English
Paul Healy
Semester 1:One of the projects for the first semester of English class was The Hero's Journey. We read The Odyssey and took mini quizzes every time we read a chapter. We then learned about a Hero and what makes somebody one. The Hero's Journey was an essay we were required to write. We had to write about someone we did, that made us a hero. We then compared our Journey as a hero to Odysseus in The Odyssey
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End Of Course ReflectionSEE EOC TAB IN ADVISORY TASKS*
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Everything Gets Better In The End And If It Doesn’t, It’s Not The End
Hearing “Sorangel Peguero” my heart dropped. Walking down the stage of Blackstone Academy Charter School and feeling the diploma in my hand wrapped perfectly by a blue ribbon and hearing the applauses, cries, and cheers from those who support me. I finally did it! Four years of high school and hard work definitely paid off. I walked down the stairs with my legs nearly falling off my body. I hugged everyone who came across my eyes. I went to hug my mother, father, and two older brothers. By the tears of my mother, I felt the warm salty tears from her cheek on my neck and my shoulders being soaked. With a scholarship from Brown University, I knew life was going to be a million times easier for my parents and I. “I'm so proud of you,” My father said holding back his tears. “Thank you dad,” I replied. “I couldn’t have done it without you guys.”
Before I knew it, four months had passed by and I was packing my things for my first day of college. I packed up 8 big suitcases full of clothing, shoes, accessories, and all of a typical girly girls best friend. “You look like you’re going to war.” My father said to me sarcastically. “I am.” I said. I headed outside to put my things in the car. It was about 80° outside with a cold and gentle breeze that blew my hair into my face and my flowy white dress over my knees. I was wearing flip flops and could feel the cool, prickly and ticklish grass in between my toes. I got into the car with my family and drove off to Brown University. We passed Moses Brown, Hope High School, and The Wheeler School. We turned into Thayer Street, known as the Times Square in Providence, where my apartment was up the road. The dark olive green paint of my apartment was chipping off, revealing the sea blue white that had been painted before. It wasn't the apartment of my dreams, but I couldn't judge it’s inside because of it’s outside. I went inside and smelled the strong paint as if the walls were smeared with old spray paint. It had a small kitchen that was painted burgundy and had a dining table for two right it the middle. It also had one really big bedroom, and a medium sized living room also painted burgundy. I have to say the bathroom, which was painted gray, looked better than any other place in the apartment. I was living in its attic so the ceilings were slanted upward. I started to unpack my things on the couch and heard the doorbell ring. I looked outside to see a handsome young man around my age wearing a white button up, peach trousers, and brown loafers at the door steps. He was caramel colored with dark brown curly hair. I ran downstairs to open the door.
“Hi. My name is Andre. Is this 126 Thayer Street.?” He said while looking at a yellow paper. Then He looked up at me and seemed shocked.
“Yes, it is. You must be moving in into the first floor right?”
“No, actually, the attic.”
I was confused. “What? No, I live in the attic.”
He glared at me. “When you rented out the apartment online, didn't you see in the description of the home that you were going to be living with a roommate? I’m your roommate.” He said blushing. I was truly confused. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone. He showed me the description at the bottom of the website. It read in big bold letters “YOU WILL EACH BE ASSIGNED A ROOMMATE.” It didn’t bother me much. I always wanted a roommate.
About a year passed by and Andre and I have already bonded incredibly. We’ve become such great friends. He’s become my best friend. He was my partner in crime. He was somebody I could tell my problems to and trust with my life. He had a good future ahead of him. His family loved me and my family loved him. He stuck with me through my bad and my good days. We’ve been with each other through thick and thin. Andre and I would rather stay home and play silly board games than go to some friend’s party. We helped each other on problems and gave each other advice. He always made me laugh. He was sweet, generous, and caring. He was my dream boyfriend and thats why I said yes to him when he asked me to be his girlfriend. When we told our families, they weren't so surprised. They knew we were going to end up being a couple.
I walk into the apartment crying from speaking with Brown University's dean. Andre, playing temple run, dropped his phone and ran to hug me.
“Oh my god. What’s wrong?” He asked.
