I was told at a young age that education was the key to success and from that point on I made it my main priority not to be the average student among those that settle for less but to be a outstanding student that rises to every occasion to take advantage of my education. I do not that not let any setbacks or obstacles interfere with my education. I have maintain a 3.7 GPA despite of my after school job during my junior year. My mom told me during my tenth grade year that my junior year was going to either make me or break me. She explained I had to be really on top of my studies and I had no room for small mistakes.
Their actions led to me setting high standards for myself because everyone in my family thought I would be a highschool drop out like my siblings. Now that I am a senior I know that I'll be the first to graduate from high school and go to college. I am proud of myself because I have proved my family wrong. Their doubts have pushed me to be successful. I've come from a poor family so no matter what I do I'm going to remain
The first words of Maxine Kingston’s memoir: “You must not tell anyone” (1) indicates the thematic power of silence that permeates Kingston’s life. When she was young, her mother (Brave Orchid) cut the frenum of her tongue. Her mother claimed to do it because she did not want her daughter to be “tongue tied” (164), but her efforts did not seem to help Kingston who has a “terrible time talking” (165). At first, she did not recognize her silence as a problem. When she realized that she had to talk in school, “the silence became a misery” (166).
My first semester of college I enrolled in a community college with my major listed as “General studies” because it sounds better than “Undecided.” I was straight out of a high school of less than 400 students and I was utterly clueless, and at the end of the semester my GPA reflected it. I knew that I would never succeed unless I
The political environment was equally unpleasing to her, and this explains why she eventually opted to be a rebel. Her orientation of seeing a society that supported boys and frustrated girls provoked her inner being and made her begin to question the validity of those beliefs. Her turn around attitude shocked her parents, and she had no apologies for that. She eventually came out as an iron lady who could not be brought down by unjust laws and backward cultural
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.
Not amount of saying exercise will help, or saying that I just need to make more friends would help either, because I never like bothering people, or even feeling like I could bother people, I hate being selfish and I hate just hated how I felt, it made me feel worse. This vicious cycle of feeling terrible, being angry about how I feel, than feeling terrible again. These emotions, of sadness and angry, were swelling inside me, until one day I just started crying, I didn’t care what my mom thought, I didn’t care what anyone though, I just cried for what felt like hours. It was like a bubble that finally bursted. I let out all my emotions, and I didn’t care what people thought.
Every parent wants their son or daughter to get good grades but my parents wanted me to have perfect grades since then, I have had an issue perfectionism. In high school, I had done well in classes. But now that I am in the second semester of college, I am shattering apart even though in the prior semester I was on the Dean’s list. I have so much pressure in college classes, not to
Every summer i’d take many courses to advance and exceed in my classes, my parents having some knowledge about high school believed at one point that I had taken a summer course to make up a failing class due to the fact of how my older brother struggled during his years. Not being able to do much during the summer also limited my time to having fun and doing what I liked. Community service hours were never mentioned to me until my sophomore year surprisingly and I had a plethora of hours piled up to my normal schedule, up until now I have been able to do most of those hours but if I were told sooner I’d be done by now. Experiences with my community have also opened up connections to work-related material and internships for the near future. I’ve been living in Atwater for at least more than six years and am surprised with all the time I’d been here, I now know much about the area I raised
Procrastination can lead to an unsuccessful outcome because when stress and anxiety come in other problems do to like delaying your career or projecting building up a pile of things you were supposed to do or were going to do, this leads to emotional break down and consistently nailing yourself down and never feeling proud. Hating yourself for not completing things you could have easily done and giving up. Giving up is the most common thing people do, this leads to depression and other health risks. Drug abuse might even come in at this stage. Sometimes when our minds accept failure we tend to push our self-down and think we can’t do anything, so we give up.
The biggest shocker wasn 't that I wasn 't able to go, the biggest shocker was that this woman once she heard about my legal status suddenly thought I wasn 't deserving of this opportunity. At that moment I felt dirty my feelings were a mixture of intense anger towards my parents for putting me in this situation I did not agree, disgusted with myself and excluded from everybody else around me. Before this incident I was okay with being an immigrant, but after this I have never been okay with my immigration status because everyday it feels like I’m the one free criminal breaking the law. I think what she was thinking was “This kid is not American, therefore no benefits for her” or something among those lines. To be honest I am not completely sure what her stereotype I just know this has been one of the most traumatic experiences Ive experienced in
Four years ago, I remember being told, “We both know you can do it, you are just not putting in enough effort.” In the middle of my eighth grade year, the dreams of going to college and having a better life for myself was not important at that moment. College didn’t matter to me as I was with the wrong type of friends who always influenced my behavior whether I knew it or not. While I knew that I was capable of being on the high honor roll, it didn’t seem to matter to a thirteen year old. Knowing that college was still years away, I didn’t want to focus on it so early in my life. My grades and behavior were the main reasons I was on the border of not graduating.
When looking overall at Junior year, you view your grades and consider how you probably had a lot of pressure on you and your classes were harder than you expected going into it. My Junior year revolved around those ideas while taking a turning spin when my cousin passed away. Losing him was like losing the other half of not only myself, but my family. After the accident, we realized that he was our backbone. Focusing throughout school while the memories of that day streaming through my mind were never untroubled when trying to get through junior year.