However, my pain started to become worse and I started to miss school at least once a week, which made it very difficult to keep up with my schoolwork and grades. Finally, in March I was diagnosed with Irritable Bowel Syndrome (or IBS) and given the medicine Hyoscyamine to try out. Basically the medicine was used to relax my stomach and stop it from cramping. The medicine worked pretty well for a few months. I was able to
My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before. I began slacking off inside as well as outside of the classroom. I stopped doing homework to my best ability’s, stopped studying for tests, and worst of all I was lying to my mother. For almost four months I treated my mother poorly. I constantly lied to her face about how my grades were.
After days of feeling stomachache and unable to even sleep at night, I missed two morning classes today because I was exhausted from the pain. I went to see a doctor and it turned out the medication they prescribed me before, was too much for my stomach. I have to live with bread and biscuits for a while.
I was presented with a whole new curriculum and teaching styles. Needless to say, my school grades went down since I was still adapting to a new language and school system. My first two school years in the United States were by far my worse but that did not stop me from succeeding. Even though I was young, I was able to understand what I was going through. I knew that I needed to not just put in the same effort as other kids my age but far more.
His grade went down two letter grades. Once he came back to school, he had a hard time getting his grade back up because he missed important day of notes so when a test came, he didn 't know what to do. His grade struggled for the rest of the semester. Another reason Students should not skip is because this semester I was sick, but I wasn’t that sick and I still stayed home from school. While I was at home, I missed a half a unit and a test prep in algebra and the unit test was the next day.
On October 5, 2012, marked the arrival of my second child. It was around 2 a.m. when I started having symptoms of contractions. Given that this was my second child, you would think I would know that I was in labor but with my first child I was induced and didn 't have the chance to naturally feel everything on my own. Once the pains and tightening got stronger I knew it was time, and me being that person that waits till the last minute, I needed to pack my hospital bag. The time was now 3 a.m. and the contractions were so severe that I couldn 't even walk.
She told me that just because I wasn't getting through with math, that doesn’t give me a reason to give up. After my final was taken I was worried I didn't do to well, my teacher called me after class to talk about how I did. We sat down and she helped fix what I did wrong on the final. We worked together on the final and she helped me pass the class. My teacher changed the way I thought and ever since then even if I fail I know that I could do better.
Why I describe that period time as a torture? The reason was I suffered school-bulling and teasing in the first month. At that time, my English was very poor, so I can barely write a few short paragraphs and read some short article. Also, I was shy, and very scared to talk to people. That was the first month in my high school, in a Language and Arts class.
Imagine that you have been trying something hard for so long and then finally just quit. I have always had ok grades here at Lowell Middle School. this year I started to go in the lower range of grades like D’s to C’s.But other years at lowell schools were not even close to years like this.And getting bad grades created a wildfire in eigth grade for me.This is a big problem because this could affect test and exam scores. I have never been excited about bad grades because most of my friends get good grades.This year I have become the kid that the teacher talks to after class because of them having a failing grade. My family does not get excited about me getting bad grades.My mom has been trying to find me a tutor but has not been very successful in finding her task.I say to my parents that i am trying my best to find and get help from teachers and fellow students but I think to myself that i have been lying becasue i have not been trying my hardest.
It was a struggle to even use the bathroom by myself. In addition to the aftermath of the surgery, I had a tube running into my stomach draining fluids, and a tube inserted in where they removed my appendix. Every day they would bring me my 3 meals throughout the day, but I couldn’t bring myself to eat for several days. Along with not being able to eat, I was required to not drink any type of fluids for my stay there, resulting in just getting my mouth swabbed daily to prevent dehydration. Next, they started taking blood every morning and getting me up for physical therapy to get my body used to walking again.
With doubtful eyes, my teacher and counselor let me continue the course. Even though I did try a little harder, my test scores barely improved. So when I finished the second trimester with a D in the class, I was completely devastated. Only then did I realize that there’s no going back and that my time was running out. I was thrown into a pit of despair, probably due to the unconscious stress that’s been building up.
When I turned into a freshman, I decided to transfer to a deaf school for my high school years and graduated there. By then, my struggles with my writing and reading were improving by working hard. IN my freshman, there was an English teacher, Mrs. Copeland-Samaripa, a strict teacher I ever had seen and I failed this class once because of lack of my doing in homework and tests. I didn’t want to repeat the grade so I decided to work hard by studying notes for test and turned homework in on time. For next two years, I really didn’t learn lot about writing because of different teachers weren’t taught me very well then in my senior year, a bearded man, Mr. Dirk, came in my life.
When I first started Unity high school I was nervous high school was going to be rough and hard to make friends but I 've been enjoying high school so far in freshman year. The biggest fear for me in high school was that there were going to be little bit of people to hang out with. This freshman year I have not joined any clubs but sophomore year I would consider joining clubs. This freshman year I don 't think I 've changed much from middle school but I have learned many things this year. When I had my first day at Unity High School I had a feeling that It was going to be rough for me and it would be hard to learn things but so far it 's been going well nothing has really changed from eighth grade.
My parents didn’t believe me, they thought that I was just making things up so I could miss school. I ended up getting mono and missing a month and a half of school. I feel so far behind that it was hard to even catch up, when I did get back to school finally I was going in on off hours and staying after to catch up on my work. The only teacher who wanted to help me was my math teacher. When I did ask for help my teacher told me that I was “stupid” in front of the whole class.
I lacked skills in time-management and multitasking; skills which I practiced and perfected through my school’s use of the modular schedule. It required planning and wise use of time since classes did not meet everyday. I was struggling to find a balance between understanding the modular schedule, attending cheer practice, and Girl Scouts. I relied on my common sense and notes in class to get average grades in