Eventually though the year I couldn’t keep up with the work and I no longer understood what was being taught to me. I struggled with keeping up and trying to stay with the class. By the end of the year I had no missing assignments but since I had trouble taking tests I passed with something in the C range. I took Geometry during my Sophomore year and Algebra II &
Imagine that you have been trying something hard for so long and then finally just quit. I have always had ok grades here at Lowell Middle School. this year I started to go in the lower range of grades like D’s to C’s.But other years at lowell schools were not even close to years like this.And getting bad grades created a wildfire in eigth grade for me.This is a big problem because this could affect test and exam scores. I have never been excited about bad grades because most of my friends get good grades.This year I have become the kid that the teacher talks to after class because of them having a failing grade. My family does not get excited about me getting bad grades.My mom has been trying to find me a tutor but has not been very successful in finding her task.I say to my parents that i am trying my best to find and get help from teachers and fellow students but I think to myself that i have been lying becasue i have not been trying my hardest.
Lake Hamilton School District has seen me grow from a nervous and excited kindergartener into an anxious independent young adult. Although the road to getting here wasn’t the easiest I have learned many life lessons along the way. I have learned that you will lose and gain best friends along the way. I learned the best friends you thought you could trust may eventually stab you in the back. I have learned that the boy you think you 're in love with in junior high may stop talking to you in high school.
I did well academically while I studied there, but social pressures are a big deal, especially at my age. Walking around school knowing that my previous friend was telling people that “I was a terrible person” and that I “didn’t deserve friends,” was unquestionably difficult for me to focus in class. I was extremely close to feeling like I was less that a human, more of a nobody that didn’t matter. It’s the next school year, I’m in the 10th grade now, and I am not as depressed as I was. I have friends that I trust and they support me.
I moved once before, and that was hard because I had so many friends, I was little then so I didn’t have a phone and neither did they so I haven’t talked to them since sixth grade. It was good when I moved to Maricopa because it allowed me to start over, not be the chubby kid I was in elementary. Instead I was the new kid, mysterious, cool. I started a new book out of the one already in progress, same character, but a new story. I started making friends and gaining confidence and I lost a lot of weight.
Throughout my whole life, I’ve been bullied and even though at a young age around eight you still get bullied. I went to a Native American school and at that time I was a lighter color than the other students and they would call me names. I continued to go there until about fifth grade and I was continually bullied then I went to a different school, there I was hoping for a good time but I soon would discover the truth. Sixth grade wasn’t the best year of my life, but it certainly wasn’t the worst even though at my old school the Native American one I had good grades, but sixth grade my grades were dropping that started a streak that would continue for a while. With my grades dropping and me still getting bullied because of my ears,
I was presented with a whole new curriculum and teaching styles. Needless to say, my school grades went down since I was still adapting to a new language and school system. My first two school years in the United States were by far my worse but that did not stop me from succeeding. Even though I was young, I was able to understand what I was going through. I knew that I needed to not just put in the same effort as other kids my age but far more.
A reason why this is a surprise is because we have a lot of work to do but it goes by fast. My last experience that was a surprise because the work was easier than I thought it would be. However, the work is not too easy either. My experience so far at the Middle School has been filled with positives and
Suddenly, the connection I felt with them all the years prior began to fade and it felt like I was talking to strangers whenever we communicated. At the time, this had such a huge impact on my life. I was in my peak year of middle school, I was starting to figure out who I was, and these were people I had grown up with and whose company I felt familiar with. I had decided to branch out and do something that I had not felt comfortable enough in my own skin to do. Receiving judgement for my own personal leap of faith, taught me that happiness within yourself is the most important happiness you can have.
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.
There was a time in my life where it was a bad time, but, it was also a good time. I was trying to play games at my old school, Roosevelt Junior High School. I got caught, and what came with it, is troubling . When I got Home my Mom and Dad greeted me with a bunch of things, saying I shouldn’t be doing that, and this and that, but, what also came with it is, my grades dropped, it was horrible, I just couldn’t keep up with all my homework. my teachers started to tell me that I need to pull up, or I wasn’t going to graduate 8th grade.