My favorite quote from Jackie Robinson is, “above everything else, I hate to lose.” That perfectly sums up my attitude towards grades, and for me, any final grade below 90, is losing. Using determination and commitment, I was able to win, and not lose, in the first semester of my freshman year. It is hard for every kid to make the transition to high school classes, but coming from a small private school with about 250 kids to an enormous high school with almost 2000, I had no idea what to expect. After 3 years of hearing my older sister complain about horrible teachers, hard finals, and difficult SAT’s, I thought I was going to be far behind the other kids, but I was already committed to all A’s. I was still wondering how hard a class could be, even after I met new friends and nice teachers.
Numerous people throughout history have failed or dropped out and have came out on top. These individuals learned more lessons failing than they did succeeding. Which is the reason Zinsser ensures people “failure isn’t fatal” (Zinsser 602). Informing readers failure isn’t automatically bad and succeeding isn’t immediately good (Zinsser 603). Still believing succeeding is better than failing but tells how it is okay to fail.
The Foster Kid Sheila Frazier once said ‘Foster children are brave little children.’ This is true, and what’s sad about it is the reason why they are one of the bravest kids ever. I remember being in 4th grade when near the end of the year we got a new student. This was rather odd given that it school was literally at an end so why even bother going thru the hazel of registering and doing all the paperwork if it was going to end. Either way that didn’t matter the new kid was here. When the teacher told him to introduce himself he was extremely shy.
Why I describe that period time as a torture? The reason was I suffered school-bulling and teasing in the first month. At that time, my English was very poor, so I can barely write a few short paragraphs and read some short article. Also, I was shy, and very scared to talk to people. That was the first month in my high school, in a Language and Arts class.
Segovia's failed the test, getting locked into a career he hated after spending his entire education as an honest student. Mr. Segovia laments to the narrator, "I was the best in my class, My whole school. I never cheated on an exam, but I bombed the aptitude test, so I had to major in religious education. I didn't even believe in God." (71-72).
Nobody understood why he wanted to always get the best grades,; he told them about how strict his mom was with his grades and anything below an “A” he felt like a failure. Towards the end of the movie he was able to share his story of why him of all people was in saturday detention. Briain confessed that he was failing shop class;, he only took this class because he believed it would be an easy “A” to boost his gpa. He felt so defeated that he brought a flare gun to school. The peer group saw how much Brian has to go through and it just shows that everyone has a hard life and not everyone is who people view them
I learned quicker than others and was more intellectual than they were and because of these things I never really had friends. I passed all my classes with A’s or B’s. My grade average was high and I was prepping for college courses. My family had been telling me of all the great things I could do but never prepared me for the hard times to actually achieve any of these goals. During my summer break of 2011, I broke my ankle on father’s day.
Charlie liked the operation at first but then it started going downhill, he he couldn’t spell as easy, he didn’t recognize things like he did and forgot some things that smart Charlie wouldn’t. “I did a dumb thing today I forgot I wasnt in Miss Kinnians class at the adult center any more like I use to be.” (Keyes, 85) the Charlie before the operation would of never forgot about something important like class, he wanted to get smart so he could pass the raw shok test so he tried. While the operation was still working, Charlie was probably one of the smartest people, he realized people were actually making fun of him before when he thought they were just being a friend! After the operation started to wear off, Charlie started forgetting things, and then he started spelling wrong, all these conflicts just add up to Charlie getting the
I was discriminated, teased, and treated wrong for being an Asian who did not speak English. When I was a ninth grade student, I was awarded from my high school for earning good grades. When I brought it back home and showed it to my parents, they did not know what it was and I found it in a recycle bin the next day. I started to lose my motive for studying and began to hate school. My grades dropped significantly for years.
I did poorly in this assignment because I never had enough to get a full 100%. The first time I had a dead line it was a 50% the next time I got a little more but still it was a 55%. The third dead line (The one that I am talking about today) I got a 78.57% witch was a big jump in my grade and felt proud because I was getting better. If I had to do this assignment again, I would probably be more smart about it and start sooner. With the home learning I do in the other classes it got buried in that mess.
I didn’t win but I earned recognition for my grades and attitude. That year I earned six A’s and six O’s for outstanding. Even though I ended well, sixth grade was not the greatest year for me because I made a lot of mistakes. I forgot homework assignments and due dates. In seventh grade I plan to work even harder and achieve honor roll.
Last week I read an article that claimed that nerds were more successful. In the article, talent, intelligence and working hard, led the nerds to great success. Most nerd are not appealing and are an unpopular group at most schools. In my opinion being smart can be as powerful or even more powerful than beauty. A teacher may rank students by intelligents as they do with appearance.
When i first started high school i was very shy and timid. I came from a small private school with a graduating class of ten kids and I had to make the switch to a large public school with a class of three hundred and fifty kids. I didn 't know anybody coming into a high school and it was really hard for me to make friends. I would never ask questions in class even if i really needed help. My freshman and sophomore year were the hardest years for me academically and socially.
It was my last year and all I wanted to do was have fun. I stopped doing my homework and studying for all my tests, I began to worry about boys and all the fun times my friends and I would have. I got suspended and asked to get sent to a anger management school to help me focus a bit more on myself, nobody would have expected that from