you and I to try out.

The warm breeze blows past me as I open the door to the Sweetwater Middle School. Shouts and hoots of excitement about the New Year came from behind me as I speak amid my social circle. It was going to be a wonderful year with delightful students and teachers. By the end of the year I knew to have been mistaken to think it would work out for me.

Living in Small town located in the Central Valley in state of California. I began my freshman year in 2012 at the Avenal High School. My first day of class and everything seemed to be new for a fourteen years old teenager with big expectations about his future education .Dealing with new people and teachers that I did not back time, I go used to them. Attending to school seemed to be easy when it is not, but also it is not hard if you have determination and discipline. I can tell that I have not fallen my none of classes. There was moment when I got lower grade because I have not been paying attention to the lessons that the teacher was teaching to the class. The mistake of getting lower grade did not make a weak student. I learned to

I am a new transfer student from BASIS SAMC entering sophomore year of high school. Last year I took two separate English classes, Honors Language and Honors Literature, which both counted towards my English I and II EOC grades. Consequently, AP English Language would be my next course to tackle. After a constant back and forth and weighing the pros and cons, I decided to transfer here to Clark High School. I consistently grew and changed as a person during my four years at BASIS SAMC, so it is safe to say that it was not an easy decision leaving. What sealed the deal was the fact that I would have a clean state here and I could continue my academics at my own pace. Although I do still get nostalgic over the memories I have had at my previous

Vividly, I can remember walking through the high school doors for the first time as a freshman with shaky legs and a nervous heartbeat. The school was a jungle of wide, shiny hallways filled with lumbering seniors who I thought were going to knock my books down on Freshman Friday. However, time has passed, and now I find myself to be the tall and “scary” senior. As I ponder about the last four years I have spent at Little Falls Community High School, I can not help but realize how much I have changed for the better. As I have matured, I have gleaned that beauty does not come through makeup and clothing brands, but rather through processing a good heart. Also, I have changed my career and college plans after high school, and I know that I will

HIgh school has always been easy for me, and probably for the majority of people that have been through the school system in America. 20 years ago there wasn’t a such thing as a program like northland CAPS for high schoolers. Also 20 years ago you didn’t need a college degree to pursue most careers. For me I’ve always been a procrastinator, even the application I submitted to northland caps was late. I’ve always been comfortable talking in front of large crowds and I’ve always been comfortable with myself. However, I was tired of the traditional classroom as well. The repetivness of being in highschool learning the same material has the juniors did before you. I wanted to try something different my junior year, and I knew that there wouldn’t be very many juniors in this program making it a bigger challenge for me.

The day was a bright one an exciting one, I was ready to take on the world, the world being this year of school and the year as whole. It was my sophomore year in Skyview high school and thus far it was going splendidly. My grades were great, my physical condition was better than it had been in years, and I was ready for wrestling to start.

This week I worked closely with the social worker here at the school. We went on home visits as well as this place called second chance. Second chance is basically an alternative place for students who have been suspended go to complete classwork, and their absence from school would not be counted against them. During the home visit, I was able to witness first hand what its like to communicate with someone who's both new to the country and only has little to no understanding of the english language. We had to use a translator via cell phone to translate from english to french. It was really cool and interesting.