Sophomore Year Experience

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Sophomore year was an easy going year compared to my other years before and after. Sophomore year was a year where I thought of my dreams and future. Even though I haven’t participated in any school clubs, I still felt fulfilled. Sophomore year was a year filled with new challenges.

After quitting NJROTC my sophomore year, I had to take a health and gym class. It was both of these classes that I dreaded the most. In gym class, I am not a person who loves to participate, because it occasionally gets rough. I am not that athletic and disliked the fact that you had to participate to get points. Not only that, we would pay the same game for two weeks straight. I only looked forward to free time every Friday. On the other hand, unexpectedly,
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All you could see was students walking 10 inches from the actual line and some walking in curved lines. The students actually seemed like they were drunk. Another project we had to perform was a skit with different scenarios. Each team had to write a script and the best performance was chosen from all her classes. Even though my team’s skit didn’t win, it was still a fun experience.

After a presentation in the little theater for the career-tech programs, I was determined to join one. Once I got home my mother told me to pick the programs I really liked. When it came down to the final selections, Criminal Justice and Interactive Media were my final picks. I wanted to do Interactive Media so bad despite to would have to wake up earlier than usual to catch the school bus to Mentor. My mother was at first not so fond of the idea of waking up earlier than she had to. However, she said that she will see how it goes, but I also had to pick a backup option. To get into a career-tech program you had to have an interview with the teacher and be selected from all the other students that applied. I was so nervous for both interviews, because I am naturally a nervous person. When interviewing for the Criminal
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I loved to play the guitar and had three. The only thing I would spend money on was buying books or equipment all for my guitar. By this time I went through two teachers. The first I quit out of the blue, but the second one was even better. He taught me most of the songs that I know today. I would take a lesson every Wednesday at Sam Ash. I felt like their number one customer. I just love music so much. In fact, I also participated in the music students jam session. Of course, like always, I was extremely nervous. I was so nervous to play not only by myself that I could barely move my fingers across the strings. I was glad once it was over and also proud that I did it. In contrast to my calm side, I was also taking Karate lessons. After switching Karate schools I had to go from an orange belt back down to a white belt. I had to work my way up the belt system again. However, unlike my previous studio, this one incorporated more fitness into it. I was really tired and worn out by the end of the one hour class. In the class I was one of the model students that showed no too much strength, but enough to fell an attacks effect. I also displayed good speed also, but I was nothing compared to the swiftness of my teacher. He was short, but really fast. During a belt test you had to do the move with confidence or you would get hit. Even if you forgot the move you still had to defend no matter what. There was