“…school contained plenty of competition, which became more invidious as one moved up the ladder (and has become even more so today with the advent of high-stakes testing)” (Graff). With the realization that the top spot in the academic ground can be taken from her, Shizuku acts in illogical and possibly hurtful ways, and does what she must to remain at the top. It was drilled into students’ minds that maintaining exceptional grades would yield success in their lives, but grades do not measure a student’s aptitude or potential success; they measure how well students are able to reiterate information that was fed to them by books and
Gone were the stereotypes which seeked to rot my very core and attempted to disengage my growth, Moreover, gone were the doubts instilled in everyone 's minds--including my own. I may have been referred as an exception, a point which ruined the statistics, but I do not see it as such. In my heart, I merely broke the cement mold made for those similar to me. For what it’s worth, I am the result of drudgery, of sleepless nights, of constant discipline. In the end, I finally made it: top of my class, straight A’s.
A personal example for me was getting a good grade on a piece of work and taking excessive pride which not only annoyed the others around me but also set an exceedingly high example which when the next quiz came I failed. Good rules to follow about excessive pride is that yes you should have a little bit of pride in you work but making something that is not or over emphasizing something just takes the uniqueness and specialty of the grade of any achievement. A thing that I was taught from an early age about excessive pride is that having too much will not only make me look arrogant but so will too little, you just have to find the balance. I was told that If I do an outstanding piece of work you should take pride in it and not lower what it is for attention of standards. I was also told that I shouldn't make myself seem like the best there is because there is always someone who is
I’ve always thought of “intelligence as something that is fixed” and something that requires too much effort. “This is a potentially crippling belief, not only in school but also in life” says Dweck. From the beginning to the end of high school, my fixed mindset had a huge setback on my motivation to learn and become who I am today. Growing up in
The opportunities that high school offer inspired me to take action and to become involved. Balancing my studies, athletics, job, and social life has become my greatest adversity. It has lead to sleepless nights and mental breakdowns as I face its challenges. These hardships have caused me countless injuries as I challenge my body and tears as I fail to reach my goals. I
‘Gainst dawn, I am woke furiously mashing mine keyboard, Mine essay to be created. T’was late, but I see suddenly Mine fine paper with a number so abhorred, Even the milkiest of white-out wilt not suffice. Choler fills me which, In return, fills mine ambition with excitement, But mine ambition drives I to the brink of insanity As twas an all-nighter. The guilt of procrastinating enclosed me as I started my paper the night before thinking the consequences would be lenient. However, my thoughts are proved wrong, causing my hallucination as my worry and guilt grips me seeing the bad grade on my paper.
There were storms that made me want to give up, but no matter how horrendous the thunders were, I kept moving forward. These complex junctures were where I thought I could not continue advancing, but I had professors who had gone through comparable struggles and had achieved their intent, showing that I could as well. NCC made possible to defeat my struggles. When I struggled academically, the tutoring center always had someone to help in improving my grades. When I struggled financially, Norwalk Community College Foundation lightened my financial burden, enabling
I believed that high school would be a great difference from middle school. I remember that most of my classmates were scared of the adventure we had before us. I, on the other hand, was excited. Ever since the sixth grade, I have longed to walk those halls. I was tired of the strict rules and limited amount of freedom.
Now I was still proud of where I came from however my life soon became more challenging, but how could I have stop fighting? I understood than the future could always change, but the past was already in for the long haul. Time went on and Elementary past, so did middle school then senior year came and little did I know that the past could become tomorrow 's; just another day where the past could live. My social status feed off of my success because the more I achieved, the more being undocumented came in my way. I felt as if my whole life was like walking in black ice and like a clock, time will repeat and so will my days.
Sweaty palms, watery eyes, stomach in knots, throat feeling as if it is slowly and painfully closing, all of your body is shutting down in fear. As a seventh grader nothing seemed cooler than hanging out with high school students; they were older, mature and experienced. Strolling through the crème colored hallway, observing the jealousy burn in the eyes of your peers, Checking the vibration in your pocket just to see another Facebook notification reading you have received more likes on the pictures you took while hanging out with the older students, nothing made one feel more superior than this. Throughout my entire life I had always longed to be seen as older than I was, I wanted to be all grown up by the age of five. I yearned for the freedom of not having to listen to my parent’s nag and throw out commands that they demand me to complete.