When I started high school I felt like I did not belong here. High school was very different from my middle school. Some of my teachers tried to tell me how high school was going to be like for all of us in the moment I believed them but the only advice I valued was my older brothers. “No one is really going to help you or give you direction. In fact, the odds are against you.” -robert greene I picked this quote because teachers are not going to going to hold you hand throughout high school.
On one of the first tests we took I scored a forty percent. In the grade book filled with straight A's, the F I had in that class sharply contrasted with my other passing grades. Obviously I was upset with myself; I normally passed with flying colors, not even needing to crack open a book, and
Discrimination may have played a part as the other student and I are both not white and the highest achievers in that class. Previously, she had taken several discrete steps to undermine my grades before this whole debacle. My parents believe that this happened because the teacher’s stepdaughter was at the same conference and did not place despite this being her third year competing, yet I placed my second year. This is not the first time I have had complications with this particular teacher either. The last time an issue arose, my parents had a meeting with just her and that meeting ended with her insulting my English comprehension as it is common knowledge at school that the language I speak at home is Malayalam, not English.
These classes were all challenging, yet I pushed through with determination to complete the classes to the best of my ability. My high school is highly competitive and I’m grateful that I was surrounded by such wonderful peers and teachers. Completing high school, I received 12th place out of almost 450 students, with a weighted GPA of 4.244. Despite my hard course load,
Everyone has had at least one enlightening class that they’ll never forget. A class that, unlike so many others, truly teaches you about life, or in my case, mortality. Mr. Vindetti was my English teacher in junior high: a worldly and highly perceptive individual who expected the absolute best from his students. Junior high school is a blur, so I barely remember what I was taught throughout the years, but I still recall numerous lessons from Mr. Vindetti clearly. One day, after my grueling math class and my absurdly uninteresting history class, it was finally time for the one class I genuinely enjoyed, Advanced English.
I feel that I possess the qualities of scholarship service leadership and character that makes me a good candidate. End School I struggled for many years with my ADHD. That has made it difficult for me to focus in school. But I have worked through it and I'm strong for that I've Sports from 5 p.m. to 8 p.m. I don't normally get home until 9:00 at night and that gives me a little time to be able to do my homework and still eat and I have that schedule from Monday Tuesday Wednesday and Thursday and on Saturdays I have it for 4 hours I worked there my school struggles with my ADHD and my out of school struggles to and by that 4 years I got A's and B's and that's it on my report card but this year I've been going above and beyond and I have been a straight-A student all year long I'm proud of myself for doing this and being able to work through my struggles.
Four years ago I never would’ve contemplated I’d be here writing this essay. Four years ago I never would’ve thought I’d be where I am today. In my first year of high school I started hanging around the wrong people, I was defying my parents and I was even put on probation for truancy from where I had been ditching a lot of school. Probation was one of my most substantial failures. I let my school and parents.
Middle school was extremely ardous for me . I constantly had to write essays every single night because we read one novel every week. It seemed like I could never have a break from writing. The sheer amount of homework was nerve-wracking because I never expected this much homework. I remember expressing some of my my thoughts in my journal such as how hard writing essays was and how challenging my math tests were.
One of the things that has been a struggle for me over the years is the slowness of my reading and the process of absorbing written materials. I was always a bad speller and had a very low self esteem on my academic abilities. Eventually, I came to realize that I must have some sort of reading disability, inherited from my mother who struggled as well with the same issues. When I was in elementary and secondary school nobody ever talked about these kinds of disabilities and I was ridiculed many times from many teachers for not trying hard enough. I was labeled as not living up to my potential, as teachers could tell that I was bright, but couldn 't seem to come up with better grades.
My biggest fear of all though, are the popular girls at school. There perfectly painted faces make me so mad, and there skinny jeans don’t hold a match to my leggings. But, overall, it’s what they say. Last year, on my walk home, I had a very bad experience that made me hate them even more. The fear and humiliation they put me through was so unexpected, so awful and cruel.
The class had many after school teams such as rifle team, drill, and raiders. I hadn 't joined any of the teams and because of that I was looked down upon by upperclassmen and others who had joined those teams. In the period I was in, almost every freshman would grow up to be great leaders for our school and for the JROTC program. As for me I could care less and decided only on passing my classes and didn 't care about being active in my school and for that I hadn 't made much friends in the JROTC program almost like an outcast, but that also went for any other kid
However, what I predicted was the opposite of what would happen. On my first day of school I could not find peace at mind, classes seemed stressful and people were not sociable or even friendly in my opinion. The procedures at the Texas school were different and I had the worst time adjusting to it. I could not even find anyone to have a deep conversation about who I am.
In Elementary school they would give you scores out of 6, 4 was average and 5 or 6 was outstanding. I would frequently receive 3s and sometimes even 2s. However, the worst critiquing I have ever experienced was in 8th grade. My teacher Ms. Garncarz had us write narratives similar to the one I am writing now but she had us work in partnerships. After mostly working individually, with some help from my partner, my teacher told me that my writing wasn 't original and that I needed to stop having my writing rely on others.
I hold anger, I was afraid to communicate with others, low self-esteem, and I couldn’t concentrate in school. My grades were not that great. Just seeing the abuse that my mother went through, it was hard for me to cope. I graduated from High School, went to W. B. I. received my 2 year degree, right after graduation, I got married. It did not last too long, this is where I experienced the four Horsemen of The Apocalypse.
pt1 One day my 7th grade teacher had pulled me aside and told me that he saw so much potential in me and he felt like it was all going to waste; and that I would need to put more effort into school he said “(call to adventure) Ryan put as much effort into school as you put into basketball”. (I felt delude from that fact I had never been to the student who would be referred as smart. I began