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My freshman year everyone had branched off from me and I was pretty much a loner. I didn’t belong to any sports group, academic club, or extra afterschool curricular. It was just me, myself, and I. on day in English class, with Mrs. Nelson we were all given projects which consisted of various assignments on the topic of The Great Gatsby.” While Mrs. Nelson handed out assignments, fairly easy grades right? So wrong. When Mrs. Nelson handed me my assignment, I wanted to die (not literally). For the assignment I had to write a song based on something from the book. After class I asked her why I was given the assignment and if I was able to change it, what she told me gave me the confidence to complete the project and get that

I wish I could place the blame on having unfavorable English teachers like I’ve frequently heard others have the misfortune of facing, although this was never the case. There is no one person or situation that I can claim is responsible for my constant, creeping feelings of inadequacy and I have no knowledge of why I started placing such extreme amounts of pressure on myself. All I know is that it soon seeped into other areas of my life. It was no longer just English in which I strived for perfection, but every subject, every task- inside and outside of school. Almost like everything in my life would be graded and the only grade I would accept is that A, always an A. This obsession, ironically, more often leads to my failure.

From the time I was in about fourth or fifth grade I began to dislike certain subjects in school. I loathed everything about writing assignments. I didn’t write at home before that the thought of writing for myself never really occurred to me. I hated the deadlines the length requirements and I just tried to get them done and had no intention of writing well because I told myself I was a bad writer. I have never really known whether or not I truly am a bad writer. I continued these habits of just writing something down to get a decent grade all throughout school. I usually got an okay grade because I followed the prompt closely and did the minimum amount of work for the paper. I didn’t start the assignments until either the night before it was due. As I got older I would type the paper on my phone in school that day then print it off in the library moments before class. I continued writing in that awful ritual of complacency until the end of 11th grade. We had to write a paper on The Great Gatsby a book that I never read. I read couple of notes on the internet and then wrote the paper and never reread it or edited it all. I did my usual routine and followed the prompt and turned my paper in. When I got my paper back I was shocked to find out I didn’t get even a half decent grade I was given a zero. I went to my teacher after class to speak with him about the grade and he told me I got the grade that I deserved. He said I was lazy and never tried to truly work in

As a student, I have an obligation to do my work with integrity and to make sure my hard work and effort is displayed throughout everything I do. However, despite my efforts the grade that I received for my AP Environmental class does not portray me to be an exceptional student.

My senior year AP English teacher is well known throughout the school for being the hardest grading teacher there is. An argumentative research paper comprises a significant part of our grade. Although he assigned us the research paper at the beginning of the year, most people procrastinated until it was due in two weeks. I along with handful of people had finished and turned it in two weeks before the due date. My teacher quickly reviewed my essay and said to the class that I had written a good paper. This prompted a wake-up call for the whole entire class. Word spread, and I found myself surrounded by many people who desperately needed my help.

I’m definitely not the best student in the world, but I sure am one of the hardest working students I know. It was very easy to find me because I was always either at work, school, home, taking care of my grandma, or babysitting. I definitely had my head screwed on tight. I do believe that because I was/am taking care of so many people and trying to help my parents out financially, my grades have slipped quicker than I anticipated. I took on two study halls my junior year, and am taking on two study halls my senior year also. This definitely dropped my grade point average but I don’t regret it. I spend my study halls tutoring the students at my school. I specifically tutor for the Writing center and when I’m not tutoring for that, I’m helping

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

My first semester of my senior year, I was enrolled in multiple online college classes. One of the classes I was enrolled in was Mythology. Being that it was a college level course, it was challenging and thought provoking, but I enjoyed broadening my education with a new interesting subject. I accepted the challenges of the class and completed the assignments to the best of my ability. As the semester was beginning to come to completion, I had an advanced grade, and began to diligently complete my final assignment, which was 20% of my grade. As I perfected my assignment, I was very confident in my final product. I followed the correct protocol and submitted my assignment with confidence and certainty of a proficient grade. To my dismay, when

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.

