...It was freshmen year and the school was about to end and I was failing most of my classes. I didn't really think freshmen year was a big deal so i didn't take it seriously. Late sophomore year is when i started to realize that i screwed up really bad and it was gonna be a rough road for me. I was on track to graduate because of all the credits i had lost during freshmen and sophomore year. Freshmen year first and second semester I failed like 4 classes and this happen because I wouldn’t show up for class. I wouldn’t do the work and I would never ask for help or ask questions if I didn’t understand something. Sophomore year was the same as freshmen year but sophomore year I had this class called ATL. This class we had to do a MYP project because it was a requirement for me to graduate. I didn’t do the the project. We also had a second project for second semester but i forgot what it called and I didn’t do that one either which was a really bad for me because i would have to do them either way. It would have made more sense for me just to do it that year and get it over with that year....
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...During my sophomore year, I became friends with a girl that I knew for a few years, yet never became close with before. We became friends and I went to her house almost every day. She began to drive me to and from school, take me with her to all of her family events, and I would do the same for her. We became best friends and could not go a day without talking to each other. Throughout my sophomore year, I had a new best friend that I thought would be there for me for awhile. By the end of the year, I had drifted away from old friends, and drifted towards this person. I had forgotten who had been there for me first and focused on the one person. By May of my sophomore year, the girl began to change. She changed plans at least once a...
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...Sophomore year was my favorite year of high school. It started out slow but ended with a rush. It seem like it flew past me. I would redo sophomore year all over again just for the fun of it. Being a 10th grader is often looked at as the beginning of our teenage independence. It’s not like that for everyone. At the time I was going through some family issues that held me back from experiencing my own independence. I had just started living with my aunt, my dad’s sister, at the end of 9th grade year. I started 10th grade at John Adams High School. Even though I ended 9th grade year there, I told myself that I wasn’t going to try to make any friends there at the time because I’d probably be at another school next year, but I wasn’t. Going there was a bit awkward; I had told some students that I wouldn’t be attending the school 10th grade year but there I was....
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...There are many events in my personal developmental history that are significant. One in particular from the past that comes to mind is when I started my sophomore year of high school. Many things in this year shaped who I am today. I became more independent and met a couple people that changed my life. As a sophomore in high school I grew up a lot. For one I began to drive. This makes young people independent and it definitely did for me too. I began hanging out with my friends a lot more simply because it was easy and my parents didn’t have to take me everywhere. When my parents stopped driving me around I was able to make choices of where I went, good or bad. I made decisions and I learned a lot about consequences this year. The next things...
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...My Sophomore year of high school my stepdad was arrested. It was the most I’ve ever felt confused, angry, and sad. Junior year he passed away, and even though these events that took place in my life are anything but good, I am happy to say that even with all of the bad that was in my life, I am able to walk away from these experiences a better, more knowledgeable person. My stepdad was more of a father to me than a stepdad. He was my coach, my teacher, my friend, and my dad. Even though he is gone he is still all of these things, and I know that he is still watching over me because no matter where I am and no matter what I am doing I can still sense his warm, happy presents helping me through every day of my life. When he was arrested, it seemed as though the world had stopped moving and everything around me just stopped as well. When my mom called me to tell me that he was arrested my whole being shut down. I wanted to cry but couldn’t. I wanted to scream but didn’t. Instead I stood still, not saying anything on the phone. I was speechless, I was breathless, I was gone. I was somewhere else floating away from everything that I knew....
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...I don’t remember much about my sophomore year, except the fact that it was my lowest point. Sophomore shock set in when I realized how much harder the work load was. I was taking more honors classes and my core classes were all in my first semester so there was little room of laziness. Hours, upon, hours were spent on homework, but all I wanted to do was sleep. I wasn’t getting along with my teachers and one in particular made me super anxious. Also for the first time in my life I was having super anxiety attacks so back I would cry and shake, sometimes even vomit in the bathroom. I didn’t know what was wrong with me. I have a family that loves me, a home, clothes, and food, why was I so troubled? Well that was the question on my mind and everyone’s mind. Hopeless, for no reason and I couldn’t escape it, just the sheer sight of the school made me sick. When I really look at 16 year old me I see someone who had no one, I lost all my friends, and I was trying to balance work, school, and volleyball. At 16 no one understood all that was on my plate because in 10th grade no one had a job and some only had to focus on school. I was spreading myself thin. So eventually, I began avoiding school pretending to be sick, but I really felt ill, I could no longer...
