School is very
dear to me. As most Americans I started school when I was 5
years of age and have been in school ever since. It is
almost like the "Never-Ending Story," only that School
changes it's name to Work later in life.
My School Attendances is as
follows:
Growing up
throughout my elementary years I was your average student.
Went to school every day, being sick did not stop a thing.
Got the Perfect Attendance award, and Principals list until 5th
grade. In 5th grade I made my first C. Thence forth,
a slacker was born. My teacher said she gave me a C
because I talked too much in class and didn't seem to do any
work. She basically said that I wasn't trying hard enough
in school. Well the ITBS (Iowa Test of Basic Skills), and
no I'm not from Iowa, scores showed different. I was in
the Highest percentile with a score of 99%, otherwise known as a
perfect score. This is when I acquire the pompous I am
sometimes known for. The next grade that taught me a lot
of adult like skills had to of been the 6th grade. Here my
homeroom teacher was, to put it mildly, a spawn demon I too have been called this,
so it's ok for me to call someone else one...seeing as how we are all alike and such). This
was a man who really hated people, especially kids. His cop-out
was that he was being this way so you would be prepared for
"the real world". It didn't work, because to
prepare someone for the real world, you too have to be
prepared. Simple logic, however, most people cannot grasp
simple logic.
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The next set of
grades were pretty casual. I learned how to play the
trombone, and also the French Horn. I didn't really date
girls during this time because I thought a little low of myself,
as I still do sometimes today. Nonetheless, Middle School flew
by quickly. I tried to go unnoticed, for it was only two
years. What's the point in making something out of
nothing. I learned that lesson early, however, I can only
apply it to working conditions and school, nothing else.
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Finally, High
School. Here is where majority of my growing up occurred.
To get into the Columbus High School Magnet Program, a rising
freshman had to take a test. This test was pretty basic,
it was a test over skills learned in Pre-Algebra and Language
Arts. The math portion of the test was very simple.
Problems ranging from simple mathematics, to some basic
algebraic concepts. The Language Arts portion of the test
was also simple. I wrote an essay on how guns have both
helped and hurt our species throughout time. It wasn't too
in depth, however, I made it a five paragraph standard
essay. I got the acceptance letter while I was traveling
through Tennessee's Pink Palace (Civil War Museum). My 9th
grade year went by with little hesitation. I was in the
marching band, attempting to play the trombone, and Concert
Band. The band was a passion of mine next to computers,
until later on. I planned on going to my first dance of
all time with some band people this year. A girl I knew
from the saxophone section asked me if I would like to go with
her. I took her up on this offer. We were supposed
to meet at the school and go in to the "Homecoming
Dance". Well that year it was rained out, so it was
held in the Gym, instead of the courtyards. Upon arrival
one had to take their shoes off in order to go dancing.
Well, that wasn't floating any boat of mine and to make it
worse, rap appeared to be the only genre of music the DJ
had. Needless to say, I did not end up going into the
dance, we just went out for supper. 9th grade continued to
be a year's effort of nothing but school work and petty little
disagreements with the way society is ran. In 10th grade I
experienced many defense mechanism. I had my band teacher
tell me that I was disruptive and should just leave the band,
that she really didn't want to see me there. Immediately
followed the next day by, we really need talent like you in our
band, to succeed. To me that was the defense mechanism of,
"Oh crap, I've screwed up!". Tell me if I'm
wrong, but that's what is considered flaky in my book.
This year I also had my first dose of Ms. Hankerson. For
anyone who hasn't been to CHS, Ms. Hankerson was probably the
worst influence on my life. She told me that I should not pursue
a career in computers. I also failed the most basic of all
computer classes under her teaching, Keyboarding. I went
to summer school that summer and took Advanced Computer 2.
I passed that with an A, Mrs. Mimms was the teacher. She
cared for her students and truly enjoyed her job. However,
I think my job persuaded her decision of making me head support
student. Read the Work section for
more information on this. The 11th grade brought about
many rejections and eye opening changes. I was rejected by
most any girl I asked out. This was very hard for me
because I was already pessimistic. School was getting very
boring during this time, I'd rather be working than going to
school. It's odd how every year there is one teacher that
sticks out in my mind as a really bad teacher. This year
however it changes I had two of the most unpopular and disliked
teachers at CHS. Ms. Miller was the first of these
teachers. She had me to sit in the back of the
class. The bookcase I sat next to blocked most of the
students and she kept the door opened so she wouldn't see me. I
went through the American Literature without seeing the teacher
teach. Click here to see a rough
drawing of where I sat and the wonderful education privilege I
received. The next teacher was probably the worst one
ever, far surpassing the 6th grade experience of a small spawn
demon. Mrs. Kellet had to of been a reincarnation of
Satan. She was the World History teacher. She
believed that everyone should believe everything she said and
that if you had a discerning opinion then you were not
intelligent. In fact, she told me during class that she
disliked me and wanted me to get out of her class. She
said I didn't make any sense and that I didn't know how to ask
questions right. She also said that I would never make it
to college and that I should pick up a career as an employee of
my local Chevron/Shell station. So nonetheless, my 11th
grade year concluded with much anger towards some teachers and
with many rejections from girls. I still to this day
wonder about that year in high school. The last grade
in high school is 12th, and thankfully so. This page is
getting pretty long, and have no idea what I would have done if
high school were longer. With that aside, my senior
year in high school wasn't grand by any means. I already
had my SAT scores and decided that I was going to CSU.
However, I met a really nice teacher for a change. Mrs.
Wingard, most students feared her because she taught really hard
material, and wanted to wear out new magnets so that they'd get
a thought of how hard CHS really is. Her computer went
down that year and I was the person she called on to fix
it. For this, I think she was a little lenient on my
grade. Although, I still busted my chops in that class,
cause I didn't want her to think I was taking advantage of the
offer. The other teacher I had that I liked a lot was Ms.
Fuller. She was really nice, and knew how to be really
cool. I rebuilt a 1976
Firebird for my senior project. I didn't go to the
prom, and wasn't really school spirited. I decided to take
it real easy that year. Then I graduated...
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Continuing my education I am attempting to receive a Computer
Science degree from Columbus State University. Nothing
much has really happened at college. Everyone is laid back
and it doesn't appear that teachers have a genuine interest to
teach...only to make money and be business like. To
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