As I was sitting there in class listening to the teacher talks about this project and at the same time complaining about the workload (mostly because we need to conduct an interview), I unconsciously, with the pencil in my hand, started to doodle. (Doodles are spontaneous marks that can take many forms, from abstract patterns or designs to images of objects, landscapes, people or faces. Some people doodle by retracing words or letters, but doodling doesn 't include note-taking.) I drew random objects that don 't even make sense. I had a bunch of faces (emojis) drawn all over my notebook and a bunch of lines that intertwine so many times that you can’t even see them as “lines.” Maybe it’s just because I don 't have the “artistic gene” in me.
I didn’t learn to read or write until I was 7 years old. I was in my second grade class and my peers and I were sitting in a circle when the teacher called on me to read. I sputtered some gibberish with a tomato red face. The only words I recognized were “it’s” “it,” and “a”- which is really just a letter. My teacher noticed my struggle and called on another kid, Briggs Huxford, to “help” me- which really just meant that he was going to read that section.
The next period is math. Once I reached class, everyone pulled out their phones and started employing them, during class. I had a slide phone and I had no ability of using it during class. Some of the students in math have a bad grade because they did not turn in their first assignment yet. I started out with an A+.
I could not find a score anywhere! Frantically, I flipped the piece of paper, front and back, and saw nothing. Then, I decided to actually read the comments that Mrs. Guertin had left. I specifically remember one comment, that terrified me, saying, “Manuel, what happened?”. The following week, I ended up coming in early in order to redo the in-class essay due to the fact that I had failed to correctly answer the prompt.
I ended up getting the letter the next day during homeroom. While I sat there reading it, I not only laughed about how apprehensive I acted the day before, but I realized how bad I wanted this. I started thinking to myself that I was competent. I had the requirements to become part of National Honor Society. Why was I so nervous in the first place?
I wake up to do everything by myself, cook, clean, go to school, and especially homework. The workload from school kept getting harder each year, and it got worse during the start of high school. When I first arrived back from my first day of 9th grade I had to annotate a poem written by Shakespeare. As I sat down to do the homework I realized I didn 't know what annotating meant. I asked my parents for help and they didn’t even knew who Shakespeare was.
We were talking about ideas that we were gonna do when everybody came over to my house to make stuff to hang up and stuff we were gonna give people to wear or something like that. After lunch Cortney, Melanie and I had Math together and Kaitlin was in our math class too. I used to be Best Friends with Kaitlin but we got into a huge fight and we haven’t really hung out or talked that much since that night. In math class me and Kaitlin were partnered up. Kaitlin rolled her eyes as usually but gave me a smile and we went to table so we could work together.
I was much like the general population, unsure of what an actuary was until my junior year of high school. It was at that point that an actuary came and gave a presentation at my school. The presentation was about academics in general and never referenced actuarial science. I talked to him after since he said he did a lot of math and I asked him more about the profession. As he talked I felt
My friends told me, “It 's just one class,” or “Math is hard, it 's okay.” For me it was not okay, and after having a meeting with my counselor concerning my math grade, she told me “try harder next year.” So, coming into senior year I felt the same thing I felt during my first day of high school, pride and confidence. I finally understood what Mr. Kalbach meant when he said he wanted to be like me in high school. He was not talking about my grades, attendance, or my attitude for school. Mr. Kalbach wanted to see the Ramses that I saw in the mirror the first day of senior year, and I know I will not let him
The tone of her math class was a mess the kids were all talking and sometimes would be waiting for her to come to the room. Smooth transitions into her room where let's go look out the window or look at the bearded dragon till she gets here. The kids never worked in a teamwork environment in her class. The kids did have to do a math homework every week for a grade. Although she made it fun for the kids.