“My grades have dropped dramatically, Andre. I don’t know what to do.”
“Everything will be just fine.”
“No. I’ve always wanted to be a lawyer ever since I was in the 8th grade. You don't understand. I had 3 months to study for the exam that will determine my future. My life! I’ve been spending too much time with you and didn’t study at all. I don’t know if I could do this anymore.”
His eyes opened widely.
“What are you telling me?”
“I’m telling you that this is the end of it. The end of us. I understand we’ve been together for almost 3 years now and it was the most amazing experience ever. It hurts me to see my dreams go down the drain, but this means this relationship has to go too.”
“I really love you and I understand what you're trying to do is for the better but I’ve never felt so deeply in love with somebody, Sorangel. I can’t live without you.”
Andre started to tear up. I hugged him.
“How about we just take a break for now and see what the future will have in store for us, okay?”
I hugged him again for one last time. Andre ended up moving out.
I called my parents to tell them what had happened and they were devastated. They said what I did was right and that they were proud of me and that I should talk to my dean to see if there was anything I could do to make up the test but I never did anything about the problem besides break up with Andre. After that day, I studied every single day in my living room hoping I would get a second chance. The next 2 months in class, I was surprised to see my dean standing in the front of the room. “I need to announce something to the class.” He said. “Unfortunately, you will be taking another exam that will be counted as your final exam. There has been a few misunderstandings and the new exam is upgraded and renewed.The final exam you took 5 months ago is taken out from your grade and this exam will determine who you will be tomorrow and who you are as a person for the rest of your life.” My heart stopped for a few seconds. I was so happy! I took the exam confidently thanking God for what he had just done. Not only giving me a second chance but a week later, I got my exam results and I scored the highest in class!
A year passed. 8 years ago when I graduated high school at 17 years old this was exactly what I wished for. Owning The Law Offices Of Sorangel Peguero & Associates, adopting my own little girl, Denise, and most of all living in the nicest house I've ever laid eyes on. I am now 24 years old and this the exact dream that I wanted to turn into reality. College has taught me a lesson. A lesson that I will pass on to all. Don’t rush falling in love. It can get it in the way of you living your life and ruin the way you live it. I’m not saying love is a bad thing but don't chase love, let love come to you. But remember that everything gets better in the end. If it’s not better yet then don't worry because its not the end
Hearing “Sorangel Peguero” my heart dropped. Walking down the stage of Blackstone Academy Charter School and feeling the diploma in my hand wrapped perfectly by a blue ribbon and hearing the applauses, cries, and cheers from those who support me. I finally did it! Four years of high school and hard work definitely paid off. I walked down the stairs with my legs nearly falling off my body. I hugged everyone who came across my eyes. I went to hug my mother, father, and two older brothers. By the tears of my mother, I felt the warm salty tears from her cheek on my neck and my shoulders being soaked. With a scholarship from Brown University, I knew life was going to be a million times easier for my parents and I. “I'm so proud of you,” My father said holding back his tears. “Thank you dad,” I replied. “I couldn’t have done it without you guys.”
Before I knew it, four months had passed by and I was packing my things for my first day of college. I packed up 8 big suitcases full of clothing, shoes, accessories, and all of a typical girly girls best friend. “You look like you’re going to war.” My father said to me sarcastically. “I am.” I said. I headed outside to put my things in the car. It was about 80° outside with a cold and gentle breeze that blew my hair into my face and my flowy white dress over my knees. I was wearing flip flops and could feel the cool, prickly and ticklish grass in between my toes. I got into the car with my family and drove off to Brown University. We passed Moses Brown, Hope High School, and The Wheeler School. We turned into Thayer Street, known as the Times Square in Providence, where my apartment was up the road. The dark olive green paint of my apartment was chipping off, revealing the sea blue white that had been painted before. It wasn't the apartment of my dreams, but I couldn't judge it’s inside because of it’s outside. I went inside and smelled the strong paint as if the walls were smeared with old spray paint. It had a small kitchen that was painted burgundy and had a dining table for two right it the middle. It also had one really big bedroom, and a medium sized living room also painted burgundy. I have to say the bathroom, which was painted gray, looked better than any other place in the apartment. I was living in its attic so the ceilings were slanted upward. I started to unpack my things on the couch and heard the doorbell ring. I looked outside to see a handsome young man around my age wearing a white button up, peach trousers, and brown loafers at the door steps. He was caramel colored with dark brown curly hair. I ran downstairs to open the door.
