you did together. The friends that you choose forms how you are as a person and what you will experience. “I’m a selective person when it comes to friends and through most of my high school years I only had two real friends. One of them was named Maricio, but his nickname is Mickey. I knew the guy since middle school. He was a real good guy, very genuine and always had my best interest. We hung out all the time and even when he went away on vacation we would write each other letters. As kids we
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feeling this, I have mixed emotions regarding this matter- I'M AT MY LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL...!!! I don't know what to feel, I can see by now what is going to happen, it's really an odd feeling bidding your classmates,your teachers and alma mater. It seems like yesterday when I first lay my feet in this institution, but four years seems to be so fast. Now, we SENIORS will say GOODBYE to high school and HELLO to college life...,no more happy trips with ''barkadas'', no more cheats during
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childhood. I remember it was the first grade and I was at a new school. I was very shy and afraid that I would not have any friends. I had a cousin that I went to school with and he introduced me to new people. He introduced me to Mark. We hung out occasionally when we were younger because we had same group of friends. It was not until the seventh grade that Mark and I became best friends. Ever since then we have been close. In high school, Mark and I played basketball together. We both started on varsity
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Liv went to Amity Middle School-Bethany (AMSB) before Amity High School. At the middle school, she became friends with Nicole and Mina. She met Nicole during track and bonded over the fact that they both had, “messed-up knees”. Through Nicole, she met Mina. They all quickly became best friends. Liv enjoys running
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see how it was going to be played out. The commencement ceremony was unexpectedly coming to a close, and my fellow classmate and I were still taking in our valedictorian’s inspiring speech. I took a deep breathe in and realized that even though high school was over, and there was a new chapter of
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and my sisters were younger than me -they were five & three- so they don’t remember them either. My earliest memories of that time are of him not being around because they were separated. Then he moved back to Florida when I was eight and we only saw him during the summer and Christmas. After my parents divorced, my mom moved a lot. There were times I attended two or three schools during one year. Since I was the oldest, I think I was affected the most by this. We did not have a stable living
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administered 8,040 people. Standardized tests serve to offer measure of aptitude. There are standardized test that can measure school progress, intelligence, memory, and behavior capabilities. Some standardized tests are given to a whole group of people at once, others are given individually. There are also
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we've spent in high school? In the beginning, we measured it in class periods, counting down the day to eventual freedom. As the days and weeks passed, we measured it in semesters, and later in years as we moved from being those clueless freshmen, to becoming sophisticated sophomores who thought they had it all figured out. By the time we reached our junior year, we were confident that we were prepared to take over for the graduating seniors, and we couldn't wait to "rule the school." And now
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In his essay, “Becoming a Writer,” Russell Baker explains the effect that doing something for yourself can have on you. For baker, it wasn’t until his third year in high school that he realized writing wasn’t as much work as he thought. He figured it would be just another year with just another new writing teacher: boring, dull, and burdensome. Baker’s new teacher, Mr. Fleagle, did not prove him wrong by way of forcing his enthusiasm for Macbeth on the students and his constant overuse of the phrase
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You could say my life is different than most. I grew up at a dirt racetrack. My dad raced an open wheel sprint car up until I was fifteen. My first memory is of cameras flashing and fans cheering while we were standing in victory lane. From that moment on, I knew there has only been one thing I wanted to do all my life, racecars. Auto racing is a predominantly male dominated sport; it's pretty obvious at the track while looking at all five foot one inch of me, that I don’t meet the usual requirements
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