Descriptive Essay About My Father

Seventh grade removed a major burden on my shoulders. I guaranteed myself that 6th grade was not going to happen once more, I was going to turn in my assignments in on time and keep a steady B, nothing lower. Not a ton has changed going into the next grade, still the same individuals and new coming 6th graders. Three months into the school year and not a solitary C. I knew beyond all doubt that nothing could turn out badly as of right now until "BAM" the math teacher Mr. Groen put my yesterday's test sheet on my work area upside-down. I was perplexed I may have jinxed myself into saying "nothing could turn out badly" and now this was the end. I reached over my desk with my eyes in cringes not wanting to know what I had received. When I opened my eyes, I was in disbelief, I got a D! might as well throw the tip of the iceberg on it and make it an F. I was so distraught at myself that I didn't realize what I was saying. The end of the quarter was around the corner and I expected to knock up that grade regardless. Every day I went to his classroom before and after-school and retook anything. In any case, as I did I figured out I had a C in social studies. The end of everything was the following day and I knew I couldn't alter them now. That day I was not energized for arrival. I refreshed my infinite campus many times to see if my grades were up-to-date but the only thing that did change was my social studies grade to a higher C and

When I was a young child I was shy, socially awkward, and horribly insecure, so when I realized popularity would never be my strength I decided to put all my efforts into what I was good at: school. As early as kindergarten I was identified as an advanced student and teachers quickly highlighted my efforts as exemplary to the other students. I fed off the high praise. The better I performed academically, the greater the approval I received, the better I felt about myself, so as a naive child I determined my self-worth and academic performance were inherently linked. As long as I was successful in academics, I would be a successful person. For years, I believed that, putting school beyond all else.

Many people have ways of influencing others. Most people use words to affect other people. An amount of individuals would utilize their gift of persuasion to convince others of their causes or maybe arguments, while some use authority to force people to do as they are told. These several differences can apply to fathers as well. Not all fathers are similar when it comes to educating their children. Many are gentle, while some are more dominant. Randy T Caldwell, a somewhat young spirited middle aged man. Dark skinned with black Gucci frames to accommodate his big brown eyes. Standing 5’11, board shoulders, happy, loving, man of

Throughout my life I have struggled when it came to the education system and learning itself. I have had highs and lows; I have been through several tutors, and have spent a lot of money in attempting to learn certain concepts and subjects. Although school has not come as easy to me as it does to others, I have not let that stop me from developing a mind of my own and self-educating myself. I never failed school, but I always struggled through most subjects. I would be the girl who tutors other students in Chemistry, but would then fail a test on the same subject matter that I just taught to the students I tutored. This took a toll on me mentally; it creates a sense of anger and a

One event that defined a part of my life that involved literacy was when I had to write a

There have been countless influential people in my life that I’ve come across. One who was a meticulous inspiration continues to be my grandfather. My grandmother had remarried to the one I call “grandpa” when I was at the age of five, and they both took to each other’s grandchildren as their own. With my mother and me only living a mile down the road from their farmhouse out in the country, I’d spent heaps amount of time there as a child. Indeed, I had been without a father but my grandfather stepped up to the plate and had taken me under his wing and willingly played the personification of a father figure.

Annoyed at this, I turned once again and lay on my back. I took a deep

I really try my hardest in school to get the knowledge that I need to prepare me for college and for my future life after college. There are times in school that I really don't like the teacher that I have and would think that they might give me a bad grade just because they don't like me. Then after a couple days when I am on top of my class my attitude towards the teacher changes and so does my grade but don't worry it changes in a good way. There were times where my grade went down quite a bit because i got sick really bad. Even though I was sick I still tried to go to school so I don't get behind in my classes and miss school just from some dumb head ache or stomach pain. When I did get behind I always still caught back up with my work and

During the course of my middle school and high school education I have always found that teachers, peers, advisors, and even my parents have put labels on me. A.D.H.D., hyper, loud, distracted, daydreamer, and perhaps the worst and most sad… Failure. I used to believe these words and labels used on me and my grades though out high school reflected it. It wasn't until a teacher by the name of Susan Spees showed a little interest and hope in my that I excelled exceptionally in my grades. She believed in me and that was the little push I needed to try harder and actually focus on my work. Susan was a special educations teacher that had worked with many “troubled” kids. Kids that most teachers would call disobedient, loud, hyper, violent, dysfunctional. I

Have you ever had a hero in your life, someone that is always there for you when you need them? I did, I called him "my dad." My dad was the only person that could make me laugh when I was feeling down. My dad was that person who had so much love for his family. My dad was the person who I could call and he'd always pick up. My dad was the person who would drop everything just to help me. My dad was the biggest hero in my life and to this day, still is.

As I sat in my desk, my thoughts wandered as I listened to my teacher, Mrs. Flunkerflock, talk about the importance of our founding fathers. I thought, not about what my teacher was saying but the class itself. I thought how I actually hated history, but I was good at it, I was good at any subject really. I always tried to do my absolute best. To obtain any information that I possible could so that my parents could be proud of me, especially my dad. I always feared that my dad would never be proud of me like the way that his father was proud of him. I am filled with pressure since I’m technically not his son. I have always thought that he regretted me because I’m not his. That he should have made my mother abort me or give me up for adoption.

I have moved to seven different schools around The United States. All around the country, not in just two or three towns near by, however I have grown into a girl who is responsible for her actions, failures, and work. When I don’t accomplish my goal I get up and try again, I don’t think about what my teachers are going to say. I think about how important my future is to me. Lately I am staying up late for essays, projects, studies, and finally for regular

The current education system is a danger to students’ mental health, and a change would allow for a reduction in the stress of students. In high school, students stress over grades because those grades determine the colleges they can attend; in college, however, grades might affect “future job prospects and financial well-being” (Reis). In this sense, students have no control over their failure or success, particularly when they cannot understand what is expected of them on a project or test. This is typically a cause for conflicts between students and teachers. Teachers, of course, are always to blame

As a child, I always loved school. Sometimes I struggled with the work but I managed to pull through. As I got older and attended middle school I struggled the most with my classwork, I didn’t think I was going to make it because of my grades, I didn’t think any high school would take me. Whenever I step foot into the classroom I always thought to myself, I’m never going to understand the work I’m never going to learn this, but then I realized grades don’t define who I am. I’m more than a letter grade. 8th grade graduation arrived, I was the only one who didn’t receive an award. During the ceremony I felt ashamed, I felt like I could’ve done better and I know I could have. I felt like I let my parents down. But that ceremony opened my eyes, I knew I was smart and I knew I had the potential to learn and expand my education. Freshman year of high school came. I was nervous, I thought I was going to fall back into the same place I was in. I proved myself wrong. All year I studied hard, up long nights, I received tutoring my freshmen year, and I maintained a 3.5 GPA throughout my high school career.

"Never forget the past…because it may haunt you forever. Regret all the bad things…cherish the good things. Look ahead always…but don't let the bad things from the past get in your mind." As a young child, there were so many incidents in my life that made me become the person I am today. There were rough times as well as good times. If I were to tell you all of them, I would remember half of them. I think some of my incidents really had some impact, and some were just simple ways of life. To tell you the truth, the incident that had the most impact on me has to be when my real father left me at the age of three. I never knew my father. I mean being a baby, you really have no experience or recognition of somebody else.