I have always been independent, but I fully seeked independence when I was 16 years old. This was the year of 2016, and this was the year that my life changed; I was forced to grow up and learn how to be more independent. The first step to my seeking of independence was turning 16 years old and getting my driver’s license. This meant I was finally able to go out on my own and not rely on others to take me places anymore. In the year of 2016, I also began taking classes at Caldwell Community College and Technical Institute to earn college credits.…
Ups and Downs Being a Korean-American, getting into the Bergen County Academies was the norm, the expectation for me. Since I was an extremely diligent, but cocky, student, being accepted seemed like a simple task. Little did I know that there were thousands smarter than me, and that those thousands would soon become my competition. My family isn't the stereotypical Asian family.…
In 2006, after finishing Preschool at Washington Preschool, In East Alton, I moved to Jerseyville IL, and started Kindergarten at Fieldon Elementary in tell my 5th grade year. After 5th grade year I started at Illini Middle School in tell my 7th grade year. My 8th grade and 9th grade year I went to Jersey Community High School where I am now a freshmen, 9th grade.…
I honestly did not believe that I was nor did I carry myself as a leader until I got to Wilson High School. In middle school, at church, and within the different programs I am a part I was given leadership positions and was “successful” in them but Wilson High School and its community have taught me what it truly means to be a successful leader. A large part of my high school career has been dedicated to the cheerleading program here at Wilson High School. This is the aspect of my life that has developed my leadership skills such as communication, patience, innovation, flexibility, planning and much more. My coaches, teachers, and teammates have all pushed me to become the leader that I am.…
“You’re just a white girl trapped inside a black body,” were words I heard repeatedly as a child. For the longest time I considered those words a compliment. As an African American girl native to the Congo, I was naïve enough to think this statement meant how fully immersed with American culture my appearance, language, and every aspect of my personality was becoming. To me, those words held acceptance from my American friends and families—the only imaginable thing any foreign child yearns for. It hadn’t occurred to me that underneath that statement hid a message very twisted that would follow me for the next 12 years of my life.…
Searching for the educational institute or the college that is right for me is one of the most important decisions in my life. It was a stressful experience, took a lot of time and work, but it was not difficult. College is not just a place preparing me to a specific career; it is place that will convert me to another cultured respectful person. Therefore, I decided to choose a very appropriate college for me, it is Bunker Hill community college, because it is in educational hub city, have my favorite major and have a great teaching staff. Bunker Hill community college is located in the greater Boston “the heart of education”, and this is gave the college the enough brilliant reputation that can give me hopeful career future, and this is true…
Over the summer and part of the spring I made a slow transition to move to Incline. I was only nervous about making friends because I didn’t know if they would like me. The first time I met all of the girls in my grade was at the 6th grade orientation. I was still going to school in Truckee when I went to the orientation my school was having their 6th grade orientation as the Incline Middle School was having theirs. I never wanted to move when I first heard that we were going to then about a month later I was a little bit more ok with it.…
The semester before my freshman year I applied to an early college high school; I knew that I was going to have more work than if I had went to the traditional high school, but I knew I could do it. At first I was doing well, but as time went on the work became more challenging and frequent eventually my grades fell and took my pride with it. I wanted to transfer to the traditional high school in my neighborhood, but changed my mind after a talk with one of my professors. She helped me to recognize that if I quit not only would I be throwing away the work that I did do, but I’d also be preventing myself from seeing what work I could do. I took that seed of information and turned it into a tree of motivation.…
In 2006, I began my journey at The Valley School as a first grade student. Moving over from my previous school, which I had attended from the time I was three until I was six years old, was fairly smooth. I had friends who made the switch with me and, being the social butterfly I was, making new friends was a breeze. In the first few years as a student, I saw Valley move into three buildings.…
My past laid out upon a table. My GPA, my resume, my test scores. An unfamiliar man whom I met for the first time was frowning, turning around in his creaky red chair, while hurriedly trying to contextualize my life with just a few pieces of paper. For 15 minutes, he sat there, unhappy, tapping his foot, analyzing what I’ve “done” with my life. He took a sip of water and suggested that I go to community college.…
Changing schools was the turning point in my life. Coming to a new school gave me a chance to meet new people who shared a similiar interests with me and find a place to fit in. For as long as I could remember I had trouble connecting with people. My parents both came to America to create a better life for their children but unfortunately they could not speak English. They also did not allow me to interact with kids of different races because they were fearful it would corrupt me.…
The summer between my sophomore year and junior year was a life changing period. For one, my mother and I moved to Waco, Texas, an 8-hour drive from my home of Weslaco. Along with this new address, I also had a new school. Naturally, I went to the school nearest my home, Connally High School. I didn’t know it on my first day of school, but Connally High School would become my 2nd out of 3 high schools I would attend.…
Don't be the person who watched a gay hate crime happen and didn't do anything about it; people want someone to help them. Don't be the immoral individual who stole someone's life. Accept everyone and put differences…
I am Elizabeth Taylor, I am a senior at Mission Springs High School. I am seventeen years of age. I am the oldest of seven grandchildren and three siblings, so you can imagine how much pressure is on me to be the “perfect role model” for the younger generations. I had a pretty good life, if I could say so myself. Besides my Dad deciding to take himself out of my life simply because my family wasn’t enough for him might have been a bit of a downer, but other then that life is good.…
“Every story has an end, but in life every ending is just a new beginning.” -Dakota Fanning This quote reflects my high school experience because I thought that once I finished middle school it would have been the end of my journey. Of course I was wrong, it was only the beginning.…