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...My Freshman year and Sophomore year in high school were not the worst but also not the best either. I was still adjusting from grade school getting Cs’ thinking they were acceptable. The main thing I struggled with the most and I still usually do today is math. I feel like people either usually love math and are complete whiz kids with it, or they are like how I am and cannot figure it out for the life of them sometimes. Junior year and senior year I have really turned around with my grades though. My junior year I worked hard as was able to make the gold honor roll with As’ and Bs’. School just didn’t seem as hard if I truly tried my hardest. Senior year is also going well grade wise. My favorite class or subject would have to be History...
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...I would categorize my senior year as one of wild progression when it came to my writing. Senior year mirrors my sophomore year almost exactly when it comes to just pure progression. In that sophomore year, I greatly improved in an area that had irked me for years, the organization of content, and I grew in other critical areas throughout the course of this year. While I would consider my writing far more refined than it was in 10th grade, there are still multiple core elements that I always work to improve. The first few journals last semester echoed the thoughts of a teen who refused to take risks in his writing, who couldn’t be told his faults without a fear of personal attack. Last year the majority of my writing was for AP courses, and...
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...Whenever I think of the events that have occurred in the past, I always seem to remember more tragic events than the blissful moments. Even in literature, the tragedies are more remembered than other stories. For example, the story of Romeo and Juliet is one of the most notorious plays, despite its appalling ending. Authors have made it a point to sell tragedy in order to make money. However, my perspective on that opinion has been changed. I read The Great Gatsby during my sophomore year in high school as a part of an American literature class. By the end of the book, I realized that no matter what happens in life, it will still keep going and I should only have to look at the optimistic part of it. For some reason, I felt sympathy for Gatsby,...
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...Personal Narrative Prompt: A Time You Were Stressed/Anxious During sophomore year my Chemistry class was told that our second semester final was to make a lab video. It sounded very fun, I had a friend I wanted to work with, and I was good at figuring out computer programs for the most part. We learned of our task at the beginning of the school year, but we didn’t have to start working until March. I always try to think of projects as interesting challenges even if I know I will be stressed out halfway through. In the end it doesn’t matter if I tried to think positive- it either turns out okay or it doesn’t. Working with my best friend was interesting, especially because she was more scientifically inclined than I was. I could figure out...
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...Personal Narrative- Track Competition The moment of truth was upon me. The official times, this includes whom qualified for finals, for the 400m relay had been posted. My eyes scanned the page for the bold letters that spell ANDERSON. As I ran my finger across the page to where the times were posted, my ears began to shut out all outside noises, leaving me alone with the thump of my heart and the inhale and exhale of my lungs. Both began to increase in speed as my eyes narrowed in on the time. My sophomore year had begun and I wasn't sure whether or not I was going to do track this year. Last year I played football in the fall and soccer in the spring. Not really enjoying it, the decision was made to play " real futbol" (soccer) in the fall, leaving the spring sports season open. My friend kept telling me how fun track was, so I decided to give it a try. As the first meet neared, things were going well. I made it onto the 4x100 team making me the third fastest kid on the team. The other members of the relay were Jason Schmidt, Jeremy Willard and Rodney Schmidt. Jason and Jeremy were both the top dogs and Rodney and I were second from the bottom of the barrel. The 400 relay was my best event. We placed in every meet and even took home some medals as the season progressed. As the track year rounded for the home stretch, we had only three more meets to compete in: the Tiger Invitational, regionals, and state. As the Tiger rolled around, there arose a question...
