Monet Daniel Normore Biography

Physics is my new found passion; however, I realized this very late in my high school career. I recently finished my first physics class, AP Physics 1, and found that I loved the subject. The inclusion of advanced mathematics and science intrigued me and lead to my search for other ways to involve myself in the field. Although my grade in the class may suggest that everything went smoothly--it did not. I experienced my first failing grade in

I was raised in Nacogdoches, Texas, which is known for its small-town atmosphere and Stephen F. Austin State University. Due to being a small town, Nacogdoches lacked advanced placement courses; therefore, most my time was spent in non-challenging course work. When I attended SFA as a dual-credit student I experienced a minor shock, SFA was a step up from Nacogdoches High School; however, I quickly adapted and worked harder to maintain the pace of my peers. When I finally got accepted to Texas A&M University I again faced the same academic obstacle, and experienced major setbacks and failures. After my first semester of college I received a 2.7 gpa and received my first C in a class. Feelings of defeat and confusion overcame me—my goals of attending medical school appeared to diminish before my eyes. I questioned my work ethic and intelligence. Despite the feelings of failure, I never let myself fall into despair, and I moved forward. Every semester following my first semester at A&M I improved over time; however, the in the Spring 2016 I finally overcame my academic hurdle and made my best grades to date. It has taken time to develop qualitative techniques to retain information for difficult science

I admit, I had a very challenging time last semester, and as a result my grades suffered. I don’t mean to make excuses for my poor performance in school but I would like to explain my circumstance. During my second semester of college I treated my classes like I did in high school thinking I could coast by and pass my classes, but when I noticed how poorly I was doing in class everything was already headed downhill. I started the second

Even as my older brothers were failing their classes and disrespecting my parents, I continued to set and achieve my goals while still being a pillar for my family. Even though I didn't have the same opportunities as my peers, I still enrolled and excelled at some of the hardest courses throughout middle school and high school. Even though we have introduced and gave home to two younger boys to our family and have shifted the balance once again, I still managed to maintain an aire of normalcy and maintain my grades. Even with three older siblings who have barely passed high school and one who didn’t finish at all, I am still going to be the first go to college and I do have lofty ambitions which I do plan to accomplish. Even though nobody could probably fathom or understand what I’ve been through, what I’ve seen, what I’ve felt, I am determined to not let that hinder me, and to make a future for myself without

I landed my first job at the age of 15, the same year I passed the Accuplacer Placement test and enrolled at Edmonds Community College as a full-time Running Start student. I am the youngest of five children and although my parents needed the financial help, getting a job and education at such a young age was ultimately my choice. Aside from growing up with four older brothers, my parents put me into the school system one year early. As the youngest at school and home, I grew an insatiable need to prove myself. I chose to work hard early in life because I wasn’t going to let my circumstance define me.

Sure enough, after all my preparations and studying, I did not manage to get into the Science and Tech program. I may of let my family's hope down, even myself down. However, I knew that a school may not matter, it's how I bounce back and prove that even though I didn't get in the program, it wouldn't limit me to what I could accomplish. I used this failure as a strive for success. Taking classes and not just meeting the average but to excel in that class was important to accomplish my dream of going to college and becoming an engineer. Attending Laurel High School was an experience I will never felt. I wanted to take my failure and turn it into a success, taking the most interesting and challenging classes I can. Instead of just trying to pass a

My Freshman year of college, I was a mechanical engineering student at the George Washington University. It was there that I learned how difficult school could really be. My past schooling experience had not prepared me for this extremely rigorous program. As one of my requirements for the program was a social science, I had registered for a history course my first semester. Unknowingly, I had registered for a third-year history class, clearly not the correct class for a freshman engineering student. I went on to struggle with the amount of work that was assigned for the course including an 18 page research paper. This course, on top of the difficult engineering curricula was extremely challenging. At this point, I also realized that although

See growing up in a large family like mines education was very important. Despite we didn’t have many to graduate from college put a lot of pressure on me. See my grandparents didn’t go to high school or college. So, they were real hard on their kids about go to school and graduate. So, made my parents hard on my brother and me about our education. My brother and me will be the first in our large family to graduate from college. My mom was real hard on me because she didn’t want me to go to in be like her. She had

