My First Day In 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.

The fourth grade was a very traumatic year for me. My only sister went to middle school, my mom who always was at home across the street from school got a job, and I didn’t know one person in my class. For the first time in my life I was on my own and I was frightened even by the idea of it. During that year my grades dropped and I wasn’t social with my classmates. I started to fail in my favorite class, math. The work became pointless to me and I started to neglect my work. One day, after I failed another one of those math tests, my teacher asked to talk to me after class. Due to the already annoying grade I had received, my teacher punished me with a detention. Confusion and frustration flooded my body and I just wanted to give up. But,

Several times I went to math class with my work incomplete and being unprepared for my academics, at that point I didn't even care. I was not busy the night before studying test or doing extra school activities I was sitting on the couch watching tv not doing my homework. I had the time for school, and I just wasted it. It got to the point where I was always failing at least one class, and all my grades were terrible. Everyone tried to help me get back on my feet and turn my education around, but I just didn't listen or put in the effort. I honestly didn't know what to do, and I was just lost. My laziness and fear of being a failure consumed

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

The work that was given me to make up and get extra credit on was harder than what I got in private school and I didn’t understand anything. At the time, I was too scared to ask my teacher for help and my parents didn’t know how to help. Then, my parents got me a tutor to help improve my grades. With the help of the extra credit, and the help of the tutors, I was able to pass the classes that I was failing, with a C. That’s when something clicked in my brain and I slowly go healthier and I was able to focus on

Living in Small town located in the Central Valley in state of California. I began my freshman year in 2012 at the Avenal High School. My first day of class and everything seemed to be new for a fourteen years old teenager with big expectations about his future education .Dealing with new people and teachers that I did not back time, I go used to them. Attending to school seemed to be easy when it is not, but also it is not hard if you have determination and discipline. I can tell that I have not fallen my none of classes. There was moment when I got lower grade because I have not been paying attention to the lessons that the teacher was teaching to the class. The mistake of getting lower grade did not make a weak student. I learned to

In 7th grade I was unfocused, unprepared, and childish. I didn’t know my grades would have an impact on my high school career. I thought everything that happened in middle school stayed in middle school so I focused on useless drama. I used to blame my C’s on bad teaching but now I realize I have no one else to blame but myself. I was the one coming to school unprepared to work not my teachers. Now I know all of my grades count. I have blossomed into a person I am proud of. This year I’ve made it my mission to actually pass not just get by. I now sit promptly in the front of the class and take notes. I focus on test scores and grades not drama that’s not even going to matter next week. I now know what’s important and what I should just leave

Three years later, I came across the same obstacle, except this time I was much older and felt that this was going to affect me more than the last time. My third-grade teacher, Mrs.Ashworth, told my parents that the reason she wanted to hold me back in third grade was because she thought I needed to work on my reading. I had low scores and poor reading skills, it was more than likely that I would fail the subject. Much like before, I was given the opportunity to improve and recuperate my grade. This time it wasn’t just the support of my parents that pushed me, but the effort I made to demonstrate that it was not necessary for me to stay behind. After practicing and practicing,

Moving up a grade, there is more expected of you. My 7th grade year in English class once, there was a class discussion about the story that we had to read the night before. So while discussing the story, the teacher asked us to describe what the character in the story was feeling. She called on many different people and the answers they had me lost for words. I was very confused. It put me in a bad place in my mind. With me being the reason why I was lost made me feel even worse. There was a feeling that came over me, and it’s a feeling that I’ll never forget. I felt like I didn’t belong, like I was no longer intelligent. My self-esteem dropped over that one moment. I never wanted to ask for help because I felt like I was supposed to

In the beginning of the semester when I was in Reading 80, I was overconfident about my own skills so I didn’t pay much attention to the instructor. I was also ashamed to tell my friends that I had this class so on my way to class I would take detours to the classroom jsut so they won’t know what class I had. I was miserable every time I was in this class. I had a hard time reading and I never understood anything. Every time I would duck into class quickly and pray that the teacher doesn’t pick on me to answer questions from our reading assignment. I was even more embarrassed because it was starting to seem like I do need this class, but I was still denying it. Sometimes to bypass the time I would doodle and procasanite instead of reading. I should have not done that. I was slowly falling behind, but I never talk to the instructor about it. She tried to help me many times but I never use my whole heart to try and listen to her. I acted as if she was a tiger and if I approached her I was going to get bit or something or she probably doesn’t care about me. One day during class

Almost every day after school I would return to my Chemistry classroom where my amazingly patient and understanding teacher would help me with the material we were learning in class. At first, this experience negatively impacted my life. Entering the class I would feel defeated. I wasn’t confident enough to participate in class discussions; I felt like I was disappointing my dad because he didn’t understand why I was having such difficulties in this specific class; I felt like I would never be good at science even though prior to this class I thought I might even major in a science based

I tried to accept not being able to meet teachers’ expectations that they hold over the other students. Therefore, I was always at the minimum of two grade levels behind every other child from kindergarten to 7th grade. In short, the teachers made a significant effort to improve my reading ability. The teachers of my elementary school pushed me in hopes of making me an average student. Resource classes daily, taking me out of not extremely needed classes, such as typing. Currently, as a high school student, I’m that girl who’s slow, always having to stare at her hands when writing a paper. Subsequently, middle school came around, I was terrified of what opinion people would have if they knew that I was in a separate class with students who

I was a third grader when I was enrolled into school, although I was fascinated with the idea of being able to attend school my heart race against the hours every time I am there. Being an English learner, I felt alienated by my classmates every time it was recess or lunch. As I was sitting in a corner under the shade, I was listening to people laughed and giggled with each other made me wish that I was them. Unfortunately, I could barely memorize my alphabets and numbers. I was enrolled in the English learner program, I had no idea what I was doing in class besides looking at my classmates digging for the textbook that I recognize by looking at the cover.

I missed the first two weeks of school because I was out of state with my family because we hadn’t known when school was starting, since they changed the starting date, until after we had planned and bought the plane tickets. This was a terrible idea because I was extremely behind and I had to fight with any of my teachers just to get them to give me the work. I had to drop at least one of my classes because I was very behind and was unable to catch up with the rest of the class. I struggled all throughout junior year. I was dealing with bullying from people I used to call friends. This started the end of first semester and went on through the end of the year. I was also very ill multiple times throughout the year causing me to miss more school. I had repeated throat infections that I eventually had to have surgery to overcome. All of this combined had a big impact on my grades. I struggled the most in this

A time when I faced with a difficult situation was in 8th grade with my grades. In 8th grade I had troubles with math class and english. Before transferring to 8th grade from 7th grade, I thought it would be "easy" to achieve perfect grades just like 7th grade. Math class was hard for me because I didn't understand the concepts such as square roots and slope and I got poor scores (grade) on my assessments. For english, the teacher was really hard on me and her expectations of writing essays and papers was different from what I was used to. My grades in the two classes really impacted my grades in 8th grade and kept me away from achieving my goal (to earn a 4.00). I handle this situation by going to tutoring during recess/lunch every week to