At the start of seventh grade I had very stressful worries, but most of my anxiety went away as the year went on. I still have some worries that are stressful now. My first major worry is about forgetting my homework because I can’t get it if I had left it at my house. My next worry that I still have is being late. An example of this is that instead of my dad taking me to school, my mom is taking my brother and I.
Many people don’t know what an IEP is and I fear that when I tell them they might think I’m dumb. The first few weeks of school were great. I had stupendous grades, and I was flourishing in all of my classes. But after a while, I stared to skip school with my friends, because we thought classes were dull. Since I had an IEP school didn’t matter to me because as long as I reached the academic goal I’d be fine.
At first I thought the whole thing was fake in my head and didn’t believe it so I just went on with my day. Last block came about and that was my only normal class of the day believe it or not. Then I went home and nothing really happened after that. Then Friday came along, students were still goin crazy and I didn’t know what to think about that. So for the whole day I was freaking out basically, weird sounds were coming about, students we 're going home sick left and right, it was just a weird week of school.
One way to change that used by a teacher in San Francisco what she has done is give a worksheet and if a student gets 90% or higher they do not receive homework that night unless the student would like to take the homework for extra practice that night and both ways it is automatically counted as an A. (Wilde Greatschools, “Do our kids have too much homework?”) The final reason homework is not benefiting students is that most homework is claimed to prepare kids for next year considering both amount of homework they receive and what they learn in class. While most parents would say kids need to know what they 're going to be doing the next
Vic asked, scolding me the next day. The history teacher informed him that I had detention and wouldn 't be able to attend the tutoring session, so he wasn 't exactly happy with me. He didn 't know that I actually didn 't mind being here, but I couldn 't tell him that either. "Okay. I understand.
At first I started off taking 1 or 2 classes per semester, but outside interference had me gradually upping the classes. Between work, a lack of motivation due to not having any idea of what I wanted out of life carved out, and pressure from family, I found myself not prepared for these classes. This is what you will see as you look up and down my transcript and see W's and WF's. You will see the unachieved goals, the times I thought I was an angel, the times I dreamt of being perfect. At the time of writing this paper I am 23 years old.
Later on that night I told my parents I had a great day, but I was holding back my fears of what dilemmas I would face. The next week went by and I found myself stuck with the same problems that I started off with, I had not yet made any friends and I just wanted to go back home. Another week had passed before I had someone that I would consider a friend. My new friend was tall and athletic compared to my short and chubby self, but he lived on my street so we became friends because of proximity. He was in most of my classes with me and despite not having a lot in common with him he gave me a place to sit in the cafeteria and was a person that I could go outside and play games with.
I never had picked up the SAT book until a month before my test, which was a big failure. Eventually I started cramming in my last-minute studying and did as much as I could in that limited amount of time I had. And before I knew it, I was sitting in a school in front of the 4 hour hard test. As soon as I started taking the test, I thought of it to be easy, but
Sometimes i have slacked off, but it is not permeate. In the second quarter I did not finish homework and other important assignments and I had to go through multiple growth opportunities and about two talks with Mr. Boyd, but I could not take that anymore. Now if I don 't understand something on homework, I email the teacher and asked them to
I’d like to be able to say that I went through the rest of the school year without a hitch and earned an A. I didn’t. My apparent lack of motivation was just the beginning of my problems. Even with the pressure of not wanting disappoint Saldivar again, I still struggled to write. Not wanting me to fail a second semester, he made all my assignments due at the end of the term with reduced credit. I couldn’t understand myself.