High School DaysJoin now to read essay High School DaysHigh school is a strange time. After three years of trying to develop identity and friends in middle school, students are expected to mature immediately on the first day of ninth grade, but I never completely did this. I never fully realized in earlier grades how important high school success, as measured by GPS and credit, would be to my future life. As a result, I am applying to college with seemingly contradictory measures of my ability to perform college-level work. If I had worked and studied hard rather than hanging out with friends and viewing high school as an opportunity to socialize, I would not have to apply to school with a 21 ACT, a cumulative GPA of 3.032, and no credit my junior year of high school. Had I taken my grades in my earlier years seriously, I could have been an ideal candidate for college.
I felt I had failed by college. But I was not the only one to be struggling. A couple of years later, college had come back to my attention. Before the “normal” summer of freshman year, I had been involved with a group of community college students, where I found that as much as a passing grade might change the entire process of growing up in a poor neighborhood, college was still relatively new territory for me. As an adolescent, I had never seen the world in the way it does now, and without college, my world would be different. As I grew older, I could feel myself losing the sense of the things I was meant to be. I was becoming more like an adult, and this world, no matter how small, still involved me. After years of trying to figure out and figure out the things that made me unique in the world, I felt that I would be a better student in college. By the time I hit the 10K mark, I had a great grasp on my place in life, and I was beginning to see my life as my own—both the best and worst part of my life. After doing this, I set out on a mission to help the world grow. For months and years, I tried to educate, as I never learned anything myself. It began with my own stories of being abandoned and abandoned as babies. I tried to relate to others, but there would be no understanding because of my failures. Many years later, I was diagnosed with Type 0D. My body could no longer function properly, and my brain began to falter repeatedly. I began struggling for hours, and without my help I never could get off the floor, I would fall out of the living room and die from heart failure. However, after a few years, I began to heal. It was an amazing journey for all of me, I was able to become more of a part of society. During the process, I began to come to understand that life is full of things that will never happen to you. I realized that while life is not perfect, being an adult who had this deep and emotional connection and an endless sense of what’s best for the world is important to me. I would be making strides and being good adults. I was still in denial about what it took me to change. It occurred to me that at this point, I needed to get to the point where we could really help each other. I went through so many different challenges with high school, at college, and now my life—albeit on a different timeline and outlook—is truly being different. I don’t know if I am the perfect person, but I have no doubt my school didn’t expect to be able to provide me a very high level of health care within this critical decade, and I now need to get to where I can truly truly understand and feel better as a parent, as a leader, as a person. Even if I get better or get more involved with the community, I don’t know if what I’ve been taught is to help others—it’s to grow up. I know what I need to learn and think about, and I must learn. My life now is being helped again by my wonderful and amazing friends and classmates—and I hope that many of them will see this journey and have a positive impact of their own. At this point, I am very thankful for everyone in this community that has taken on this difficult and time
I felt I had failed by college. But I was not the only one to be struggling. A couple of years later, college had come back to my attention. Before the “normal” summer of freshman year, I had been involved with a group of community college students, where I found that as much as a passing grade might change the entire process of growing up in a poor neighborhood, college was still relatively new territory for me. As an adolescent, I had never seen the world in the way it does now, and without college, my world would be different. As I grew older, I could feel myself losing the sense of the things I was meant to be. I was becoming more like an adult, and this world, no matter how small, still involved me. After years of trying to figure out and figure out the things that made me unique in the world, I felt that I would be a better student in college. By the time I hit the 10K mark, I had a great grasp on my place in life, and I was beginning to see my life as my own—both the best and worst part of my life. After doing this, I set out on a mission to help the world grow. For months and years, I tried to educate, as I never learned anything myself. It began with my own stories of being abandoned and abandoned as babies. I tried to relate to others, but there would be no understanding because of my failures. Many years later, I was diagnosed with Type 0D. My body could no longer function properly, and my brain began to falter repeatedly. I began struggling for hours, and without my help I never could get off the floor, I would fall out of the living room and die from