I have waited for this day since I was in eighth grade, just wanting to be done with people that don't care about me, the homework, and get my diploma. Now that i'm a senior, I can taste the end, and it tastes good.
Funding can be problematic for many if it is not used in the right way. Certain areas in the education system can become overfunded and other areas become underfunded due to not having a sufficient budget to provide the essential recourses for the students. Some education systems like schools now do not have enough funding to provide the proper resources for their students. This can become a burden for the parents or guardians, the teachers, the students and even the taxpayer. Underfunding will damage a community and will create a lot of problems if the funding is not recognized and fixed.
Growing up in a small beach town in New Jersey is a life that parents dream of for their children. The popular summer destination, nestled on a Cape May County Island, was my year-round reality. Being in walking distance to the beach, attending great schools, and living in a town that is considered safe and supportive for families, was more than my parents ever imagined to be possible.
"Did you go to private school? Public? You're so well-spoken for someone without a degree!"
It's been about five years since I graduated high school. On June 12th, 2014, my former peers that I would typically see daily and I, finally threw our graduation caps in the air and went our separate ways.
In the fall of 2014, Reverend Kym McNair, Associate Minister at Antioch Baptist Church in Bedford Hills, was excited to receive an invitation to attend a workshop at Fox Lane on diversity, racism and white privilege. Unfortunately, pushback from a vocal part of the community forced school superintendent, Dr. Jere Hochman to cancel the initiative. At the same time, local clergy like herself decided that engaging in the vitriol was not conducive to advancing the best possible outcome.
Hello my name is Ryanne. I'm currently in high school—let me rephrase that, I'm currently I'm hell. Also, a quick side note: This is my first story I'm fighting about. I like venting a lot, but never have anyone to vent to so hopefully I can gain some readers on here who will hear my voice as I try to speak out against the shit I believe in. Alright back to the story, I hope you enjoy!
Hi, my name is Tyler, I'm gonna give a brief explanation of my life that will later follow into a whole story of the things I deal with in my life. Since graduating high school, life as really smacked me in the face without even giving me a heads up. I never knew that you really had to work for the things you want if you want them or need them. For example, almost everyone in high school lives a carefree life with barely any worries in the world other than trying to pass the next quarter. Me and my friends would fuck around and cheat off of each other while pretty much letting the one friend do all the work and getting full credit for it. Those were the days me and my friends still latch onto, while constantly reminding each other of stupid funny memories we had in class. I can remember this one teacher I had named Mr. Reinard who would teach all the science classes along with another teacher we had named Mrs. Flanagan; I'll get to her later. Anyway Mr. Reinard was a soft-spoken man who really never put his foot down when it came to getting the class under control, he would often get made fun off cause he was heavy set, students even assumed he was gay for the hand gestures he made and the way he spoke. Mostly, no one cared, but it just happened that a friend of mine found him on a gay dating app and of course, that got around like wildfire. Even some of the students would go up to him and ask if he was gay, which I thought was funny as hell, but of course, he found it to be an invasion of privacy and got offended for even being asked. But this one particular time when he was teaching, a girl in our class had her phone out and sat in the first row near the whiteboard and Mr. Reinar, of course, scolded her.
Fanning the passionate and artistic flame inside of young people is a critical notion for our society to learn. Here is the story of my passion for the performing arts.
It's the moment I've been waiting for since as long as I can remember, school as I know it is coming to an end and I couldn't be more excited. For so long, all I could think about is how much I dislike school, and how badly I wanted to grow up and live my own life—instead of someone else's fixed agenda. To me, school hasn't felt fulfilling. It hasn't felt like it was preparing me for the "real world;" whatever that is. But school wasn't all so bad.