The beginning of the year started of rough as we started writing our first essay. I had no idea how I was going to write it at all. I struggled and struggled, but I started to get the hang of it, or well I thought I did when I got the essay back i had mad a 64. I was only one point from passing it which was still a bad grade but like I said I have never been good at writing.
I will likely be the starting center for the Wheaton College men’s basketball team this season. However, the honor of starting for the basketball team is not nearly as important to me as it once was. More than the honor of awards and the glory of personal recognition, I can now appreciate what basketball has taught me about myself. I have learned that I crave competitive environments, even ones where I am not the most gifted or talented. My basketball experience has also taught me to enjoy intense preparation and working with a team toward a common goal, even when there is little personal reward or recognition to be found.
She was told she would not achieve more than a third grade education and would not develop much verbal speech because she suffered major hearing loss (Bates). Heather was affected in many ways both physically and mentally. It was really hard for her to learn in her early years of schooling because she went to a hearing school. She did not have many friends and felt excluded around others. Popularity was an issue and she felt very isolated.
This is what happened to me, but in the end I passed my subjects. However, I got three failures during that year, so I couldn’t be there the next year. My mom was disappointed at the end, because the teacher could not do anything about the 3 failures, so I had to change schools. I feel that at this age was hard for me because I had all my friends and my brothers in that school. Now, I was going to be by myself in another school.
Xander had a great start to his time at HHS, but over the last few weeks he has done very little in class, been very disruptive, and has to be reminded most days on what the expectations are at the beginning of class (seated with something to write with and something to write on). He has not completed the writing reflection that went with his presentation on The Crusades. The window for turning in the late work just closed. He was
It’s nothing that I regret except when meeting new people. But I make it up with my wordsmithery. I’m a Wordsmith goddamn it. That’s what I like calling myself. Never for once hesitate to be wonderamazed with the words I’ll be using.
My favorite subject has always been english, I was never a fan of math, especially when it came to high school and college. My english teachers in high school did not helped me at all. They never taught us how to write a thesis, how to organize our ideas and how to improve our vocabulary. All the teachers would do is assigned a book to read and write a paper on what it was about. We never got the chance to write about a topic we were interested in or talk about our opinions on a certain topic.
In my freshman year of high school I was the most awkward kid in every single photo I appeared in, my pose was inelegant and my expression was often fatigued. I did not live with courage. However, that’s not to say that I lived with cowardice. I more of lived with vagueness. I’ve always been an individual, but through much of my life it was not loud independence, it was quite quiet.
It was across the country as required a parent’s sign off since I wasn’t eighteen. A signature my mother wasn’t willing to provide. Instead of going to another four year college, I decided to go to a local community college. I hadn’t considered what this would mean for my future, that I would be living with people who not only weren’t my family, but had no responsibility or commitment to keep me in their house hold. I didn’t even consider what it would mean for my educational future, like the fact that half of the college I was accepted to would be transferable to through the community college I chose to attend.
Enhancing My Roots Being Mexican-American has been such a blessing to me. Growing up I would feel embarrassed to have brown skin and to my speak my first language, which is Spanish. I would feel jealous hearing the other kids speak English so well as I struggled more and was placed in English Language Development. I would detest to get pulled out of class and get asked trivial questions like “what is this?” when it was a simple book.