Transcripts My freshman and sophomore years I did not do so great. Mainly in English, Math, and Science. I believe that I earned those poor grades because I wasn’t trying my hardest in those subjects, and I wasn’t paying attention in those classes. Once my father and grandmother pointed out that my bad grades will affect my future, and my ability to get a decent job I began paying more attention in all my classes, and started trying harder. Although I admit that I messed up in my past years and I have earned some unappealing grades my junior year
As a teacher missing one day of school was even worse. I didn’t know if my students would get to everything they had to do. I didn’t know if I had everything set out so that my lesson plans were easy to follow. I was thankful that my Mentor Teacher was quick to get back to me and let me know what
The teacher could not come up with a good explanation, so my mother told her “My daughter doesn’t understand racism and you aren’t going to be the one to teach it to her.” Since then, I have been determined not to let people who want me to fail stand in my way. I know that the sad reality of our world is that this is extremely common. I could choose to use this an excuse to not try hard at the things I want in life. Instead, I choose to recognize that this is only a small hurdle if I work hard enough.
I didn 't let myself be defined by test scores and I surrendered all the broken pieces in my life to Jesus. It was (not THAT easy but still) easier to brush off the 56% on a physics midterm because I knew who I was in Christ and that I am still loved and valued regardless of how bad I do on exams (but not going to lie, I almost cried during and after the test). After my life started looking and feeling different, I started doing better in school for some reason. My grades were not so pretty until about week 6 and God just pulled me through.
I’m preparing myself to raise a child. High school changed everything in my life. I one was good at math, I never had so many teachers leave at one time, my taste in friends was proven to be a typical high school experience, and my free time changed. After Senior year I’m not looking forward to adult for the rest of my
While at Nashoba, I have only had a few classes that have caused so much distress as my freshman World History class. I left eighth grade with a huge ego in history, but that was middle school and Mr. Sakellarion’s class was a whole new ballpark. Looking back, I should have dropped to accelerated and gotten an easy a, but my pride and love for that class got the better of me, and my grade. For those of you who were wise enough to stick with accelerated, Mr. Sakellarion’s tests and quizzes caused severe anxiety, breakdowns and stress from most of his students, however the day to day classes made that stress worthwhile.
If you act like you don’t care about people you should care about, you won’t know what you 're missing in your life till you lose it. I unfortunately have lost the care that I didn’t care about and it’s really hard because at this age I need it the most. That is how I am tested because I have to fight to get passed what they have told me and try to believe that what they have said is not true and to not be hurting. I feel like I am being tested because I acted like I didn’t care about people who cared about me and now well they don’t care about
In the meantime, I was in an AP class. I got behind in my school work and was unable to complete all of my work. When I got my results back, I got a decent grade even though I struggled with my course. I see this as a failure, but in the end I was successful because I over came the obstacle.
The first day of school and substitute teachers were my least favorite days. Whenever the new teacher or sub would call role, everyone would wait until my name was called so they can whoop and holler when the teacher says my name wrong. It still happens to this day but now that my peers are more mature and I know how to play it off therefore it does not affect me as much. But I can always count on my best friend Malachi.
I mostly had Ds and Fs throughout the. I didn’t take my homework seriously thus forcing me to attend homework help for the rest of year for honors geometry. I had a 2.9 grade point average all causing my high school years to become difficult. My goal is to get a gold sticker on my diploma due to my freshmen failures, I’m struggling to reach my goal.
I tried to drop the class but it was too late, and the best advice my counselor could give me was “try your best.” But, trying my best was not doing it. Next thing you know my grades were dropping and I knew this was not the Ramses, Mr. Kalbach would want to embody. My family was disappointed in me, but I was really trying.
I am trying to make sure that the activities picked can target every client’s abilities. I also plan to “put down the foot” a bit more. It’s hard to find that perfect balance. My client was stuck on counting on Wednesday.
Blues burst from the shadows of the buildings, contrasting with the vermillion glow from the nearby windows, while sickly greens still lurked in the curtains, illuminating his whole being. Clinging to the curtain in the middles of the chaos, he looks toward his apartment, not in fear, but in euphoria. I first saw Conrad Felixmüller’s Death of the Poet Walter Rheiner near the end of my sophomore year of high school. The past year and a half had been hard for me. Freshman year I struggled in AP World History.
I’ve had a very on off relationship when it comes to literacy. Up until the fifth grade I wasn’t much of a reader or writer. Then in fifth grade, we started reading really good books. Usually as a class. I found myself needing a way out of this terrible world in the sixth grade.