My math journey has been a difficult road, but it has certainly been a journey of growth. I don’t remember much from my younger days, but when I was in kindergarten I was decent at math. I had a teacher that worked with every student, but the downside was that I was only enrolled in a half-day program. I can remember starting to struggle with math in the first grade. We would have timed tests, which stressed me out even at 6 years old.
Scoring a 72% on my final math exam in 3rd grade deeply disturbed me—I was furious, melancholy, and confused at the same time. This failure kindled a blazing fire deep inside to do better in the following exams. Consequently I doubled my practice and cut down on recreation to ultimately score perfect 100% in the remaining final exams. This was my first encounter with success. Each successful exam left me gratified, zealous, and positively energized.
“How working at McDonald’s made me realize that I’m lucky” Did you ever feel like you were unlucky? That bad things always get in your way and make you miserable every single time? You feel unlucky because your mom bought those generic shoes instead of the Jordan’s that you dreamt of? I used to have that mentality before I entered Senior High School and tried to be a working student. I was a half-student, half-worker trying to balance things out and made sure that these two will not overlap each other, especially my education since I value it so much, but never did I expect that my eyes would be opened on how lucky I was in this world.
Sleep is vital because it rejuvenates our organs, especially our brain. Guess what my dear friend did after his exam? He slept for four hours straight. Although we are all guilty of procrastination, it causes stress for forcing our brain to work faster and will not produce the best work that we could perform. Back to my friend, his reasoning for studying the night of was because he needed to accomplish certain tasks including doing laundry, cooking for his friends, working out, getting a
To my luck, the people in the airport were elders and adults and did not really know English. I did not have a hard time at EE because most of the people that went there were teenagers and could speak English fluently. I regretted every moment of my stay for not learning the language. I was lost in the airport with no one to communicate with or to understand me. I looked like a dog chasing its own tail because I was moving in constant circles.
English and My life I have a love-hate relationship with English since it was officially introduced to me in elementary school. English was my greatest enemy that though it was a compulsory, I did everything I could to escape confronting this language. Until I was forced to an inevitable situation that I had to learn it every day and I was mesmerized. Suddenly, it turned to be my greatest weapon since then that I would describe English as a part of every success in my life. I have a bad memory with English when I was in grade 4.
Unit four was the unit I was just afraid of. I thought it would be awkward and I wanted to avoid the unit at all costs. But it seemed as we got closer to buy day to the unit starting I became less and less scared of what we were going to talk about, my fears of the awkward subject went away and I was ready to learn just like it was math class. The biggest thing I took from this class unit would be how big of an STIs effect can have on your life. I always knew that STIs were bad but I never noticed is how common but scary they are.
Although teenagers have the luxury of making mistakes, we are given undue stress too. Singapore is a very competitive society. Most parents expect their children to do well. To this end, many parents will send their children to endless number of tuition classes. Teachers in school inundate us with tons of homework.
My first two years of high school changed who I was as a person. By my Sophomore year, my happiness and mental well-being entered a rapid state of decline. This was all due to the fact that my Freshman year, I had a stalker named Bailey; he was tall, birdlike, and very, very creepy. I sat with my best friend, Rebecca, on her zebra-striped bed on several occasions and told her all of my woes with him, my
High school students often found it difficult to view their teachers as anything but their enemies. However, after ages and ages, when I started to find the footprints that I had left on the trail, various emotions came to my mind immediately, Charles Dickens once said that “This was the best of times; this is the worst of times.” For me, the life in high school was just like morning and night, sometimes, when I reached my goals, I would feel that my world was shining and sparkling, yet, other times was just dark and dim. I laughed and cried for my success and failure. And my two respectful Chinese teachers in high school also laughed and cried for my success and failure. I really appreciate their teaching, although I appreciate that in different ways.