Throughout my early highschool years I struggled with math, many of my teachers didn’t stay the same, I changed who I called my friends, and I changed how I spend my free time during the winter. High School is tough. It’s nothing like middle school. During my Freshman year of highschool I had to take Algebra I. Algebra one started out as a review of stuff I learned in Junior High. Eventually though the year I couldn’t keep up with the work and I no longer understood what was being taught to me.
I 'm not feeling too good about this test." The upcoming math test that the other student was talking about was actually terrifying me. I felt as if I was going to do terribly. See, math has never, ever been my best subject. Oddly enough, I have always had math classes first thing in the morning, which has ruined my comprehension of the subject from a young age.
When I first showed interest in math in the 5th grade my parents laughed; middle school was even worse. Incoming 6th graders were given a test on the second day of school and depending on their scores were placed into a high or low speed math class. I was put in the slow speed math and missed a lot of class my first year, as a result my grade drifted from a B to a C to a C-, then I got help. I knew I liked math and I didn’t want to do bad in it so I bought books and hired my older brother to help me. I eventually made it to a B+.
The SATs were right around the corner, and I had no idea how to prepare myself to get a good score. This lesson of not using my time wisely had affected me in bound to failure. But after I had realized my failure, I tried to make it into a success by using my time more sufficiently and not making mistakes as I did before. My failure with the SAT was a fundamental way to later success. I never had picked up the SAT book until a month before my test, which was a big failure.
When I look back in my life, I remember failing many of my literacy tests. All throughout middle school I had a really hard time understanding poetry, novels, and even short stories. I would study really hard in order to grasp the topic and thought I understood it really well. However, when I went to go take the test I would fail and have to retake it. Back then, I never would have thought I would get good grades in any english course.
I had many experiences with failure in my life. One of the failures had changed everything in my life was the time that I failed on the SAT. I remember it was two years ago when I decided to come back to school. I didn’t graduate from high school in U.S, so I had to take a SAT if I want to go to college. I went to school to study English for one year and prepare for the test.
But don 't give up because in the you 'll end up becoming good at it. This quote reminds me of when I struggle in math I always gotten a bad grade in quiz . I just really wanted to give up and at one point I just I was not even trying. So I decided enough is enough I have to start getting better grades. I retake all of my quizzes and got a better grade.
Transcripts My freshman and sophomore years I did not do so great. Mainly in English, Math, and Science. I believe that I earned those poor grades because I wasn’t trying my hardest in those subjects, and I wasn’t paying attention in those classes. Once my father and grandmother pointed out that my bad grades will affect my future, and my ability to get a decent job I began paying more attention in all my classes, and started trying harder. Although I admit that I messed up in my past years and I have earned some unappealing grades my junior year but I can say I have tried my hardest.
While at Nashoba, I have only had a few classes that have caused so much distress as my freshman World History class. I left eighth grade with a huge ego in history, but that was middle school and Mr. Sakellarion’s class was a whole new ballpark. Looking back, I should have dropped to accelerated and gotten an easy a, but my pride and love for that class got the better of me, and my grade. For those of you who were wise enough to stick with accelerated, Mr. Sakellarion’s tests and quizzes caused severe anxiety, breakdowns and stress from most of his students, however the day to day classes made that stress worthwhile. From the first test up until the final I struggled in that class, scraping by with mostly C’s and the rare and glorified B
I was not familiar with the computer lab setting, therefore I was uncomfortable while I wrote the paper. I was unable to access my essay after Mrs. Menetre finished grading. She commented on my paper that I had some sentences in passive voice and comma issues (“The Effects of 9/11 Continually Impacts Lives”). If I had not been in an unfamiliar setting surrounded by unfamiliar people, my midterm essay would not have had as many mistakes. I believe that if I had been able to take the midterm at my school, I would have been more