After living in three different foster care homes in the middle of South Dallas, I was adopted into a low income household. My adopted parents drilled in me the importance of having a college degree, father a middle school drop-out and mother just a high school graduate. I became the first-generation college graduate in 2014, just to show my siblings that your background does not predict the level of education you can receive. My mother taught me that repetitive style of learning in a simplified form was best in my early ages of school. Growing up with a learning disability, I was behind other students that was five years old; since I did not start talking until I was five. My parents were patience with me when it came to my education, making

When I was in eighth grade, I wanted to attend Northwestern University to follow in my band directors footsteps and study Music Education. Unfortunately, I encountered a number of problems freshman year. Due to these problems, I quit band, and did not see college as an attainable option so I gave up on going to college. During my Junior year, I realized that college was an something I wanted to do so I decided to do whatever it took to be ready by graduation. During my junior year, I went on a college visit to UW-Oshkosh. However, the campus didn’t impress me and I became discouraged about post high school education. Everything changed when I attended Northwestern University on a college a at the beginning of the school year. Originally,

For my first hour, I took an honors course in biology and my teacher, Mrs. Caldwell taught with an iron fist and she would not allow for any excuses. During Freshman year, my high confidence prompted me to push her aside. This was pivotal sd she constantly pushed me to work as hard as possible, nag about my mistakes as much as she could, remind me of my terrible grade in her class on a near daily basis, and call on me to answer as much as possible. As a result of my experience in her course, I felt depressed, my ego was crushed, and my grades started to flounder to a 2.7 gpa during my first semester of school. Still, failure leads to success and I developed the blueprints for success.

I returned by a blessing my spring quarter and with my back to the wall I answered myself that I will pass no matter what. I challenged myself and took a look at; for the help I needed. Which I found with Peggy Rose, who set me on a path to success. Which I started taking that quarter with passing all my classes and having a 2.33 GPA. I continued this path in the summer by taking summer courses for I can acquire the remainder of credits I need for the pacing. I know that I’m not finished and will need to not only bring up my GPA, but prepare to declare for my major, and pass writing. There are several tasks that need to be done, I came into UCSC, with how my mom says, “Scratched” mentally and physically. I cannot say to myself oh, I'm not college material. I’m college material that is why this university has accepted me in the first place, they noticed something in my work that seems University of California, Santa Cruz material. I’m here to achieve my dream as a Biology major and to be a pediatrician and nothing will take that away from

We’re all taking this same class, but we all have different stories. My story is one with a interesting beginning. I was born on October 7th, 1999. I was suppose to be due in January 2000, but I came four months early. I weighed only one pound and nine ounces. My lungs were undeveloped and I had a weakened immune system. I was so tiny that I could fit into doll clothes and people could hold me in the palm of their hand. They called me the “Miracle Baby”. The doctors didn’t believe I was going to live, and if I did, I’d always behind my peers in academics. I caught up to my peers in academics by the time I was in Kindergarten.

(Math d-117) the first 8 weeks. Nevertheless, I started going to my professor's office hours but I just did not find it helpful because I could not understand him. I knew that I should not have taken this course yet if my first semester finite did not turn out well. It was hard to build knowledge off of a broken foundation. I needed the previous knowledge of the first semester to succeed in the spring semester finite. After unsuccessful sessions at my professor's office hours, I reached out to my fellow classmates. Finally, I gathered a small finite study group that would meet sometimes on the weekends to study for exams. My grades started to finally look up and I was becoming proud of my progress in the course. Unfortunately, after I took my first exam, my grade started to slowly decline because I would never have enough time to finish my exams or I would overthink the questions. I usually get nervous in large groups in crammed rooms taking tests so this was no surprise. Consequently, this led to low test scores and spiraled into depression. I started to feel like college was not for me because I could not get through the basic classes so how was I going to succeed in more challenging courses? This question replayed in my head and I felt defeated as the semester ended. I did not know what I should do or if this biology major was for me. I had a breakdown once I received my semester grades because they were not up to my expectations and I did not know what I should do. I tried to change some

It was registration day at Greenfield-Central High School and my counselor was getting impatient. “Even though you’re an exchange student, you still need a Math class”, she said in annoyance. After two hours debating, I gave up and she put me in Pre-Calculus, a class that “would be perfect for me because of my records”. Although I agreed with her, I felt like my world was collapsing: a high-level Math class in a foreign language was the last thing I wanted to have as my American high school experience. The only thoughts in my mind were how horribly I would fail the class, and how much humiliation I would take this year.