It's Time To Grow Up In High School

I remember the beginning of sixth grade, just like it was yesterday. Walking through the doors I had my backpack and lunchbox in hand excited to pass all classes with no problem.Unfortanately that thought was just a thought. Over the course of the year I failed tremendously by receiving my very first unsatisfactory grade. Before I have never received anything lower than a “B”, so to see a “C” it was heartbreaking for me. I know most students would love to see a “C” on their report card, satisfied with the feeling of not failing. Every report card I kept getting that same feeling of disappointment of seeing that “C” on my report card.

Being careless about my education, I was not concerned about how my grades would affect me in the future. I was more concerned about going against what my parents were telling me just to make them furious. I always saw myself as an average student so I really did not mind missing school and paying much attention to it. At the time, it did not seem like a big deal to me but realizing what I had done with my education was a mistake. Those bad habits I picked up throughout the years ended up making the rest of my high school career difficult. I made things that were useless seem important. I put those first when in reality they were not that important and I could have simply pushed it away. This is where I was starting to realize that I needed a wakeup call. I needed to set priorities for myself that was going to put my education back on track.

“You haven't done so well with passing classes and that’s an issue, you have a decision to make, you can either stay at lakewood and not graduate on time, or you can move to an alternative school to make up the credits you need.” The words that no high school student want to hear. As a high school student, school was not my best interest. Yes, i can say that i was interested and determined to get done with my high school year and go to college and continue to persuade my dream in either becoming a cosmetologist or become in the culinary fields, but that didn’t go as planned. As the days go by everything becomes a challenge, School work gets harder along with the classes, also understanding everything that you learn even gets harder. Most people

My journey through undergrad was similar to a flight going through a lot of turbulence. I came in knowing what I had to do, make Good grades, shadow doctors, and volunteer/participate in community service. However, there were a lot of trials and tribulations. It was not until after my freshman year when I hit rock bottom academically that my whole world

My first year of college I was devastated because I didn’t pass my math class due to procrastination. Not because the class

A time that I experienced failure was when i failed my Algebra II class for first semester. My biggest error was that I didn’t retake my quizzes that i failed when i had the chance too. The first 3 months i didnt really tried, I would tell myself that I had a lot of time for the semester to end. However, i regretted it when i found out that i only had a few weeks for the semester to end. I stressed out the last weeks, I couldn’t go to sleep in the night. I would keep thinking of my grade and how i was going to fail the class. I knew that colleges were gonna see my grades for this year, my junior year. I really want to go to college, I want to make my parents proud. The last weeks, i did everything that i could. I did all the missing homework, and I tried to

I was used to getting A’s. In fact, it never came that hard for me if I listened a bit and didn’t barrel through my work. As did several others in 5th grade. I mean, doing a quarter-page worth of single-digit multiplication problems doesn’t come all hard to anyone if they’ve been gifted, so why work hard when you can just get 100’s without doing your best? This was sort of my mindset in elementary school. And then middle school happened. (Insert bomb-whistle and explosion here.) I started to struggle to keep my grades above B’s, and I was up until midnight doing my homework sometimes. A megaton-weight was dropped on my shoulders as soon as I moved up, or down, if you will, to middle school. I’m Ethan

My sophomore year at Central High School did not start out the best. I was recovering from an awful grade point average, awful for me at least, I was sitting the bench in a sport that I had lost interest in, and overall I just did not enjoy school anymore. I personally did not see the point in coming to school at all. It took some time, but I finally started to get my grades up, my season had ended for football, and I knew I was not going back. After everything was starting to go my way I started thinking, “What am I going to do next?”

Two months into freshman year in public high school and I was miserable. I was not thriving academically and was required to take remedial classes, even though I knew I was smart enough to take regular classes. I knew that my current environment would not allow me to succeed, so I needed to either change my surroundings or accept failure.

When I first received a C on a math test, I was devastated. Throughout my entire life, I was always an A student and getting a C was unimaginable for me. I was so ashamed of this grade, I felt as if I had failed myself and I was beyond disappointed in myself. Thinking that this one grade was the end of my academic success, I had no more motivation to study harder or work to recover my grade. Thankfully, my mother showed me that getting one bad grade will not be the end of me getting good grades.

I managed to pull myself together for the first two years of high school. My junior year in high school is when I completely let myself and my parents down. I started the year off okay, but by the end of the year I was getting the worst grades that I had ever gotten in my life. For a while I did not care and I was just too distracted by all the emotions that I felt to even think about it. I would look at my grades and kept putting off trying to bring them up.

After that rough day , I started staying after school with some friends and being on top of my work. I tried to revise work and ask for extra credit assignments .it was pretty tough at first because my grades were going up super slow and I was losing hope .I used to think about my future every night and be ashamed because I thought I wouldn't make it anywhere but I didn't give up. All that hard work and effort ended paying off at the end . I I got to pass all my classes ,move on to senior year and most importantly learned my lesson .

I can't remember a worse time then taking a college entrance exam back a few years. My admission into the university actually depended on how well I did on the examination. I had studied and studied for

Only the beginning of junior year, I was afraid to continue the class. I was afraid I was going to flunk out. The class carried on as I sat there day after day with the thought of failing on my mind. However, that only made me even more determined to get a higher grade on the next test. I could not let a bad grade eat me up and demolish my desire to succeed. Later when the second test was passed back, I looked at it, flashed a smile, and flipped through it, noticing only a few minor mistakes. Returning to the front page, I stared at that 92% until the end of class.

My sophomore year was an academic repeat of my freshman year. In other words I didn 't do so good that year either. My mother would lecture on and on about how I shouldn 't let anyone, or any rule dictate how I handle my future. I thought how I 've let down my parents for all their hard work over the years. They went to hell and back just to get my family and I where we are now. My parents sort of pushed me to want more for myself .I knew it wasn’t fair for me just throw away my education like how I was. Once I started to apply myself more in school I figured out that school was, so easy. I started to recognize the potential and what I was capable of. I also realized most of the people in the same classes were like me; they didn’t even care. The teachers knew too, so most of them didn’t care if most of classmates passed or failed.