Example Of Personal Narrative Essay

My educational past has had its good and bad days. In early grades school was easy and school was enjoyable. Somewhere along the line I lost my talent and things went south quickly. For some reason I kept telling myself studying wasn’t necessary because of how well I did in the past. In the sixth grade we had our first math test. I figured why study, I’m smart, all the answers will come right to me. I start the test and immediately start struggling. I couldn’t remember anything and of course when I got it back, it was an F. After receiving that F, I realized things have changed and I must put forth much more effort. Math for me was never the same after that moment. I started struggling with memorizing the equations and my grade suffered. One thing I needed to realize was I didn’t have all the knowledge. In the past, my education has been a little rocky.

After all, math was one of my best subjects. I had never really had an experience where I just couldn't understand the concept of a math problem, of how it was solved and why. Our teachers has warned us back in elementary school, that one day we would hit an invisible wall and not ease through classes. That one day we would struggle with understanding a problem, a concept or even a subject. I had never believed them, thinking this would never happen to me, that I could somehow avoid this wall of confusion and just walk right through. But there I was, utterly confused and frustrated at a simple problem that everyone else could solve. Why was I not seeing it? Why couldn't I understand the solution? I asked myself. For the first time in my life I really struggled to get an A in a class. I had my sister tutor me almost every day, preparing for a quiz and then the next, and the next. I came in to my teacher for lunch and he helped me step by step. I studied for tests, and worked hard. And my work payed off. I got a high A in the course, and a lot of experience from it. It taught me how to work hard for something, to earn a good grade when you deserve it, and it gave me the skills I needed to get As in the high school classes I am taking this

Struggling with math during 7th and 8th grade would be the most significant challenge I have yet faced. Throughout elementary, math was one of my favorite subjects. Math was my favorite subject because it came easily to me. It was second nature. I would always get good results in math tests and homework. I always felt proud of my math skills. After 6th grade, I was placed in Algebra 1 instead of Pre-Algebra. I thought Pre-Algebra was going to be a breeze. Instead, I began to fail the tests and quizzes. I no longer felt confident in my math skills. I felt disappointed, seeing my grade lower. I no longer understood math. At the end of the first semester, I ended up receiving a C in Algebra 1. For the first time in my life, I decided to ask for help.

Math has always been difficult for me because I never liked the math problems had to be solved and I also didn´t like the way math problems were created. I did struggle in middle school because the school I went to in middle school was filled with students that would disrespect the teacher and it would be difficult for me to learn anything for all 3 years in that middle school. In the past, when I struggled on a problem I would give up on that problem and forget about it. In the past, when I would struggle on a difficult problem I would usually quit because it would put me in a situation where I would not want to do anything for the rest of the day, only if I were to continue on that problem. I would quit the minute I start struggling on a problem because if I would continue to try and solve that problem and keep on struggling, I would be in a bad mood and I don´t want to be in a bad mood when I am trying to solve a difficult problem.

A time I struggled in my life was when I had to learn long division. It happened while I was in the fourth grade; I just couldn’t catch on and was quickly becoming frustrated. Math had always been one of my weakest subjects. Then one Sunday afternoon, my mom made me sit down and helped me learn it.

Losing grasp of the fundamental concepts, I started to panic. Honestly, it almost feels like drowning, learning something new in class every single day while lacking an understanding of every day that came before. It took a little longer than I would like to admit for me to understand what I needed to do. Fortunately for me, in my concurrent world history class, the class happened to be discussing current events and pertinent historical concepts. That discussion inspired me to apply the same process to my current predicament.

In retrospect, I would have never recovered hadn't I taken the first step. No matter how much I struggled, even with the support of my family and teachers, it was through my own actions that I improved. Instead of being content with complacency, I now constantly challenge myself to improve my weaknesses. It was because of this experience that I now see difficulties as opportunities for

As I have said previously, I struggled with math from an early age. I continued to struggle with Pre-Calculus. Knowing this, I attended the help sessions each day that they were offered. This required a lot of self discipline and persistence on my part. I was active in several extracurricular activities and I also held a part time job my junior year. So I had to juggle many things in my life to be successful in this

Growing up parents expect the most out of their children, but in some situations I felt like my highest standards were my own. Never had I experienced such distress and isolation as I did in my 8th grade algebra 2 class. I knew myself, and I had always been the type of student to adapt quickly and learn information easily, but when the time came for graphing these impossible functions or solving inequalities with irrational numbers I felt the start of a heavy journey. Not only did I have to worry about myself and how well I could do on the tests that would be fundamental for my gpa, but I also had to overcome feeling like a burden to the rest of my class who seemed as if they were strolling down the park with no worry. Thankfully, one of my math teachers noticed my struggle and offered extra help leading me to spend time after school for tutoring. During those tutoring sessions all I thought about was moving forward with each math standard that came along the way.

