“Never neglect an opportunity for improvement,” I would go back and tell myself so if time traveling was one day made possible. As a junior in high school, grade was everything I obsessed with. Excellent grades fabricated myself an impeccable appearance, as well as a deeply rooted concept of being perfect. Similar to many Vietnamese immigrants, I was not judged by my individual character, but rather by stereotype. My classmates always praised me for my intelligence, for the A+ I had recently received on my Pre-Calculus quiz, or expressed their wish to have possessed a fragment of my cleverness. In fact, I did enjoy those praises. Immersing myself inside those compliments, I felt flawless and was willing to do anything to protect my dignity. Such a mindset had motivated me toward leaving the Advanced Placement U.S. History class when challenges arose, and it was the last time I allowed such a mediocre thinking to influence my intellectual exploration. One Tuesday afternoon toward the end of August, my rosewood-painted desk was piled with assignments. Those lines and squiggles on the papers, those markings looked complicated to decode; therefore, filling out my name was the only thing I knew. …show more content…
Needless to say, I struggled with the workload. I earned fewer A’s. Instead of compliments, I recognized disappointment in others’ eyes. Things just became so discouraging; however, I was able to enjoy learning in its purest form. Every day I came to class to learn, to improve, not to make excellent grades. I approached learning with nothing but a diligent attitude and pure interest. There were nights I had to stay awake to prepare for exams, to write papers about difficult concepts, or to read chapters with unfamiliar terminology. The process was laborious, yet I knew I was improving. Such an experience I never had taking academic classes. Momentarily, succeeding in college was no longer
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Several individuals from different ethnicities, races, and citizenships, compose a society. The United Sates allow us to have a close interaction with numerous individuals from diverse backgrounds. In my own case I have been able to interact with many incredible individuals from all over the world who come from extremely different backgrounds. I am a proud Mexican who cherishes respect towards diversity. Coming from a very suffered country I am able to understand not only what does it means to feel proud to be a Latino, but also I can feel acquainted with the pain and struggle that our community has to face every day.
Instead of hating bugs or spiders, I hated the outside as a child. Preferring to stay indoors, I spent my hours reading and drawing, dreading the moments my parents dragged me to a field to force sports down my throat. Basketball, soccer, volleyball; I tried all and loathed indiscriminately. Unfortunately, my father loved the outdoors, saving money for exotic vacations such as driving to the tip of Mexico instead of buying the latest iphone. Forced to go along with the rest of the family, I despised every minute of it.
Perhaps a researcher or historian will unearth my documents on a thumb drive in the future. Though I value my work, I have never really thought about them in this way before. I am sad to think about all the documents I have shredded, recycled, or even sent to the trash dump because I thought the I would never have a use for them in the future. Looking back, I may have been correct in assuming that I wouldn’t find value in them, but quite possibly someone in the future may have found them to be artifacts of a specific time period, such as my journals from my freshman year of college when the Gulf War started. My mission as a social researcher has been enhanced by this course.
America You are at your boyfriends house playing video games when the power goes out and lighting strikes, lighting up the dark shy. You jump and throw down your controller. You don 't do well during storms, you begin to shake and tears threaten to escape your eyes. ' 'Y/n, babe, it 's okay. Come here. ' '
Flashback to my junior year. I sat quietly in my AP Lang class as my teacher, Mrs. Fisher, announced that the reading competition between the language arts classes called for the book count for September. She stood at the board, marker in hand, staring out expectantly at her large class. Hands shot up across the classroom, and my own nervous hand rose up to join them. Mrs. Fisher happily chalked up the small fortune of books that our class had read.
A recent edition to the timeline was getting back to school to finish my bachelor’s degree. An education, the most important thing someone can have, serves as a critical key to success. This class was step one of the climb to getting life, as I knew it, back on track. One thing about history that has been learned was that we do not want to repeat its negative aspects. These high and low points were a critical part of the learning process, which allowed for maturation.
I promised myself the summer of my sophomore year that I would go to infinity and beyond in my classes to make sure I did not feel insignificant and that my grades reflected that as well. I learned to take my classes more seriously even if they were not AP or Honors, which really stuck with me throughout my subsequent years of high school. I did extremely well my sophomore year which emboldened me to try out a couple of AP courses. I was confident in doing my work, which led to my being successful in the classroom to actually enjoying the course and also being cognizant of what was going on. The learning experience that I gained was to be active in the classroom; I was a shy person at first, but I broke out of my shell which helped me in class with asking questions and engaging in material.
English 102 Reflection During the course of English 102, I took this year of the spring semester. I have accomplished a variety of goals I once thought were impossible. I have not only grown as a writer and a student but as an individual as well. I feel that through my experience of this English course, I have achieved knowledge and self-confidence to step out into the real world.
The American experience is not unfamiliar to me, I have been visiting America since I was a child and as a child I always wanted to move to America. My first visit here I fell in love with the culture specifically the freedom of expression. However the opportunity did not emerge for me to move to America legitimately and as promising young child, I did not want to damage my future by moving to a country illegally where I could not live to my full potential. I stayed in Jamaica and I completed my University education as a registered nurse and had become comfortable with my life in Jamaica. I started working the spring of 2013 and upon receival of my first paycheck, I was reminded that this is not the place I wanted to be.
The first half of this semester was swift and I can’t believe how fast it passed by. College is a whole new world for me that I had never imagined with a lot of new experiences that I hope will shift me into a better and smarter person. There are more things I can do in college that I would have never dared to do in high school and I am happy for these new freedoms. I am able to eat in class, leave class without asking and they don’t care if I pay attention or not. My high school teachers would always tell me to wait for the bell, sometimes would not let me leave and if I did not pay attention they would yell.
High school has impacted my life in so many ways. High School taught me so many things, from personal relationships to creating a relationship with my education. As a freshman, I made a huge amount of mistakes and I regret doing foolish things, but I’ve realized, I was only maturing into the young adult I am today. Freshman year, I was out of focus and I was only trying to find myself. I would also prioritize other things and ignore my parent’s advice, where they would tell me to focus in school and give it my full attention.
In life, you can go through a lot but only a few people actually can bounce back. In High School I’ve gone through many trials and tribulations to get to the point I’m at now. I’ve been held to high standards based on the classes I’ve taken. My Honors classes built the foundation for me to start challenging myself and kill the procrastination problem I possessed in my young academic career. The Honors classes prepared me for the Advanced Placement classes that were offered.
The summer of 2016 my family and I took a road trip to Colorado. Colorado reminded me a lot of Minnesota but on a big Mountain. There are river valleys that are 1,250 feet deep to mountains that are 14,114 feet high. I climbed a mountain in Glenwood Canyon.