Sharndip Singh
Essay 1 (Narrative)
Average or Below Average?
First Grade After taking a decent amount of my pictures of me on the first day of school, my mom finally decided to start walking me to Jefferson Elementary. Jefferson had this really tall principle and this Asian teacher that never got along with me. I got in trouble for all kinds of things, from lying to the teacher about why I didn’t do my homework to coloring the carpet with crayons during story time. All in all, I loved pigging out at lunch time and going on the monkey bars during recess which I remember falling from and spraining my wrist one time.
Six Grade When I first set foot on Leroy F. Greene, which was known in the area as a “ghetto” middle school, I met some people there who loved to wear the color red to school even though it was banned by the staff and known as a gang color. What always astonished me to this day is that how can kids in the 6th grade be “gang affiliated” at such a young age. Nevertheless, sixth grade was well spent at the principal’s office every week because of a teacher named Mr. Wahlquist who would call your parents everyday if you talked in class and he would kick you out if you dare questioning his pointless phone calls he would make you do in front of the whole class. With average grades, and a hot P.E. teacher that I once accidently hit on the head with a basketball, sixth grade was very memorable. The rest of middle school consisted of trying to fit in and being the “cool” guy everyone liked instead of being the smart guy that my parents and teachers would’ve liked. Ninth Grade High school is considered to be the most memorable four years in a person’s life, my ninth grade was one of the most successful year of my high school education. With two honors classes and GPA of 3.5 I felt like I would make it into any college of my choice once I was done with high school. The one thing about Natomas High School was, I had no friends there. All of my close friends were at Inderkum High School, a school I transferred …show more content…
While most of my classmates and friends took senior year easy by getting a modified schedule in order to leave school early, I was making up classes I needed in order to get my high school diploma. I did what I needed to get done so I could graduate high school and be the first one in my family who would go to college and get a degree. Being involved in every school activity was very important to me along with everyone else because we knew it would all be over soon. Whether it was just a high school football game or dances like homecoming and prom, I made sure I was there being involved and having a good time. Walking down that football field with my cap and gown was a dream come true. For some people graduating high school is no big deal and for some it is the marking point and beginning of a new chapter in there in life. For me, graduation day was the proudest day of my life. The difficulties and the mistakes I made/fixed just made the day feel even better. I knew people had questioned my capabilities and proving them wrong was a feeling like no
Essay 1 (Narrative)
Average or Below Average?
First Grade After taking a decent amount of my pictures of me on the first day of school, my mom finally decided to start walking me to Jefferson Elementary. Jefferson had this really tall principle and this Asian teacher that never got along with me. I got in trouble for all kinds of things, from lying to the teacher about why I didn’t do my homework to coloring the carpet with crayons during story time. All in all, I loved pigging out at lunch time and going on the monkey bars during recess which I remember falling from and spraining my wrist one time.
Six Grade When I first set foot on Leroy F. Greene, which was known in the area as a “ghetto” middle school, I met some people there who loved to wear the color red to school even though it was banned by the staff and known as a gang color. What always astonished me to this day is that how can kids in the 6th grade be “gang affiliated” at such a young age. Nevertheless, sixth grade was well spent at the principal’s office every week because of a teacher named Mr. Wahlquist who would call your parents everyday if you talked in class and he would kick you out if you dare questioning his pointless phone calls he would make you do in front of the whole class. With average grades, and a hot P.E. teacher that I once accidently hit on the head with a basketball, sixth grade was very memorable. The rest of middle school consisted of trying to fit in and being the “cool” guy everyone liked instead of being the smart guy that my parents and teachers would’ve liked. Ninth Grade High school is considered to be the most memorable four years in a person’s life, my ninth grade was one of the most successful year of my high school education. With two honors classes and GPA of 3.5 I felt like I would make it into any college of my choice once I was done with high school. The one thing about Natomas High School was, I had no friends there. All of my close friends were at Inderkum High School, a school I transferred …show more content…
While most of my classmates and friends took senior year easy by getting a modified schedule in order to leave school early, I was making up classes I needed in order to get my high school diploma. I did what I needed to get done so I could graduate high school and be the first one in my family who would go to college and get a degree. Being involved in every school activity was very important to me along with everyone else because we knew it would all be over soon. Whether it was just a high school football game or dances like homecoming and prom, I made sure I was there being involved and having a good time. Walking down that football field with my cap and gown was a dream come true. For some people graduating high school is no big deal and for some it is the marking point and beginning of a new chapter in there in life. For me, graduation day was the proudest day of my life. The difficulties and the mistakes I made/fixed just made the day feel even better. I knew people had questioned my capabilities and proving them wrong was a feeling like no