You would think the day I got my acceptance letter to the University of Maryland would have been one of the happiest days of my life, but it was one filled with anxiety. While my parents were over the moon that their daughter was accepted into such a prestigious school like the University of Maryland, I was calculating the cost of tuition, room and board, books. Sure, I was accepted into the University but it doesn't mean we actually had the money to go, so my acceptance letter was painfully tantalizing because it wasn’t a definite “yes” it was a “yes if you can pay $26,000.” Despite my 3.5, despite being involved in almost every aspect of high school— from holding JROTC and SGA leadership roles to being an editor on the Newspaper and making

Throughout middle school, I worked hard to earn a respectful reputation and to complete my all my assignments. I was extremely dedicated to my work so everything was relatively easy. I would humbly assist my peers when they needed help in Honors algebra or geometry. My fellow students and my teachers all expressed gratitude toward me, a feeling that I've grown quite fond of. Eventually, the high school I was attending sent counselors and other representatives to describe the courses they offered. During their visit, they emphasized how high school was much more challenging than middle school and how we shouldn't take too many advanced placement classes. Foolish as it may be, I scoffed and ignored their warning. Given how hard I worked in the past since I first entered middle school, I figured the classes could be easily handled because I had enough time

I haven’t done much work in my high school career that I’m proud of. However, there are a few assignments that I’m happy to have submitted, Although some haven’t received the grades that I thought they deserved, nor did they reflect the work that I put into them, I am proud of them. Firstly, I’d like to say that high school really hasn’t been a priority for me, until last year, where I had to break all my bad habits and create brand new ones. So the fact that I even turned in any assignments my Freshmen and Sophomore years, is nothing short of a

Recently, I submitted a work of writing that I had been working on and that I found very sufficient. I was proud of my piece of art and I believed that it would receive high marks as I am accustomed to. However, PaperRater's insufficient system rated me as being equivalent or more adept than only 2% of fellow students entering high school. I contest with this rating profusely. All throughout elementary and middle school, I have received honorary grades in my Language Arts classes and have scored extremely highly in reading comprehension, literary analysis, and

Not being perfect is okay! I’m not flawless and making mistakes is normal in my academic life. Since elementary school, I’ve received many academic awards. Year after year, I was awarded highest in math as well as reading. In the 5th grade, as I signed up for my classes for the upcoming year, I decided not to take the excelled courses, instead just the average ones, which resulted in one of the biggest mistakes. The entire 6th grade, I didn’t absorb any new skills. The people that I had been grouped with didn’t maintain the same academic mindset I had. Surpassed each class with ease was effortless. Into the 7th grade, I took the excelled classes. I was unaware what to expect, unlike my peers who dealt with it in the previous year. At the beginning of the year, I was doing fine, finishing work, and participating in class. On the exams, my results were suitable, except in Life Science. Science was never my “strong suit” even

With almost four years behind me, I look back now and I only thing I can think about is how much I’ve changed. And I’m not like some students who are going to reflect on how horribly they did freshman and sophomore year because that’s not me. Every year I’ve tried to hardest to prove everyone wrong to prove myself wrong because I doubted myself every single day, I felt as if I wasn’t good enough for anything. Today I am a well organized student who now understands that they are just as good as any. Yes, I am one to talk up a storm but I am still fixed on getting my work done whether it's on time or late. Some reading this may have stopped and reread the last sentence and questioned late? I am not going to say I am a perfect student because I’m not, far from it. But, at the least I know I put every last effort in me into everything I do. Whether it’s rewriting my essay’s or rereading chapters for history if I didn’t fully understand them. I’ve come to realize that if it isn’t your best then there is no point in turning it in. I can also be quite productive when I need to be, hence when I need to be. Meaning I can tell the difference from a time to joke and play and a time when I should be focused and on task. I often do catch myself thinking about things that have nothing to do with the material which is being taught but I think that is good sometimes to get away from everything and let your mind think what it wants to think. One thing I’ve noticed about myself is that I know