Transcripts My freshman and sophomore years I did not do so great. Mainly in English, Math, and Science. I believe that I earned those poor grades because I wasn’t trying my hardest in those subjects, and I wasn’t paying attention in those classes. Once my father and grandmother pointed out that my bad grades will affect my future, and my ability to get a decent job I began paying more attention in all my classes, and started trying harder. Although I admit that I messed up in my past years and I have earned some unappealing grades my junior year but I can say I have tried my hardest.
Of all the schools to which I applied, only VSU waitlisted me probably because of my phobia about standardized examinations, which caused me not to perform as well as I should have on the SAT. But being waitlisted encouraged me to become more determined to compose convincing correspondence to enter VSU in the spring semester of
When I look back in my life, I remember failing many of my literacy tests. All throughout middle school I had a really hard time understanding poetry, novels, and even short stories. I would study really hard in order to grasp the topic and thought I understood it really well. However, when I went to go take the test I would fail and have to retake it. Back then, I never would have thought I would get good grades in any english course.
She emphasized how i needed to have high grades if i wanted to stand a chance. But as i grow older i couldn 't compete to the level she wanted, that 's not to say that she forced me to get the best of grades. But i always felt as if i wasn’t good enough so eventually i stopped trying. By then i had come to terms in my own mind on how i couldn’t get into college because of my family’s lack of money and my low grades overall. But during my sophomore year i saw how my school 's avid class was accepting applications to join the class.
During my first year of middle school, I faced an enormous challenge: being bullied. Prior to middle school, I had been bullied throughout elementary school. However, in middle, the stakes became higher and my stress levels became to the point where I wanted to be alone. This was a very frustrating challenge because I was always a very strong student with high grades. I was a great student, listening and paying attention, never got in trouble.
Growing up in Compton, California was difficult in terms of goals. I could set high goals to achieve, but the reality of my lack of resources would still pull me down. In middle school I was an excellent student whose hard work earned praise from teachers. However, this praise meant little to me since I was also aware about my community’s underachieving schools. My older brother would tell me about the bullying, fights, and riots that would occur at Dominguez High School.
I dedicated myself to passing geometry in order to be accepted at CSU Channel Islands. Unfortunately, my admission was rescinded because I did not meet the geometry requirement because I went through a lot of stress meanwhile geometry being a challenging subject for me was not helping the situation. I was close to meeting the requirement, but I was not able to improve enough. As I previously mentioned, I went through a lot of stress during my senior year because I was going through personal issues. I never had any problems passing other subjects but math has never been an easy subject for me.
In eighth grade I did Quiz Bowl and it was one of the most enjoyable things because I was pretty good at it. The team would have practice but really we would only mess around. Middle school was a pivotal time in my life and I’m proud of what I
Junior year was a bit challenging for me. It was not challenging because of the work, but I joined a career program. I had to keep up with both of my schools. For me to be successful with so many things going on, I had to stay organized and think ahead. My success was that I kept all my grades above a C+.
Ever since I could remember math was my favorite and strongest subject. In middle school I received high grades in the highest math classes available to me both years. My freshman and sophomore were similar to the prior two years of middle school. I did fairly well without having to commit 100% of my efforts, since the subject had always came naturally to me. In middle school, and even in the beginning of high-school I never felt compelled to put forth much effort in order to achieve a high grade in my math classes, as well as all my other classes.
In my mind, I understood he only wanted what was best for me, but I was emotionally drained. He was already expecting my failures and mistakes. I experienced difficulties finding out who I was because I was too preoccupied with doing everything my father was telling me. I felt so cheated, the life I wish I lived was snatched from me. I do not know where it came from, maybe from the exhaustion of listening to my father, but when I entered high school, I switched from not wanting to fail for my parents to wanting to succeed for myself.
My classmates always praised me for my intelligence, for the A+ I had recently received on my Pre-Calculus quiz, or expressed their wish to have possessed a fragment of my cleverness. In fact, I did enjoy those praises. Immersing myself inside those compliments, I felt flawless and was willing to do anything to protect my dignity. Such a mindset had motivated me toward leaving the Advanced Placement U.S. History class when challenges arose, and it was the last time I allowed such a mediocre thinking to influence my intellectual exploration. One Tuesday afternoon toward the end of August, my rosewood-painted desk was piled with assignments.
I want to be at the top of my class. I also want to learn more about Social Studies, Math, Science, and ELA. My third and most important goal is to just have fun. I want to enjoy every minute of high school. My last goal can not be completed without doing my first two goals.
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 6th grade came, I transferred into a Baltimore City Public School since I really wasn’t getting the education I needed at the private school. It was still rough not fitting it. I thought that becoming like the other kids would make me happy, but I was learning new things everyday and I realized in high school that being the outcast is better than being like everyone else. The journey I dealt with in high school was very emotionally tough and life changing. I learned that I was placed on this earth to discover my own path, and I wouldn’t be happy if I live someone else’s life.