Memorable phase of my life; My School Days Experience, essay about my experience in school.3/29/2017 Many people complain about the ineptness of our public schools and want vouchers and other initiatives to privatize education. My experiences tell me this will not work. Many of the private schools I went to were no better and even worse than public schools. The public school I attended had textbooks for each student; I can’t say that about a few of the private schools I was associated with. In addition, the excellent school I went to between second and forth grade is now closed, due to lack of enrollment, while the football school continues to stay in operation. My sister went to college, but I ended up in another so-called Christian school. During my first year, I refused to be put through “Freshman Hell Week,” in which senior students are allowed to humiliate freshman for a whole week. To me, that sort of behavior had no business in school, and was far from the strict environment my parents told me it would be. What added insult to injury that year was when my parents saw the yearbook and pictures of Hell Week, my mother actually said “You should have gotten together with them and acted goofy.” First I’m accused for allegedly “acting goofy,” and them I’m criticized for not “acting goofy.” This makes absolutely no sense. My sister in the mean time attended public school, and also refused to activities she didn’t want to do. She was downgraded by her English teacher for not doing some optional projects as well but was she punished, or course not. Our parents simply went to the school board, and got her grades changed, from C to A, and was given me as a swimming slave for the summer. I didn’t understand this, she gets a reward for her behavior, and I get punished. I guess my parents don’t believe in punishing girls, I don’t know. My school years were very painful for me, not only for what I went through at school, for what I went through at home, where it was often preached, “nothing matters but school and swimming.” If I made poor grades, I was punished, but if my sister did the same thing, it was the school’s fault. One day, I know I will completely heal of it all, but now, I’m just working towards that day. The answer is out there; I just have to find it. Amen. My education began in first grade in 1974. My state didn’t mandate kindergarten, so my parents didn’t send me, even though my brothers and sister went. It wasn’t easy for me, because school was the first place I ever got to interact with other people, mainly children, as an equal. The new school was very different, being more structured than the first, and being a boys’ school. When I started, I was behind in many ways due to the problems of my previous school, but I had a dedicated teacher who helped me catch up the best she could in a short time. I remember having difficulties with cursive writing, which my new teacher helped me with, but giving me a crash course in it for a few weeks at recess every day. I did learn it, but never learned it well, and always got poor marks in penmanship as a result. I don’t fault her for that because she did the best she could under the circumstances. Sixth grade was my first and only year in Catholic school. What was really strange was we wore khaki uniforms, the same design I had worn only a year and a half before, that my mother said were “awful looking.” I was also a hard year partially because of the previous summer, which was spent not doing things I liked, but having to go into the swimming pool everyday on my sister and mother’s command. That summer was so humiliating that I often couldn’t look at myself in the mirror, because I felt like a puppet, dancing on my mothers’ and my sisters’ strings. This is an an essay I wrote when I was depressed a few years ago. I wrote it to try and put my educational experience into perspective in order to get over with it. I've decided to share it. I used to attend the school regularly. I used to study all the subjects equally. But mathematics was my favourite subject. I used to score highest marks in it and never missed my top ranks. I developed liking in sports. I participated in football matches. I was the backbone of the team. I was also interested in elocution and took part in its competitions. I won many shields and trophies. I brought laurels to my highschool. I was the favourite student of my teachers and the Principal. When I passed the S.S.C. examination with flying colours they came to my home to congratulate me. It was a very emotional day and the greatest reward for me. I had come in contact with many teachers. I liked most of them. They mixed freely with us. They treated us as their sons or younger brothers. Some teachers were rather grave. They did not mix so freely with us. Perhaps they thought that if they mixed freely, we would not show respect to them properly. I feel this was a wrong notion. We respected all teachers. We had a good relation with them. I was a good boy at school. So all teachers loved me. They helped me in learning my lessons if I had any difficulty. I am proud to say that I had never been beaten or scolded by any teacher in my school life. I always behaved well. I always said my lessons well. So they had no occasion to beat or scold me. I had great respect for our revered Headmaster. He loved us all as his sons. He mixed freely with us. I think this is the reason why he had great hold on the students. He was an ideal teacher. His influence in shaping my character was great. I am really grateful to him for this. We had annual outings and excursion. Some teachers accompanied us. We then passed the days very happily. I remember with pleasure those happy days outside the class room. 1496 words 782 words 708 words 1620 words Individuality vs. Conformity in High School Essay - It was the first day of school. I was eager to see most of my friends who I went to middle school with. There was one big thing that struck me; I noticed my friends changed. They started dressed differently, acted differently, changed their hair style, and even started wearing makeup. Since the transition fresh out of middle school and into high school, my friends wanted to look older. The biggest factor that bothered me was how they would conform to look like the sophomores, juniors, and seniors. [tags: high school, ] Impressions Obtained from a Visit to the Dr. William E. Anderson Library at Calvary Christian High School - It is important for all librarians, whether they work in an academic, public, special, or school library, to visit other facilities and observe and discuss how they operate their library. New thoughts, ideas, and ways of accomplishing tasks can be gathered and put to use in other libraries. This paper will discuss some of the aspects and impressions obtained from a visit to the Dr. William E. Anderson Library at Calvary Christian High School. Calvary Christian High School is a private, church, secondary school located in Clearwater, Florida. [tags: School Observation] High School Football Essay - I've never decided if I actually miss playing football. I played tight end and outside linebacker for one season, during my freshman year of high school. The previous winter I'd lifted weights often enough for a junior high kid, then I long jumped in track during the spring and kept in good condition all summer. I was no all-out beast, but for me it was decent dedication. Our coach, Mr. Noble, was horrible. I respected him at the time, and so did everyone else--he was six five and had some serious guns. [tags: Personal Narrative, Autobiographical Essay] Environmental Club, Social service Group, etc. are very active in my school. I take part in most of these activities. Matches, tournaments, cultural shows, competitions, outings, picnics, etc. make my school life lively, interesting and enjoyable. Utmost importance is given to academic pursuits in the school. Classes are held regularly and are interspersed with monthly tests and quarterly examinations. Those, who fair badly in these tests and examinations, are severely admonished, and in some cases, their parents are called. For many of us the days spent in school are the happiest and the best days of our life. The very memory of school days fills our minds with nostalgic memories of happy days of yester years. Image Source: tcdsb.org If i say thanks to to a persons who actually shapes my personality today is my Father and Mother. My father hard working tough me how to become a strong and how to faces challenges. I can envision his hardness and determination to stay honest. The inspirational words of my mother are still driving force in me, all the sacred words that she told me are still echoing in my mind and heart. Thanks to you both.
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