Good afternoon, I 'm a Spotsy Sophomore, and I was in CGS until about three months ago. At the time, my best friend had just recently passed away and I was dealing with a lot of stress and sadness as a result. I had no motivation or desire to do normal everyday things, let alone homework. My grades slipped. Against the advice of my teachers, I left the program and went to Spotsy full-time.
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.
The article Chicano Manifiesto by Armando B. Rendon is talking about Rendon’s experience living in the United States as a Chicano citizen. He grew up on the West side of San Antonio with his grandmother and mother. Rendon learned Spanish as his first language, but as he started school Rendon had to soon learn English quickly since speaking Spanish was not allowed. At the age of ten, Rendon and his mom moved to the bay area. At the bay area he started to figure out who he was and what route to take on his life.
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.
They wanted to give their children the opportunities they never had. With only the clothes on our backs and in hopes of a better life, we came to the United States. The first couple of years we lived in a tiny secluded laundry room, furnished only with a mattress, behind my great grandmother’s house. Education was the most important thing in our family as it would be our escape out of this miserable lifestyle. I was immediately enrolled into school, where I had to walk to because of the lack of transportation.
She was gone, and I had no one by my side that I felt confident enough to share with. After a little while I started doing absolutely miserably in school, lying to my mom so much, that after a certain amount of time, my teacher called her and told her everything. My mom was so shocked that she could not believe it, my lies lasted for probably about a year and after sometime she has of course forgiven me, but I was all alone through all of this again. I felt so lonely and broken that……I wanted to end my life. I went to the extent of writing a good bye note, many times, but I always stopped myself, believing and on some level knowing that I had to fight and that I had to live at least for my mom, because she does for me.
Maycomb’s education system is depicted as a failure throughout chapters 2 and 3. Lee’s description of the student’s poor learning attitudes, the teacher’s unskillful teaching methods, all highlights the failure of Maycomb’s education system. Lee depicts the failure of the Maycomb education system through the description of elderly students in Scout’s first grade class. When the class was questioned about their knowledge on alphabets, Scout explained by saying “Everybody did; most of the first grade had failed it last year.” The adjective “failed” depicts that the students did not learn much in Maycomb and was unable to take in knowledge under the Maycomb education system. Not being able to take in knowledge, students are unable to pass through
It was pretty hard to do a lesson in two days and then have quiz after quiz after quiz. I quickly fell behind and couldn 't seem to catch up, I just found everything so hard. My parents soon notice and they sat me down and talked to me about how I was
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. I didn 't try enough because I already thought my grade was too far gone and that rolled over into the next semester. After the school year I was very disappointed in myself. I never have failed a class in my life but here I was applying for summer school. So I redirected my disappointment and decided to excel at summer school.
My mother always cleaned, cooked, folded everyone 's clothes and took care of the boys. Younger me, aspired to be exactly like my mother, still aspirer to be everyday like her. However, when younger, i mimicked all the chores and care, she would do for our family but somehow it was never enough to be “better” than my older brothers. In Middle school, i started to do less of the mimicking of what my mother did around the