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...Personal Narrative My senior year of High School, I had my mind set on where I was going to college: The Art Institute in Dallas to be a fashion designer. Everyone told me not to go, that I wouldn’t make it a month and wouldn’t be long before I was back home. I was determined to prove my family wrong. My parents and I took a trip to Dallas for a campus tour. I loved every minute of the tour, but on the way home my mom told me that if I wanted to go to school there, I would have to raise the money on my own. After I graduated, I decided to take some side courses like Art and Photography while working to raise the money. Because I was unsure of which career path I wanted to study in school, after two years of working for my family company, they decided it was time for me to look for a job and stop pursing school. At the age of 20 I started working for Cato’s a women’s clothing company, about a year into working there I was named first assistant and no longer thought about going to school or raising the money to go. Just being stuck in a dead end job for the rest of my life. I started drinking and not caring about anything or anyone. This attitude went on for about a year and half, until one Sunday morning my pastor was talking about starting your life over no matter how deep you were. In the middle of the service I realized what I was doing and that I was not only hurting myself, but everyone around me and that I need to stop. I ran out of the service crying. Jenni the pastor’s...
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...1001 Personal Narrative: Introduction Born and raised in San Diego my whole life definitely shaped who I have become. Having a love for the beach, the sun and most importantly Mexican food are all loves that have all come from my hometown. But it wasn’t until my sophomore year that I realized maybe there is more to life than just going the beach and getting tan. Maybe there are real issues in the world that are more important than who Sean is going to pick on the Bachelor. Maybe there are issues that are going on just forty minutes out of my picture perfect homeland. The sun beamed through my window as my eyes slowly opened. I dragged my self out of bed and went down stairs. My mom was packing up some clothes and putting it in a box. I asked her what she was doing and she explained that it was some clothes for an orphanage in Tijuana. I gently picked up the clothes in the box and noticed so many of the clothes had stains or holes. I asked my mom, “Who would wear clothes like this? They are disgusting!” My mom then began to explain that these children will wear anything that will cover their backs. They have nothing, so they appreciate everything. I didn’t think much about it and I went on my way to school. However, during the school day I couldn’t stop thinking that if they were so grateful for clothes we substitute as rags, how awful could there living conditions be? The more my mind raced through out the day, the more I felt like there had to be something more my family...
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...biographical research paper will focus on the life of Ignatius of Loyola. It is the intention of this writer to deal with three major concerns regarding this post-New Testament Christian personality. First concern: to provide some background and personal history. Next, to set forth the contributions of Ignatius and the significant impact he had on the Church in general among his contemporaries, right up to the present day. Finally, the writer will reveal how the life of Ignatius relates to and has personally influenced his own. Background and personal history Iñigo Lopez de Oñaz y Loyola, whom we know as St. Ignatius, was born the youngest of thirteen children in northeastern Spain in 1491. He was raised in a noble Basque family of high Catholic piety but lax in morals. His father had several children by another woman, and his grandfather's lawless behavior led to the top two floors of the Loyola castle being demolished by order of the crown. Iñigo hardly knew his mother, Marina Saenz de Licona. As was the custom of the time, “A few days after his birth Iñigo was handed over to a wet-nurse, Maria de Garin, wife of the blacksmith living in a cottage a few miles from Loyola.” He was in Maria’s care until he was between one and two years old. His mother, Marina died when Iñigo was still a child. His father, Don Beltrán Yañez de Oñaz y Loyola, died when he was sixteen. One of his brothers went on the second voyage of Columbus and another died in battle also far away. Iñigo was...
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...by the monarch at any time. These traditions applied throughout the Royal Navy, including in ships stationed in Britain’s North American colonies. During the War for Independence, the Continental Navy maintained these traditions. And after the U.S. achieved its independence from Britain, both the Revenue Marine (starting in 1790) and Navy (beginning in 1798) carried them forward. Foreword CONTENTS i Overview 1 Application Format & Contents 9 Narrative Memo 13 CO’s Endorsement 21 Interview 31 Conclusion 41 Appendix A (Officer & Enlisted Careers) 43 49 OCS, CSPI, DCE, AVCAD APPLICATION PREPARATION HANDBOOK OCS, CSPI, DCE, AVCAD APPLICATION PREPARATION HANDBOOK FOREWORD president”. That means they can be dismissed at any time without any reason. These terms of service date back centuries, and are the source of the words we still use to describe the status of the people within the military hierarchy: “enlist”, “warrant”, and “commission”. Starting over 500 years ago, ranks in Britain’s Royal Navy paralleled the distinctions that existed in civilian society, when a rigid class system existed. As today, crews were made up of seamen (there were no...
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