And must I still point out that I still have the ceiling to achieve a 3.0cumulative GPA when I graduate, with a average of 3.6 per semester. I will also like to get the chance to address what happen during the summer. It was a honest mistake, I had all my work turned in. Until the last ten days of the class. I was in a difficult time in my life, with a death of a longtime friend at the time.
The hardest part was the research paper. The research paper was very stressful and frustrating in the beginning because I had no idea what my thesis statement would be. After I job shadowed and came up with my thesis statement, the paper was pretty easy. The rewarding part of the project was making an A on my research paper and other parts of the project. I learned that time management was the key when doing the Capstone Project.
I have had numerous accomplishments in the past three years. Some felt better than others due to the differing amount of effort I had put in, but they all felt pleasing nonetheless. However, the accomplishment I am most proud of is passing the grade eight clarinet exam. It proved that the five years I had spent practicing and performing were worth it, as I now had a real and usable qualification. Even though I was quite talented at playing the clarinet, it still required a vast amount of effort to pass my exam.
In previous years, I have never had to work hard for a good grade. Now I have to put in extra time every night to go over vocab and stories or else I would get a bad grade. This class has taught me how to work harder and how to study better and that’s not even the writing aspect of it yet. My writing has gotten better because of
Not being able to keep up with my classes lead me to having to take incompletes in a couple of my classes and making them up at a later date. Through my freshman and sophomore year I struggled to heal and spent most of my time with doctors rather than teachers at school. Once my junior year came, I started to return to my old self and began being able to handle
Of course I am not trying to make up excuses on why I did so poorly, throughout this semester I have been dealing with my own internal problems and also illnesses. I have been dealing with family problems such as, potential divorces and differences in the family that have been arising
In the Dominican Republic, we had a wall called El Cuadro de Honor, the wall of honor. From first grade to fourth grade, my photograph and name was always on it. I loved being a student. I was excited to go to school each morning. The maestra, the teacher, taught us lengua española, ciencias naturales, ciencias sociales, matemáticas.
High school was difficult for me to put it simply. Throughout almost all of it I was depressed. Caused by one thing or another and always varying in intensity, it was the only persistent aspect of my high school career. There are far too many events, feelings, and thoughts that provoked my spiral that I’m rendered unable to recall them all. Starting with my questioning of the morality of man after reading “All Quiet on the Western Front”, only to be escalated by the stresses of the IB program, then heightened by the worries that came with applying and affording college and my future in general.
Let’s move on. Moving to high school, this is where it becomes permanent. Between the ages of 13-17 I had figured out for certain who I was and what I wanted to become. So I did it. The first two years were a bit rocky, I’ll be honest.
I actually was wrong, school was fun and we don’t get much homework and you meet a lot of new friends. High school has changed me a lot in different ways. It has changed me to be meeting more people and to be talkative to others and not just be shy. I have matured a little once I came to high school. My academics has changed because in 8th grade I was getting bad grades and failing a few classes.
I went to class and didn’t give the course work my best effort. As a result, my grades slipped to the point that I had failing grades in a few classes. I didn’t know what to do, and didn’t really want to do anything about it. I was drowning in a pool of laziness. One evening, I nearly began trembling when my mother decided she wanted to check my grades.
By this time it was high school junior year. I had gotten a better job, that paid more so I can help pay more bills. Now I 'm not saying all I did was work and go to school, I went out, had fun made friends,and strong connections with people who could last a lifetime. That 's just all part of growing up, you meet people with similar interests they make you open up and become the person that 's hiding within you. All this basically halted, when my whole life I 've thought I 've just been getting random migraines became something more.
When I look back at my high school years, I think about why I kept going and why I am at the point of completing college applications and getting ready to move onto higher education. My family has been a big part of my life, most especially in high school, and it’s not just because of my parents and their monetary support, or my grandma and her prayers and praise, or my sisters and their support, but because of the culture and community they’ve allowed me to be a part of. My parents became U.S. Citizens upon coming from the Philippines. My mom had been petitioned by her uncle, and my dad had enlisted into the U.S. Navy.
I never partied, drank, or slept around and I was happy with who I was. Now when the time came for my class to start filling out scholarships and applying to colleges I felt as though I was behind everyone else. All my classmates seemed like they knew what they wanted to be and had a 10-year plan and the finances to go along with that plan. I, on the other hand, did not. I didn’t understand why it was so important to go to college and why I couldn’t just chill for a while