I would have helped if I could,” she said concerned about me. “you were a very good student what happened?” I did not know what to say so I cried and told her the truth. That every time I sit for a test I end up failing it because I do not study enough. She comforted me telling me that I can do better next term but I ended up with the same grades as the previous term. Thus, my mother decided that I will change my school the next year so for me to transfer I had to really work hard in the last term, term 3, so I can get accepted as an 11th grader.
I never really took school very seriously. I thought gymnastics was more important than my education and my mom tried to point the problem out. She would explain to me that if I was unwilling to bring my grades up I was not going to participate in gymnastics. Hearing this made me furious and I kept a grudge against my mom for this. My mom would make a point that I better change my attitude if I wanted to go to college and make a life for myself.
Having this issue, I got put into an “extra help” reading class. This class didn’t amuse me, it actually made my day worse every time I had to go. Having this class made me dislike reading even more. The teacher made me read books I didn’t want to, which took it to another level. Being in this class for almost the whole year really opened my eyes, it made me want to
How many of you have been asked a question, but lie about your answer? For example, your mom asks why didn 't you go to school today, and you lie and tell her you weren 't feeling good. In reality you just didn 't feel like going. Every day, we lie but there are many different reasons for doing so. In the essay “The Ways We Lie” by Stephanie Ericsson, she explains the different types of lies, and why they are being told.
The reason I want a C is because my mom never wants an F or a low D in my grade book. She never expects me to get straight A’s and B’s but that’s why I want a C. I’m not always gonna pass every class with a C, because every class I take I always have trouble with the beginning semester. The reason for that is I never like my teachers at first, then I get to
Depression is something I have to deal with every day, some more than others. I do not think I can say I have escaped depression because it still haunts me but I know one day I will escape. I have grown to understand that I need to love myself and not let negative thoughts attack me and chain me down. Because of my experience with depression it help me decide what I wanted to do as a career and that is to become a teacher. During high school my grades would be slipping, but no one ever asked me why or even motivated me to work harder.
In the beginning I was scared to report the activities to my supervisor last year, Mr. Takeaway. My predecessor, Lee experienced the same things and gave me a warning but she too was too scared to say anything. So for two years she experienced being harassed and never reported it. When she took me to Pretoria Industrial High School she told me to never ever wear dresses or skirts at the school for my
It was not until my senior year in high school that I wrote my first thesis paper. Since then as an adult, I have made a point to increase my reading and writing abilities. I do not exactly remember when during my childhood that reading started to become a struggle for me. However, I do remember as early as third grade having to leave my classroom to go to another building for tutoring in reading. As I progressed through the years, the school eventually separated the
My sister and I had gotten the access to the company long time ago, we tried to fix the mess but it was hard. I was sitting alone in the couch, waiting for my girls to come home from the market. My eyes flew to the box contained me and Dreena’s memories. It would help me to reduce the tension, so I opened it and my smile directed to one of the poems she wrote. I actually found this in her bag, maybe she was shy to give it directly since the poem was so passionate and sexual.
For example, just walking into the parenting room to pick up my baby a teacher laughed when she heard I was going to be taking home the baby and said, “You have to take the baby home? That is awful, it was easily the worst weekend of my High School years.” Hearing this did not really sit well with me and needless to say I became nervous of what the weekend would hold for me. At this point I guess