Eleventh grade

I have always been a high achiever, someone who wants to do well in what they do. I was homeschooled from first through eighth grade, and so I taught myself quite frequently. However, as I grew older, I began to think about college, and about where I will be by then. This led to thinking about if I will possess enough knowledge about both simple school related things, and dealing with a school setting. I had never had to sit through classes, or deal with the unique social setting of school.…

When I was asked to be the football team manager at my school, I did not know what my duties would be. My job did not have many clear roles, so I created a more contributing manager role. I took a CPR/first-aid training course, researched football-related injuries, and learned to wrap ankles, wrists, knees, etc. I was at practices 3 times a week and at the games. I provided hydration, recorded player info, kept track of gear, aided in pre-game preparation, provided first-aid care, and arranged…

summer before seventh grade started I was kind of nervous because I didn’t know what to expect. Some of the things that I did expect were that the teachers would be more strict and that the work would be more challenging than in sixth. Throughout the year I was able to get to know the teachers and learn that most were very nice and that I had nothing to worry about. The work was a little more challenging than in sixth but it’s supposed to be. One of the highlights of my seventh grade school…

I chose this song, because it says he fell down in a hole, but someone was there to pick him up. This was my year. I had some ups and downs through my 8th grade year, but there were three ways that helped me go through the downs and all the way through the ups. Swimming, friends and family all helped me up through hard times in my 8th grade life. My friends helped make my life better. They help me smile. I was having a rough day, but my friends helped me look up and smile. “And I needed a…

and how quickly I improved. By the time I reached middle school, I began to identify myself as a jock. I played for the school basketball team and spent almost every day practicing. Sometime around sixth grade, I had to do a project about my heritage and from that point on I became very interested in my own culture. I am half Mexican and half European which creates a very interesting mix of cultures. My mom’s family came from France, Scotland and Germany and settled in Mississippi, Tennessee…

chances that I was given at Gallimore was when I was asked to become a classroom helper for Mrs. Miller in 4th and 5th grade. As a classroom helper I gave up my lunch and recess to help Mrs. Miller with anything she needed in the classroom such as filing, cleaning or setting up activities for the kindergartens. At Gallimore I didn’t only learn while in the classroom. In third grade I was member of the ropers jump roping team. To this day I can still do many of the tricks we were taught but most…

The Note It was late September of my 8th grade year. We sat on the edge of our seats in Ms.Hansen’s class, watching every tick of the clock pass by. We anxiously awaited the clock to strike 2:00 that Wednesday afternoon. Unanimous silence fell upon everyone as the minutes ticked closer. Silent prayers and worries for him consumed our minds. We couldn’t believe Jacob was going in for surgery any moment. Just days before his four-wheeler accident Jacob and I were passing notes in class, laughing,…

were interesting. This was not a good habit of mine from the beginning, but it was how I enjoyed reading. In particular, I remember Dr. Seuss and Junie B. Jones becoming my favorites. I’ll never forget the day I had to read out loud in class in 1st grade and I couldn’t pronounce a word and was laughed at. This set back my confidence in reading and speaking in front of the class. I was so embarrassed I went home that day and cried. I didn’t understand that everyone at our age was struggling to…

about 4th grade and just escalated until the end of 6th grade. But by the summer going into my 7th grade year I realized that I am a better person than all the people who were low enough to bully and I began to transition to tuning them out and I eventually realized that it all finally came to…

When I was in the first grade my father insisted on reviewing my homework with me every night. Now, in the first grade there wasn’t much to do, but he expected me to do well. I can remember rewriting my assignments repeatedly. My father not only demanded that my work be completed, but that it was written in the most legible handwriting he thought I was capable of. To some this may seem harsh, I was only in the first grade for god’s sake, but it was purposeful. It was expressing to me that my…