I was in dilemma wishing I never walked the face of the earth and I thought I would be doing everyone a favor just by taking my own life. I was going through a rough patch, every mistake and wrong thing that I had done in the past rose back to life; eating whatever shred of self worth that had left. I started performing badly at school, my two-year long sweet relationship with my girlfriend was brought to an end, I felt as if God had turned his back on me I could not handle the pain, my life was now a complete failure, it was a huge scar that I had to bear for
No matter what I did, I could never get straight A’s. It was impossible: No one has done it during the eight years I spent at that school. No matter how much I explained to my parents how ridiculous my teachers were: they continue to believe I was a below average student. There was no chance convincing a teacher to give you a better grade: my friends had tried; didn’t work out for them. The story doesn’t finish here, but I have just set up how oppressive my school was toward the students who just
When I started high school, I was a year above everyone else in our Math pathway. I also took all advanced classes. As a result, I had the best and most passionate teachers while my friends were stuck with teachers who did not care. So many opportunities are wasted by standard teachers who do not take the time to appreciate and acknowledge their students regardless of their prior knowledge or will to learn. My goal, once I have my degree, is to teach standard Algebra or Chemistry and encourage my students to learn and to love STEM classes.
The challenges I have faced influenced my academic performance and guided me into pursuing my college education. My junior year was a struggle for me. I decided to challenge myself like I have never been challenged before. I took on an honors class that I clearly wasn 't ready for, but I stuck with it and was determined to finish. In the beginning the intensity surprised me and I did not do as well as I would have liked to.
Before going to Immaculata, I went to Hillsborough High School. Despite the acclaim the school gets, such as recently being ranked the fourteenth best school in the state of New Jersey, I was extremely miserable for the entirety of the time I went to the school. I had nobody I could talk with within the school, as every student avoided me, and the guidance counselors were more concerned with burying complaints to continue advertising a positive environment. Not even my teachers cared about me, as I would often be ignored when asking questions and I was even skipped over when groups were assigned multiple times. By the end of Sophomore year, I was extremely depressed, and would have no energy to do anything after doing my homework.
I started school and by no surprise I was the worst, and the dullest in my class. Still now when I see one of my old classmates in of elementary or middle school I hide so that I don’t have to see their expression. I was such a horrible student that even my beloved grandmother said the I’m never going to go to college. It even got so far that even me, myself was fearing my future. That could be the reason why I never appreciated my birthday.
They were watered by the alcohol I poured down the drain to keep my parents sober. Sixth to seventh grade became the period of my life where I thought nothing would get better. My teachers would tell me “The sky’s the limit!”, but I didn’t understand. I couldn’t even get off the ground. The red ink marks my homework bled were mirrored on my body as battle scars as the result of my poor grades and lack of interest in what the school was teaching me.
Some people think that the soldiers are simply liabilities trying to drain government funds with their “PTSD” and “Depression”. However, if someone witnessed an explosion big enough to destroy two blocks, or saw a soldier dying on their way to the airport, perhaps they would understand. It made me feel bad, because I never supported the veterans’ cause. I never donated, or bought poppies. The dark reality struck me as I realized how inconsiderate and foolish I had been for my fifteen years of existence.
We didn’t even know what racism was until the 4th grade. I was the only white child in the class, Mrs. Young was black and didn’t like me because I was white, which she told me repeatedly. She even failed me in spelling because she said she couldn’t read my “white girl scribbles”. After that I thought racism was something between blacks and whites. Then later that year I came home from school confused and upset about the new boy at school.
Through examination of the previous sophomores’ advice and my own predictions of the year to come, I have formulated a definitive set of goals I would like to accomplish in Algebra II Honors this year. Looking back at my past year in Geometry Honors, I have recognized many improvements I need to make to my personal studying habits to reach my full potential and excel in this course. Last year, I was slow to ask for help, many times waiting until it was too late to come to my teacher and ask them to explain the concepts on which I was still a bit fuzzy. This year I am making it one of my personal goals to work harder to fully comprehend the mathematical concepts and ask for assistance as soon as I start noticing a problem. I also would like to make it a goal to stay much more organized this
Standardized testing ugh. The absolute worst part of school.Testing is so dreadful because it’s time consuming, forget consuming it’s devouring, teachers and students don’t get the graded test back fast enough, and last but definitely not least students already have to study for classroom test weekly now you want to overload their brains! This why I am against standardize test. These test have a desire to devour classroom time and brain capacity. Class is already very tiring, think of adding hour long test.
She did not make any good friend throughout her childhood until one day she got to Junior High School. Naturally she had powers that were on and off and was very horrific and disturbing any it would trigger. As a result of her attitude she could not handle her first day of menstrual cycle which happen to occur when she was in school and that episode became a memorial story in the school in which was used against her and she became the laughing stock of the school out of pain and agony that she developed it ended her becoming a shy
Two months had gone by before I was able to fully return to school. Overwhelmed with all the material I had missed, I simply struggled in returning. Test, quizzes, and homework from various classes began to conquer my confidence in a successful year. I soon accepted the false thoughts that consumed my determination, I had given up on the year not even half way through it. My grades began to dropping, all the hard work I had put in, over my high school career, for the sake of my GPA didn 't matter to me anymore.
During high school Deresiwicz would agree that I lacked “learn to live with risk” quality. As a high school student wanted to do well to get into a prestigious college risk never really appealed to me. Taking a class that would most likely not get me the grade I wanted was practically academic suicide. However, now more so than ever as a college student Deresiwicz words hold merit. Deresiwicz recalls the moment he blew a test for the first time and later goes on to state, “I walked out feeling like I no longer knew who I