When I first started Collinwood High School, they didn’t have my transcript over from Shaw so for a month I had to take ninth grade classes. I was barely going to classes, I would leave school and go home or to the store. I got suspended twice before I got my transcript. Once I did get them I started going to classes but that was long after I started skipping classes and leaving school to go home. I messed up the first and second quarter grades was terrible I was just an honor roll student at Shaw, now at Collinwood I have F’s.
Living their home country just so my siblings and I could get a better education and better life. As we all know, life in America is not that easy when you are newbies. As an 11 years old kid, I wouldn't know what to do or how to help my parents when they are going through a tough time. All I do was go to school, come home, and do some reading. Besides, school wasn't that easy for me because I didn't know English and I couldn't communicate with the people around me nor the teachers.
I was about to walk into the door to go to the class that I dread everyday, history. I knew that day was going to be the worst because I didn’t have my homework done. I had to finish a worksheet on Julius Caesar. I swore that I did it, but there was nothing on the paper. On top of all of that, the teacher, Mrs. Boyle.
It made sense to me. I never had a moment in time where I wanted to give up in an english class because it was hard. As those 2 Failures on my transcript indicate, that was not the case for me in math. With time to look over the outcome I realized I gave up. After I was out of school for around a month after my ACL surgery it was hard to catch up but It was not impossible.
The reason I want a C is because my mom never wants an F or a low D in my grade book. She never expects me to get straight A’s and B’s but that’s why I want a C. I’m not always gonna pass every class with a C, because every class I take I always have trouble with the beginning semester. The reason for that is I never like my teachers at first, then I get to
My second semester of school I decided that because I already knew where I was going to college I didn’t have to try as hard in school and work as hard for my grades as I had before. I began slacking off inside as well as outside of the classroom. I stopped doing homework to my best ability’s, stopped studying for tests, and worst of all I was lying to my mother. For almost four months I treated my mother poorly. I constantly lied to her face about how my grades were.
How Stupid I am and Reasons Why You Shouldn’t Accept Me Dear admission officer, I know it will be a boring essay for you if I tell you about how sad my life is and I didn’t want to brag about how brilliant I am either. So, to catch your attention, I have decided to write an essay about how stupid I am and reasons why you shouldn’t accept me into your school. In my first semester on primary school, I was ranked 48th out of 60 students but surprisingly, I was 15th the next semester and 7th in my third semester. Since then I keep improving myself until now on my last year of senior high school, I am the first in my class. I don’t mean to show off but I can’t really resist the temptation because I worked my way out all the way from the bottom to this point.
Lying awake last night, I realized that losing my voice was the worst. To make matters worse, it had to happen 3 days before my audition for a musical. All of this happened because of me over practicing my voice. Praticiting all day was probably not the best idea. The doctor said that my voice went out because I spend too much time practicing and eventually my throat got sore.
High School Graduation The beginning of the Highs School year,was a new experience for me,because of begin alone in the school without knowing nobody, not knowing the language and have zero knowledge of the academic level i need it to have in order to graduate, on the mid senior year of high school,i got a call from the counselor Mr.Calume,he told me that, in order to graduate i need it to pass 4 states exams that can be only due 2 times per year semester,and i was in my last semester of high school,so the chances of me passing those test were low for me. There for, i meet some olds friends from when i was a child from my country (Venezuela) they have move to the same school i me,so they reached me some tips and trick to pass
For next two years, I really didn’t learn lot about writing because of different teachers weren’t taught me very well then in my senior year, a bearded man, Mr. Dirk, came in my life. He decided to teach the class with “start over” English but in the
When coming to Arcadia High School I didn’t know what to feel like, would I say frightened, worried, or energized? For this reason I decided that I felt confused. I was a bit stressed at the thought of getting bad grades. I entered school and saw what looked like a beehive of people going where they needed to go. So like many freshmen on their first day I got lost looking for my first class, it was such a big school and many of the halls weren’t even in alphabetical order.
Crigler after class, and she explained to them that tomorrow, Kendall and Ivy would have to take a test on whatshe had taught. Kendall and Ivy both thought she wasn’t being impartial because they were the only students who had to take the test. Well, as Kendall began the long trek back to her locker, all the way on the other side of the school, she thought about the test. She realizes that she was not paying any attention in class. It would be devastating if she failed her test because it would bring down her math grade, which already wasn’t that great, and she would not be allowed to play in her first game of the
After a week of school, I realized what people saw when I talked. Everyone though I didn’t know anything. People made fun of some word I did not pronounce correctly, I was scared to open my mouth or even asked a question in class, because I though the teachers would ask me to repeat it again. I cried almost every night. One day I finished my history essay and the teacher told me to wait after class,
I was grown up in Vietnam, I 've had lived there for 13 years, and my family moved to the United States for better life and education. I went through a lot of challenges, but the most difficult one is a language barrier. I couldn 't speak English and couldn 't communicate with anybody in school. The school I went to doesn 't have Vietnamese and I couldn 't ask for help. I was struggling with school, and I didn 't learn anything for years.