I had made a 91 on my English exam !! I thought to myself , Janel you did it ! You really passed Mr.Smiths class! After looking back on the class I realized that without Mr.Smith being hard on me and giving me good criticism , I would not be the student I am today. He helped me realize that things will never be easy in life, but you should never give in.
I would have helped if I could,” she said concerned about me. “you were a very good student what happened?” I did not know what to say so I cried and told her the truth. That every time I sit for a test I end up failing it because I do not study enough. She comforted me telling me that I can do better next term but I ended up with the same grades as the previous term. Thus, my mother decided that I will change my school the next year so for me to transfer I had to really work hard in the last term, term 3, so I can get accepted as an 11th grader.
I’m only taking 5 classes this year, which makes my life a little less stressing. My toughest subject this year was probably Economics. It was something different, a new experience. I was introduced to a whole new level of vocabulary and it was tough to memorize. I also did horrible in the tests, but I was able to push through that and I managed to pass the class with a B.
My junior was much better than my sophomore year, my grades improved a lot, I didn’t skip class or leave the school. My sophomore year was different from my freshman year, well my freshman was the best year in high school for me; I went to Shaw where I had already knew everybody and all my cousins went there. The school itself was better for me, I was more focused at Shaw than at Collinwood. I had Honor roll and merit roll at Shaw and at Collinwood my grades were terrible. But I can’t blame to school for my actions I choose to make.
This occurred all throughout elementary and middle school. I was even placed in honor classes, yet those classes still turned out to be quite easy for me. I had nothing less than an A, but that was all about to change once I got to high school. I had already missed the first four days of my freshman year, so I was already lagging behind. But the one class that I never seemed to stay afloat in was my Honors English 1 class.
I don’t mean to show off but I can’t really resist the temptation because I worked my way out all the way from the bottom to this point. I’m not brilliant, my intelligence isn’t innate then why should you have me as student in your school? Secondly, in my school, all students with good grades will be offered to be moved into international classes where studying is being conducted bilingually which is in Indonesian and in English. A student can only be offered this opportunity twice for the whole 3 years of senior high school. I was offered this chance twice but I rejected both of them.
“How to Say Nothing in 500 Words” Paul Roberts essay, “How to Say Nothing in 500 Words,” describes my papers to a T. I always ramble on with filler content that dulls my papers, makes you want to fall asleep, and frankly I was quite content with this. I always had a passing grade in English, so why bother changing your style. Roberts has shown me more ways to make my papers better in 14 pages, than I had learned in all of my high school classes. Roberts also refers to calling a fool a fool, I find this to be very good advice. This is often easy for me to do when talking to someone in person.
I remember taking the ACT practice test in my last year of middle school and my first year of high school, and doing pretty well. What most surprised me, however, was when I got the results back. Having scored in the top 10 percent of the nation was a shock, and really showed the unseen talent that I have. This was a key moment in my life because despite my grades.
Coming to the US for most people, was the best thing to ever happen in their lives. It was the same for me. Until a time in my life slightly changed that, but I still think it profited me and helped me grow tremendously. On my first day in middle, I was so nervous to meet new people that I did not really talk much to people the first couple of weeks. One-day as I was sitting in class doing my work I saw someone look at me and I was wondering what did I do to attracted the attention of that person.
In every science class I’ve had good grades. For example, on my sophomore year I’ve heard many negative comments about chemistry. “Do not take that class, you are going to struggle.” or “ Dude, chemistry f****d me over” But even though from such negative feedback, I still persuade to took that class. By mid year i was surprised I had a B as my grade. In general, I see science as a very interesting subject.
She struggled to find a reason why all year I struggled to keep up my grade but scored a near perfect on my EOG. Her excuse was homework. Homework! There was no way that 10 points here and there could so drastically influence my
“The next test will be better,” I kept telling myself. But my scores never got better. Halfway throughout the first trimester, my teacher and counselor asked if I wanted to drop the course. Although I understood they asked that because my scores showed that I was struggling with the class, I told them that I was confident that I would raise my grade. With doubtful eyes, my teacher and counselor let me continue the course.
People insist that European History is one of the toughest AP classes a student can take. For me, taking that class as a sophomore in high school instead of college was a huge triumph. I 'm a junior now, taking AP United States History, and it is a lot easier. However, in a way I needed something like AP European History to see what I could handle. The class allowed me to think outside the box and expand my boundaries.
My grades suffered due to that fact. I always did well during testing, I just felt no motivation to do homework. I went to musician’s workshop when I started high school and developed more culture. High school was okay for the 2 years, my grades were average. Unfortunately, after my sophomore year ended, I started moving around due to various circumstances, such as a parents divorce and my childhood home going into foreclosure.
The grades on the report cards in the United States are A-F’s. The A’s on the report card are the best, and it is telling the teacher, you passed that class, but the F’s means you failed. Many of the schools in the United States do not give out E’s as