I practically taught my 9th grade algebra class. Then came sophomore year and well, that's when math started to become hard. My A’s quickly turned into B’s and C’s, and on occasion some D’s. That was a very drastic change for me. The difficulty had been increased and I gave up because the math became harder. I was unsuccessful. I was seeking constant validation and when it wasn't received I fell deeper and deeper into my fixed mindset. I depended solely on my basic qualities, and when that didn't amount to what I wanted, I told myself that I was dumbest one in the class and that I was horrible at math. I dreaded having to go to math class. After all the time and all the effort I had put into the class I would still receive failing grades. Being closed minded really held me back. If only I treated it the way I did with

I loved going to school. But when I started third grade all of that changed. As I came home one afternoon I walk into an awkwardly silent room. My mom sat there on the couch. She patted the couch and told me to sit down. After I sat down she explained to me that my teacher had called and informed her that I would need to be tutored because I just wasn't learning as fast as the other kids in my class. I was devastated. Every Tuesday and Thursday I would stay after school in a dull, plain room with another teacher. On that Tuesday I watched out the window as all my friends were able to go into the perfect weather and start their bus ride home. My tutor ,who was a fourth grade teacher at my school, walked in with joy, excitement and eagerness. Every Tuesday and Thursday she’d help me improve. In just a short

Every time I stumbled on a math problem that I do not know I research the concept the math lesson. I would watch a video relating to the topic of the math concept and review my math notes. When we have time to do the homework in class, I ask my classmates and sometimes I ask the teacher for help. I try to always analyze the problem of what I have to do before I start solving the equation. Lastly, I begin to solve the problem, and getting through it even though it might be incorrect. The challenged affected my academic achievement, by always pushing myself not to give up even at times it was difficult to understand a math lesson. Every time that I stumble upon a problem that I do not know how to do I tell myself, “not to get frustrated about it,” and to look in the textbook and look at the steps of how the textbook does it. I also study the material to understand it better. Furthermore, it made me try my best at math class to get a decent

Well up to me math has never been a struggle. Until this year I kind of struggled but it was only because I really didn't pay attention in class but I didn't struggle a lot. In middle school I did struggle because I moved to a new school due to some problems I had in my old middle school. I struggled because I was getting used to the new way of learning and getting to know my teachers and peers a lot better. I felt bad because I had never struggled in my life but I got myself together and I stayed on track and kept my grades up. In the past when I had a hard problem I would stay trying to do it but if after a hour or so I didn't get it I would just quit and move on to something else but if I stayed after an hour and I thought I was doing the problem the right way I would keep looking at what I was doing wrong and I would try to correct myself.

For instance, at first I felt frustrated with the math, but after working hard and taking time to get better it got easier as I kept learning. As Paul states in Philippians 4:13 " I can do all things through Christ who give me strength." Whatever the situation is God will give the strength to work through it and raise above the problem. Also through doing many math lessons over again, I learned that in whatever I do, I should work hard and with all my heart. Which means persevering and finishing the work even when things get tough. Colossians 3:23 says, "Whatever you do, work at with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters." No matter the job or situation we should work like it is for the Lord and not take it

The great English writer Samuel Johnson once said, “Great works are performed not by strength but by perseverance”. One time in my life that I remember this being especially true was in my second-grade class taught by Mrs. Whitmore. I had excelled in reading and writing, and my math skills had been respectable up until that point. It was time to take on the what was soon to be dreaded multiplication tables. I can flashback to taking those timed tests with ease; the colorful posters filling the walls, the hushed murmur coming from all the students as the test was being passed out. I would come to find out these tests would be my arch nemesis of my whole second-grade experience. I failed over and over again, I got unbelievably frustrated, and most of all, my little second-grade self’s brain was filled with self-doubt and wondered if I was “stupid” or not. The failure and multiplication tables, and my eventual success showed me that failure does not always mean incompetence, but a lot of the time it is because of a mental limitation I put on myself.