Throughout my early highschool years I struggled with math, many of my teachers didn’t stay the same, I changed who I called my friends, and I changed how I spend my free time during the winter. High School is tough. It’s nothing like middle school. During my Freshman year of highschool I had to take Algebra I. Algebra one started out as a review of stuff I learned in Junior High. Eventually though the year I couldn’t keep up with the work and I no longer understood what was being taught to me.
Although my grades were not always consistent, I never earned less than a B for a final grade in my English courses. Often my instructors privately told me that my papers were the best in the class and shared my work with others. My writing secured me a free trip to London and Paris with my business club as well as my acceptance into multiple colleges. I am certain my extracurricular activities, including cheerleading, volleyball, community service projects, fundraisers and employment also played a vital role in these accomplishments. Of all the schools to which I applied, only VSU waitlisted me probably because of my phobia about standardized examinations, which caused me not to perform as well as I should have on the SAT.
The SATs were right around the corner, and I had no idea how to prepare myself to get a good score. This lesson of not using my time wisely had affected me in bound to failure. But after I had realized my failure, I tried to make it into a success by using my time more sufficiently and not making mistakes as I did before. My failure with the SAT was a fundamental way to later success. I never had picked up the SAT book until a month before my test, which was a big failure.
It all began, my last semester as a community college student, I was very anxious to start my last classes and finally be able to graduate. I remember waking up the first day of class and feeling my emotions rush all over the place, as I began my last couple of months at Porterville Community College. being really excited to take the last classes before graduating, but like always I left the toughest subject for last. I’ve never considered myself a good writer and this class made me remember that everyday. This class was English 101A with professor Stern, he is a very tall man with a big beard, and he has the type of personality that intimidates you right away.
Since I practiced writing, and earned straight A 's in all my courses last semester, I decided to take English-101 this semester. Instead of paying extra money to take English-50, I thought I would just take English-101 and work extra hard to be successful. My problem with the literacy narrative is that I can 't write about myself. I guess it 's because I 'm embarrassed I 'm only starting college now, and have realized I 've been neglected in life. Whatever it is, I just can 't write about myself in my literacy narrative if I have to share it in class.
I was sad because a lot of kids used to bully me. I was ashamed of myself. Not to mention, it got worse in 3rd grade because I took shots to stop my hormones. Every time I took the shot, I had to limp because it was very painful to walk.. When the class went somewhere, I was in the back, limping.
When I look back in my life, I remember failing many of my literacy tests. All throughout middle school I had a really hard time understanding poetry, novels, and even short stories. I would study really hard in order to grasp the topic and thought I understood it really well. However, when I went to go take the test I would fail and have to retake it. Back then, I never would have thought I would get good grades in any english course.
But that confidence soon began to subside. In elementary school, we would have an annual test that determined whether a student can be placed in an advance or tutorial reading class, and every year I would be placed into the advance reading courses, so when it came time to take the test, I knew there wasn’t anything for me to worry about. And even though my score was one of the highest in the class, I still ended up in a reading tutorial class. I was a little taken aback by it, but it didn’t stop me from my love of reading and writing and plus I could switch out of those classes is I showed improvement. So I did my best to try and show that I didn’t need the extra help like some others did, but all my hard work went in vain and I was never able to get out of the class.
I was already having problems that same day., It was a Thursday morning when these three kids walked up and said to me when they told me that it made my blood boil (it does not help when I was already in a really bad mood),From there on I was mad at people because i thought they looked at me differently, that no one cared about me that I was on my own. I was really mad at people I didn’t talk to anybody for about 2 weeks because I was hurting and shut everyone out. When people would ask what had happened to me why was I changing, it didn’t help that I was having problems and that I don’t have anyone that I would trust to talk about
Then when they found me I was I knew I was gonna be in big trouble. The teachers put me on the fence for the rest of the recess period. When I got back in the classroom I got right in my seat and started to cry a little but not a lot. I held in the tears like the man I was, but it was very hard to do. I thought I was going to burst like a bubble when I got in there I was really surprised I didn't.