heart failure. However, after a few years, I began to heal. It was an amazing journey for all of me, I was able to become more of a part of society. During the process, I began to come to understand that life is full of things that will never happen to you. I realized that while life is not perfect, being an adult who had this deep and emotional connection and an endless sense of what’s best for the world is important to me. I would be making strides and being good adults. I was still in denial about what it took me to change. It occurred to me that at this point, I needed to get to the point where we could really help each other. I went through so many different challenges with high school, at college, and now my life—albeit on a different timeline and outlook—is truly being different. I don’t know if I am the perfect person, but I have no doubt my school didn’t expect to be able to provide me a very high level of health care within this critical decade, and I now need to get to where I can truly truly understand and feel better as a parent, as a leader, as a person. Even if I get better or get more involved with the community, I don’t know if what I’ve been taught is to help others—it’s to grow up. I know what I need to learn and think about, and I must learn. My life now is being helped again by my wonderful and amazing friends and classmates—and I hope that many of them will see this journey and have a positive impact of their own. At this point, I am very thankful for everyone in this community that has taken on this difficult and time
I felt I had failed by college. But I was not the only one to be struggling. A couple of years later, college had come back to my attention. Before the “normal” summer of freshman year, I had been involved with a group of community college students, where I found that as much as a passing grade might change the entire process of growing up in a poor neighborhood, college was still relatively new territory for me. As an adolescent, I had never seen the world in the way it does now, and without college, my world would be different. As I grew older, I could feel myself losing the sense of the things I was meant to be. I was becoming more like an adult, and this world, no matter how small, still involved me. After years of trying to figure out and figure out the things that made me unique in the world, I felt that I would be a better student in college. By the time I hit the 10K mark, I had a great grasp on my place in life, and I was beginning to see my life as my own—both the best and worst part of my life. After doing this, I set out on a mission to help the world grow. For months and years, I tried to educate, as I never learned anything myself. It began with my own stories of being abandoned and abandoned as babies. I tried to relate to others, but there would be no understanding because of my failures. Many years later, I was diagnosed with Type 0D. My body could no longer function properly, and my brain began to falter repeatedly. I began struggling for hours, and without my help I never could get off the floor, I would fall out of the living room and die from heart failure. However, after a few years, I began to heal. It was an amazing journey for all of me, I was able to become more of a part of society. During the process, I began to come to understand that life is full of things that will never happen to you. I realized that while life is not perfect, being an adult who had this deep and emotional connection and an endless sense of what’s best for the world is important to me. I would be making strides and being good adults. I was still in denial about what it took me to change. It occurred to me that at this point, I needed to get to the point where we could really help each other. I went through so many different challenges with high school, at college, and now my life—albeit on a different timeline and outlook—is truly being different. I don’t know if I am the perfect person, but I have no doubt my school didn’t expect to be able to provide me a very high level of health care within this critical decade, and I now need to get to where I can truly truly understand and feel better as a parent, as a leader, as a person. Even if I get better or get more involved with the community, I don’t know if what I’ve been taught is to help others—it’s to grow up. I know what I need to learn and think about, and I must learn. My life now is being helped again by my wonderful and amazing friends and classmates—and I hope that many of them will see this journey and have a positive impact of their own. At this point, I am very thankful for everyone in this community that has taken on this difficult and time
This year I am making an earnest effort to improve my work ethic and view about high school. My grade point average is raising and my study habits are improving. However after performing poorly my junior year, my GPA cannot reflect the transformation I underwent at the beginning of this year. Now dedicated to making something of myself, I have finally matured and am now trying to lessen the consequences of my past actions. Armed with my new attitude, my eagerness to attend school, and my understanding of the extreme importance of earning good grades signal my ability to work responsibility. I assure you that I will never revert back to the student I once was.
In retrospect, I believe that it was my inability to choose my classes that resulted in my lack of enthusiasm. I enjoy the freedom to pursue my own interests and anxiously await the ability to choose my “own” class schedule in college.