Since, I do not find writing interesting this makes me procrastinate. I put the assignment off until the very last minute. Sometimes I second guess myself wondering if I am going to be able to have it done before the deadline, then I think, “I always manage to pull it off.” Since having children, I have become horrible at time management. My evenings are spent with my children and husband. After they go to bed is when I can work on my school assignments.
At first I started off taking 1 or 2 classes per semester, but outside interference had me gradually upping the classes. Between work, a lack of motivation due to not having any idea of what I wanted out of life carved out, and pressure from family, I found myself not prepared for these classes. This is what you will see as you look up and down my transcript and see W's and WF's. You will see the unachieved goals, the times I thought I was an angel, the times I dreamt of being perfect. At the time of writing this paper I am 23 years old.
It was a diverse and strict school with many rules I had follow so I knew I had to make a big adjustment. It was challenging for me to come from a school with nothing but freedom and those I’m used to being around on a daily basis to an environment where they teach and students there learn and actually had an interest to want to. I tried to adjust their but I just couldn’t and found myself not attending school once again. I was disappointed in myself that I would easily lack when it comes to getting my education. Just when I thought about really giving up a close friend informed me about Job Corps and exactly what it is they do with young adults who are trying to obtain their diploma or to just advance their education.
Consequently, I was extremely busy at home and therefore, often missed school. The days I did go I was exhausted from staying up with my mother and had difficulty staying awake or concentrating in class. My grades suffered horribly so over time the thought of even going to high school faded from my mind. In fact, if it weren 't for the special help of my math teacher I most likely would have failed 8th grade. When I came to Pennsylvania things completely turned around.
Sadly, procrastination is one of my worst flaws and I put off studying until the day before the test. I knew I had to work fast and I still had to go to work. So I planned on studying on my break. I tried shuffling work with school work and it just was too complicated to balance the two. I would start going over the study guide and then I would have to help a customer.
she had to be very strong girl to go through that every day. Karassiens wasn’t ready for Arithmetic class because she says "My brain went limp when the teacher called on me to answer a question. even when i knew the answer. I couldn’t find my voice for fear i would be wrong (karassiens 106)". At her old school they learn at a slow pace so she was behind on that subject.
My first year of high school wasn't so bad, but I’ve learned a lot on how to be responsible and to care about my grades, because no know will be there to tell me to turn in my work, or to tell me what i'm doing wrong and that taught me a lot about becoming an adult. My second year of high school wasn’t the best for me when first tri started I was doing good, I was turning in my work trying to get passed the days, After first tri got over I started to get really sick, so I didn't come to school for a couple of days. When I came back to school I was behind, therefor I had to stay before and after school to get caught up. After I gotten caught up things were going good. During one of our breaks my stomach started to hurt, so bad I had to go to the hospital to have my appendix taken out at 1 o'clock in the morning.
One of the things that has been a struggle for me over the years is the slowness of my reading and the process of absorbing written materials. I was always a bad speller and had a very low self esteem on my academic abilities. Eventually, I came to realize that I must have some sort of reading disability, inherited from my mother who struggled as well with the same issues. When I was in elementary and secondary school nobody ever talked about these kinds of disabilities and I was ridiculed many times from many teachers for not trying hard enough. I was labeled as not living up to my potential, as teachers could tell that I was bright, but couldn 't seem to come up with better grades.
Whether it helps us or not it still puts a huge amount of stress on us as the school year goes on and we get more homework. Many teens already have enough on their plate with getting good grades, working if they have a job, and extracurricular activities. Kirkwood High had noticed more students were seeking counselors for emotional and social help towards the end of the school year, so they started to give no homework on weekends to relieve students and teachers of stress. The students seeking the counselors for emotional
I’d like to be able to say that I went through the rest of the school year without a hitch and earned an A. I didn’t. My apparent lack of motivation was just the beginning of my problems. Even with the pressure of not wanting disappoint Saldivar again, I still struggled to write. Not wanting me to fail a second semester, he made all my assignments due at the end of the term with reduced credit. I couldn’t understand myself.