I struggled on every single book and test. Mrs. Spooner, my fourth grade teacher, took me aside and ask me about if I actually was reading the books or not. As we both discussed, she knew I could read, but did not know I was not understanding the material. We decided to tutor every Monday after school. I would read a book paragraph by paragraph, and once I was done reading one paragraph out loud, I would have
But being out of school for nearly two years makes it difficult to write essays. When I was in elementary school I learned a variety of words every week. I needed to learn all sorts of words so i could be an intelligent reader. For example, in first grade we read electronic Leap Frog books. The Leap Frog books read us the story and taught us the words at the same time.
Eld means einglish language development, these classes are classes to help develop your english speaking skills even though i can speak english i had poor grammar. I had general education classes; math, english, science, history, and so on. The first two years of high school I struggled with a good majority of my courses. We had tutors that came in once a week to only
When Cortés was fourteen his parents sent him to the University of Salamanca to study law. However he was miserable at the school and to restive to follow the rules. While he was at the school, he did learn a some Latin, and became good at writing. After two years he returned home due to flunking his course. Although he wasn 't happy at his home either.
Since earning my diploma at West Genesee High School, I continued my education journey to Onondaga Community College. Here I had some ups and downs like any other student their first semester at a new school. Trying to adjust from high school classes to college class. During my first semester I struggled with Calculus, I tried college hour with my professor, and the tutoring center that is offered on campus. I ending up not doing very well in the class, and took it the next semester.
In 8th grade, my school brought back Spanish after not having it as part of the curriculum for several years. A lot of my classmates including myself didn’t do too well and I remembered one of my friends asked our homeroom teacher to come in to observe Spanish class. I just couldn’t grasp the language. Our school year was divided into trimesters. I got a D in Spanish in the second trimester.
The learning curve was hard, and I didn’t make the cut for Freshman Region. This really made me feel down, as just the year before, I was the 2nd overall chair in my class. For a few weeks, my confidence really wavered; However, with the encouragement of some upperclassmen, I eventually decided to move on to the next thing. All-Region, the real deal was only a month away. By using my failure as motivation, I discovered a work-ethic I never knew I had, practicing more than I had before.
Two months had gone by before I was able to fully return to school. Overwhelmed with all the material I had missed, I simply struggled in returning. Test, quizzes, and homework from various classes began to conquer my confidence in a successful year. I soon accepted the false thoughts that consumed my determination, I had given up on the year not even half way through it. My grades began to dropping, all the hard work I had put in, over my high school career, for the sake of my GPA didn 't matter to me anymore.
I 've never struggled with school until this year. It seems like the homework kept piling as time kept slipping. All the years before I was a straight A student. This year I 've toppled from straight A’s, to high B’s, and even managed to get a C. I don 't know if it was just the letter C or the thought of having to get it up, but I was stressed. Anxiety was taking my focus away and I knew I had to overcome it to get my grade up.
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.