“Hi. My name is Andre. Is this 126 Thayer Street.?” He said while looking at a yellow paper. Then He looked up at me and seemed shocked.
“Yes, it is. You must be moving in into the first floor right?”
“No, actually, the attic.”
I was confused. “What? No, I live in the attic.”
He glared at me. “When you rented out the apartment online, didn't you see in the description of the home that you were going to be living with a roommate? I’m your roommate.” He said blushing. I was truly confused. He reached into his pocket and took out his phone. He showed me the description at the bottom of the website. It read in big bold letters “YOU WILL EACH BE ASSIGNED A ROOMMATE.” It didn’t bother me much. I always wanted a roommate.
About a year passed by and Andre and I have already bonded incredibly. We’ve become such great friends. He’s become my best friend. He was my partner in crime. He was somebody I could tell my problems to and trust with my life. He had a good future ahead of him. His family loved me and my family loved him. He stuck with me through my bad and my good days. We’ve been with each other through thick and thin. Andre and I would rather stay home and play silly board games than go to some friend’s party. We helped each other on problems and gave each other advice. He always made me laugh. He was sweet, generous, and caring. He was my dream boyfriend and thats why I said yes to him when he asked me to be his girlfriend. When we told our families, they weren't so surprised. They knew we were going to end up being a couple.
I walk into the apartment crying from speaking with Brown University's dean. Andre, playing temple run, dropped his phone and ran to hug me.
“Oh my god. What’s wrong?” He asked.
“My grades have dropped dramatically, Andre. I don’t know what to do.”
“Everything will be just fine.”
“No. I’ve always wanted to be a lawyer ever since I was in the 8th grade. You don't understand. I had 3 months to study for the exam that will determine my future. My life! I’ve been spending too much time with you and didn’t study at all. I don’t know if I could do this anymore.”
His eyes opened widely.
“What are you telling me?”
“I’m telling you that this is the end of it. The end of us. I understand we’ve been together for almost 3 years now and it was the most amazing experience ever. It hurts me to see my dreams go down the drain, but this means this relationship has to go too.”
“I really love you and I understand what you're trying to do is for the better but I’ve never felt so deeply in love with somebody, Sorangel. I can’t live without you.”
Andre started to tear up. I hugged him.
“How about we just take a break for now and see what the future will have in store for us, okay?”
I hugged him again for one last time. Andre ended up moving out.
I called my parents to tell them what had happened and they were devastated. They said what I did was right and that they were proud of me and that I should talk to my dean to see if there was anything I could do to make up the test but I never did anything about the problem besides break up with Andre. After that day, I studied every single day in my living room hoping I would get a second chance. The next 2 months in class, I was surprised to see my dean standing in the front of the room. “I need to announce something to the class.” He said. “Unfortunately, you will be taking another exam that will be counted as your final exam. There has been a few misunderstandings and the new exam is upgraded and renewed.The final exam you took 5 months ago is taken out from your grade and this exam will determine who you will be tomorrow and who you are as a person for the rest of your life.” My heart stopped for a few seconds. I was so happy! I took the exam confidently thanking God for what he had just done. Not only giving me a second chance but a week later, I got my exam results and I scored the highest in class!
A year passed. 8 years ago when I graduated high school at 17 years old this was exactly what I wished for. Owning The Law Offices Of Sorangel Peguero & Associates, adopting my own little girl, Denise, and most of all living in the nicest house I've ever laid eyes on. I am now 24 years old and this the exact dream that I wanted to turn into reality. College has taught me a lesson. A lesson that I will pass on to all. Don’t rush falling in love. It can get it in the way of you living your life and ruin the way you live it. I’m not saying love is a bad thing but don't chase love, let love come to you. But remember that everything gets better in the end. If it’s not better yet then don't worry because its not the end
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