That goes for make up quizzes, tests, and writing which is only after school once a week. Late work as every teacher says is no exceptions. Being at school could improve your focus and help you graduate High School. Following theses three simple topics is the key to passing in Mrs. Brackmann, with visualizing, and performing everyday. It gives a better understanding not just in English ll but in your other classes as well.
PART B: Free Writing In just a split second everything in my life can changed. There are many things that I take for granted without even thinking about it and she was one of them. I still remember that day it was a Monday and at school that meant homecoming week and todays theme was camo. She wore a pink and camo shirt that she just bought the day prior and a pair of Miss Me jeans. Today’s activities were like any other waking up early sitting in class watching the clock slowly tick by and then coming home and doing homework.
Last year, something that really helped me out was my teacher staying afterschool the day before we had a test to review the chapter’s material and go over the answers on the study guide with the students who stay after. I was wondering if you would be able to do this, as it would be a great help and greatly appreciated. I look forward to learning all that I can in your course
I truly enjoy having a mental achievement in school, knowing that my grades sit at the top of the A’s shelf and hardly sit on level B. Having this is a substainable attainment for the National Junior Honor Society to see about me, and that I have scholarship in me. I work my way up to the best of my ability, especially when my brain is fried. I was absent from school one day home with throat pain ( I am rarely absent) , and I completed a major project in my science cateory, turning it in early and getting a towering 94%. I work day and night, and with an educated schlarship, things get done with the highest grade I
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.
I would rush home with my book bag swinging, looking forward to the time spent on homework and review. Looking back on it, school showed me that when I was dedicated to something, I was unstoppable – until I wasn 't. Months passed and the school handed out pre-report cards to let parents know how their children were doing. “A” repeatedly showed down my list, nothing unexpected or unusual,
When I was in high school I think it is safe to say I was a pretty good student. However, I was nothing spectacular just an average B student like most other kids. My work ethic was not great as I had no clue what I wanted to do with my future. Then college came and whacked me upside the head. I realized that I was paying to be here, and that if I was paying to do something I was going to do it well.
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.
The thought of being rejected if I asked for help scared me, so I did not risk that chance by doing everything on my own. But I knew I could not survive high school math without requesting for assistance. I threw my pride out the window, stood up and slowly walked over to my teacher. She looked up from grading her papers, smiled at me and said “I’ve been waiting for you to come up to me to ask questions.” Seeing her reaction made delighted and not longer frightened to ask her for assistance with the math being taught. We briefly went over the test and for once, I finally understood Algebra
At the beginning of the year I was disappointed in myself for retaking math. I also knew that I most likely wouldn't fit in with the kids in the class that mess around or make bad decisions. I can admit I was scared and felt like an outcast in that class. I felt like I was dumb and I really put myself down for failing math last year. Although I let myself down for retaking an easy class, I am glad that I did.