While I do not consider it a failure now at the time I was definitely frustrated with myself and considered it a failure. When I had to repeat my junior year I was mad at myself for not be able to complete the school year. As time went on I was able to focus on the positives in the situation and I was able to finally accept that I was not prepared for my senior year both emotionally and academically considering I missed so much school. If I did continue on to senior year I would not have been close to prepared as I am now for college. I ended up repeating my junior year due to the fact that I missed close to two-thirds of school due to a medical condition.
In the beginning of high school, I made the poor decision to hang out with people who did not love God. They were bad influences and I suffered deeply mentally. I had anxiety and panic attacks during my freshmen year due to constantly feeling
Homes was a shy child but got angry at his mother for moving him at a young age. He’s mother stated he was “awkwardly social” and at the age eleven attempt to commit suicide. Although he wasn’t socially accepted he was able to be accepted to a university. Holmes life changed when “three days after failing a key oral exam at the university in early June 2012, Holmes dropped out of his studies without further explanation,” (“James Holmes”,2018). My theory is he never felt accepted and after failing in college he was confused on what to do.
I am highly skilled at taking responsibility, but I lack the patience, and I plan to practice that by using others frame of reference of time. I have learned to master responsibility given multiple tasks of being a student, mother, and a wife. I learned to master responsibility after I had my first child in my first year of college. It was very difficult to be a mother, wife, and an honors student. I started procrastinating because I felt exhausted most of the time and I would not do homework.
“The other Rose apparently didn't do very well, for I was placed in the vocational track, a euphemism for the bottom level.”. Rose and his family were unware of the scores being switched, and they didn’t realize what this meant for Rose and his future. The school should have taken action on this problem by switching the scores back and placing the two children in the programs they tested into originally. This connects to Rose’s main idea by showing that the children were overlooked, and that the school was not prepared for this situation to
Honestly, being here made me wish a thousand times that I would’ve focused on being someone inspiring to young and older generations a long time ago. Before coming to Job Corps, I had days when I was so depressed, I just stop doing what was right and from that point on, the street was the only I saw myself. The family was my enemy, friends were no longer there, at least the ones I thought I had. I didn’t want to talk to anyone because I had nothing positive to say. I can honestly say my biggest mistake I made as youngster, was me giving up on school.
I have had a very difficult time adjusting to college because I knew how to take advice about asking for help and not actually asking for help when I needed it. During my freshman year, this was a great problem and this resulted in me ending the year with a low GPA and losing my scholarship. The wake-up call came when my strong mother broke down after I told her I had lost my scholarship and that she had to pay out of pocket for me to attend an expensive institution. Although I could have dropped out and attended the community college near my home, my mother reminded me that this was my one and only shot at a college education. For the next two semesters, I worked hard and brought my GPA above a 3.0 which helped me regain my scholarship.
During my Junior Year of high school, I fell into an immense state of depression and was diagnosed with anxiety and attention deficit disorder. Anxiety destroyed my confidence and morphed minor problems into mountains that I dared not climb. My inability to focus and lack of energy further enlarged my issues, and impaired my belief that I could overcome this challenging time. Being a first generation Latina, stigma revolving mental health in our community made it difficult for my parents to understand how depression and anxiety impairs one 's ability to function. Because I refused to seek help, I lost all resilience and motivation to strive forward, and as a result, my grades and relationships suffered tremendously.
I didn’t want to trapped inside myself anymore and didn’t want to be afraid of what the world could do to me. So I just decided not to. My first year was rough, I had a lot of bullies, they didn’t like that I was trans, they scared of me, and hated. I didn’t understand it and tried it alone, but it got nowhere. By sophomore year I had changed the way I did things, I built a support system, and I defeated what was keeping me down.
Between the time that we had played them and the last, one of our starters tore her ACL; the dreaded injury that any athlete tries their hardest to avoid. We entered that school the last time with every intention of accepting the possibility of a loss.I had played my heart out, but unfortunately got four personal fouls. I had one last chance to not foul-out or I would have to sit on the bench and helplessly watch my team struggle. We had only lost our first two games. We were first for our JV conference and losing was not an option at this point.