Growing Up In Elementary School

The descendants of foreign individuals in the U.S can portray the contrast mentioned earlier. Since the U.S is their home country and also the country in which they’ll develop their tool, their first language should be English. This, however, doesn’t keep the parents from trying to teach both of the languages they speak: a non-native English and the

Throughout middle school, I've had many different experiences, talked to people and dealt with problems from students, to teachers, to the other staff members of our school. I couldn’t help but notice some things about these three years about grades, my learning styles, relationships, myself, different activities, and my hopes for the future.

For a long time, I've been struggling with my grades and keeping up with my school work. In middle school, I had a lot of low grades and did not truly seem to care. My mom decided to assign me to a tutor every week to help bring my grades up, until halfway through my freshman year when I stopped due to the fact I didn't need the tutoring anymore. I was told that I was doing well enough that I could handle it on my own, which motivated me to start working diligently on my own. I was an average student at that point, I had mostly A's and B's with a C or two, but I hoped to prove that I could do more. I had to find a new way of dealing with my study and learning habits in order to efficiently work hard and achieve the grades I desired. My goal

My middle school experience has been like a rollercoaster, full of ups and down and sharp twist and turns that either make me scream in excitement or cry in fear, and in the end, it went by too quickly making me question whether I want to experience it all over again or leave and never turn back. No matter how I feel about it, middle school has shaped who I am today. Since the beginning of 6th grade till now, the end of 8th grade, I’ve changed a lot. I’m not just walking able gaining weight and growing a few inches; I’m talking about what I discovered. The last 3 years has taught me many lessons and helped me grow emotionally and changed my view of the world, the people around me and myself.

My grandfather came to America from Portugal when he was 30 years old. Beside him stood my grandmother and their three year old son. Moving to a new country across the world and learning their language is, in my opinion, the most difficult thing a family could possibly do. English is the undeclared national language of America, and unfortunately my grandfather never learned to speak it fluently.

My mother and father are native Spanish speakers; they came to America when they were in there 20s. My father learned English better than my mom because he worked in hotel resorts and restaurants as a server so

Up until seventh grade I loved school. I made A’s and B’s, had good friends, and actually enjoyed being there. All of this changed for me when I entered middle school where multiple schools from the area merged together to form seventh and eighth grade. Since I had done so well the prior year I had been placed in accelerated classes with kids I had never met before and boy would I be sorry. It turned out that I did not have the right clothes, a pretty enough face, nor did my parents have the money that it took to be cool that year and I was bullied. I had girls that would walk behind me and say “Paula, you’re ugly and stupid too” every day and for me I could not brush it off. Every day of having to get up and face these girls became harder

Throughout middle school and the beginning of high school I faced many challenges with my grades. These challenges made me grow and help shape who I am today. In my early teenage years I would view my school work not important. My perspective on priorities were all wrong. As I became older and matured I realized that. I realized school is the most important thing because my future depends on how I do. I realized if I want to go to a good college and have a successful career I have to work hard in school to get there. As high school went by my grades got better and I saw a better version of myself. My grades went from C’s and D’s to A’s and B’s in all my classes. I began to be attentive in class, and be productive and take notes. I did my school

During my time at Junior High i’ve always had things come so easy to me, and I loved it. I would get decent grades without having to study for the tests, the homework was straightforward, and the teachers loved me. Being the average know-it-all child I was, I thought this would’ve carried out into high school. I spent my freshman year struggling because I didn’t quite understand that yet. It wasn’t until my second semester of sophomore year I finally made a change, and it showed a considerable amount. I kept the ambition up throughout my junior year, received a job as a CNA, and stayed busy managing wrestling.

Throughout the time I was in middle school I lacked support from both my parents. I didn’t have anyone to push me to try and receive good grades and both my parents cared very little whether I passed my classes. Lacking parental guidance, I received poor and failing grades throughout all of middle school. I created a poor working habit and had the mindset that school was not for me. It wasn’t until the end of my 8th grade year that I realized that the grades I received could ultimately shape my future. By then I was far behind from other students who had received good grades all of middle school. At the start of high school I was placed into regular ed classes and put in elective classes just to fill up my schedule. These classes put me

Growing up in a predominate white town served a huge challenge for me growing up. Yes, my mother has as much diversity as a blank sheet of paper and my dad is black, but even though I am biracial I have never felt too deeply connected with either side growing up.

Throughout school, I was bullied and made fun of by mostly everyone. It was very hard for me growing up, because I was bigger than most. I was called mean and hateful names and I hated it. Through elementary school I didn’t let the words hurt me as much, but in middle school it got really bad really fast. During that time I was going through some struggles with my father, because he wasn’t there for me and when he was, he was mentally, physically, and verbally abusive. He made me feel worst then any bully could have ever made me feel because it was coming from someone who was supposed to love me. It was hard for me to listen to my father degrade me, call me names, and hit me for no reason. So, when I got to school, I was always in a

Growing up and going through grade school, my parent's were never to strict about grades. I guess they just expect that my brother and I do well. My brother always did so well, and I did decent in all classes expect for math. Math and I did not get along so well, I tried and tired to understand but for some reason just wasn't able to grasp the concept of it. I struggled with math all through grade school, I asked for help and was even given a tutor, it didn't help. In high school I failed out of the basic math everyone was taking, and had to be put into a technical math class. I was so embarrassed to be in there, and sadly I struggled in there as well. I never remember my teacher asking if I needed help or understood what we were doing, after

I wasn’t sure why it was happening, it was one of those things where it hit me before I even knew it. I was enrolled in enrichment math (advanced) in sixth and seventh grade, and the next thing I know everything was falling apart. This was easily the biggest question in my academic life and still is. Maybe it had to do with all the problems within my family, but every time I think that's the reason, I don’t want to feel like I’m just saying it as an excuse for doing poorly. I learned that it’s better to be a person that accepts if something is good or bad rather than trying to avoid the question in order to build yourself as you

I arrived to The United States when I was eight years old. I quickly learned English and practiced my language skills with pupils at school. My mother on the other hand was adamant about mastering the English language. She had lived in Peru for forty years and insisted the only language she would ever need was Spanish. I thought it was peculiar because this was coming from the woman who had taught me at a young age that learning any kind of information or concept, no matter how miniscule; is better than staying ignorant on that particular subject.