My First Day Of High School

1.Contact with members of the lower castes always reminded him painfully of this physical inadequacy

It was one of the few classes I had a low "C" in. Which for someone whose family is half Asian, is a death sentence. It was a class with one of the more difficult, yet also one of my favorite, teachers in the school. The tests and essay prompts were sometimes on books I found too boring or tedious to read. For example, "Jane Eyre" by Charlotte Bronte, which in an ironic twist I had used for my senior quote, had too much old flowery language for my taste. This made it harder for me to accomplish writing so I would write incredibly slowly and procrastinate, checking various social medias and playing video games to delay the enviable; a laborious task of writing an essay. Finding a good analysis and finding good enough evidence would sometimes be difficult for me as these novels did not seem worth analyzing. These kinds of essays didn't do as well as some of my other ones in different classes because of my resentment towards classical bombastic language. I generally did slightly above average on these writing portions, but it was never enough to raise my grade to that coveted, and what seemed to be impossible

The assignment that I found most interesting was the cruise ship assignment. It was such a unique assignment. I have never done something like that before. It was interesting that we were given little pieces of information over each person. The more information we got about the the more it made a difference in order. It just shows that we cannot judge people by what little we know about them. It is better to get to know someone before placing a label or judgement on them. It is easy to label someone and sometimes I do it unknowingly. This exercise taught me a lot and I enjoyed it very much.

For Honors English, expect more reading and writing. We didn't read a lot of books but we got a ton of time consuming projects along with them that involved a lot of writing. Some of the books we read were Romeo and Juliet (it's lengthy and gets kinda boring), Fahrenheit 451, Anthem, and the Count of Monte Cristo which was our summer reading book. Note make sure

The first point that I have is the strength that I had throughout the year; not failing the class. Mr. McGee’s room of 303 is a very difficult trial indeed, so you need an arsenal to keep up with all the work he throws at you. Believe me, the workload puts even college professors to shame. With an essay being due every week.You have to do all that work it of about 24 weeks. You might have even less time if you are in any extracurricular activities. Don’t fret, you will have the time to do all of that homework. You are only just taking the one class, so it’s not like it’s a big deal. All those annotations that you have to do, don’t get stressed out, they’re a breeze. You have the entire day to do it without any distractions. And let’s be honest, it’s not like you had a life to begin with, but maybe with all of this homework you’ll have the time to make friends. Go out and play some sports. You are capable of reading, writing, and dribbling a ball at the same time, right? No problem, teaching you how will be an easy task, just like the entire class. All jokes aside,

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

Homework is often seen as a useful study tool, however it can cause more problems than solve them.

Being ignorant, I decided to continue my routine of not studying or rereading notes. Going into the second trimester is when I began to notice that I could not ignore the fact that I was plummeting most of my classes. I realized this by receiving my midterm in U.S. history, it was a one hundred multiple choice question test with an essay prompt. I had failed with a fifty five percent. I wondered how it affected my grade and noticed that I was failing two classes and was on the verge of failing two other classes. This is when I realized that it was critical to change my typical efforts of trying to pass classes.

In my 7th-grade history class, I was having trouble with my assignments. At the start of the year, it was all easy for me, but over time, it became difficult. The reason was that I couldn’t understand what’s happening when reading the passage in the textbook. Therefore, I felt that I couldn’t overcome understanding what the tests are saying. I would have just stared at the passages like a hawk during my tests. Eventually, I stopped doing my homework and studying for tests as a result of thinking it was useless to try. At the end of that semester, my grade was a D since I was slacking off. I was truly shocked when I saw my grade because I believed I was going to fail everything.

My teacher, though he quizzed us, never confirmed whether we took those notes and learned or if we’d memorized the answers from a cheatsheet found online. Still he had his faith in us, he put time into helping us and all we had to do was be honest in our efforts. So I read all fortyfive chapters of the textbook, I have a five subject notebook filled to the rims with the notes I took and used torturing as a reinforcement of it all. I used classmates as resources, I did my own work and was transparent in all that I turned in and so I remained

have always been the type of person to learn from my failures, and to try my absolute hardest to improve after them. One of my most memorable failures was with AP U.S. History, which I took Sophomore year. Like many of the other students, I was very laid back coming into class in the fall of 2014. I recall the lecture that our teacher, Mr. Hohenstein, gave us about keeping up with work and studying for tests. He specifically told us that you wouldn’t pass unless you gave your one-hundred percent. Despite all the important details and life lessons in his lecture, I didn’t heed most of his advice. After a few weeks had passed, our first test came around the corner. I thought that I was prepared, due to spending a couple of hours studying the

My heart sank the instant I sat down 7th period and found out we were having a quiz on Algebra 2 concepts the first day. I had not studied much math over the summer and as soon as I got to the final few questions I knew I had made a mistake. It was just like the iconic phrase “it’s all Greek to me” since I had not taken advanced Algebra the year before. I ended up getting a B- on the quiz, which in hindsight wasn’t that bad, but it was not the start I wanted to have my junior year. Throughout the year the class became more and more rigorous. I failed countless times that year. I’d fail quizzes, tests, even retakes of those tests. I did all my homework, kept up with all the assignments, and studied in my room for hours, but nothing worked. Several months into the school year I decided that I couldn't

There I was, a sophomore in high school nervously selecting my classes for the next year. I realized I would not want to be taking an AP english class along with 2 math classes.Now I find I’m in a pinch to find something. I see my friends choosing gym classes or other blow offs, however I wanted to challenge myself. I look through the list feverishly and see a class that stood out, sociology. I had always done well in social studies classes so I figured it would be a good choice. Over the next five months or so I put almost no thought into what the class may bring or even the fact it may end up on my schedule. I had come to realize that I would be in the class at the beginning of the year upon getitng my schedule.

Upon entering this class I was completely at my wits end, I quickly learned that anything I learned in high school English classes could be thrown out the window. From citing your work to writing about the same subject in many ways college courses are different on many levels. They always tell you as a teenager that they have your best interests in mind and that they are preparing you for college or what lies ahead, but, in all honesty? I don't believe anyone really knows what lies ahead or what they should prepare you for. The last couple of weeks I have learned that it is okay to not know what you’re doing in school, work, or life in general sometimes, but never be afraid of the positive and negative feedback. Everything is always said to benefit who you are as a person and to help you continue to grow.

This also taught me that it is acceptable to fail, as long as you focus on succeeding the next time. Demonstrated by my later passing grade, I changed my study habits to focus on getting a better grade, and I got the result I was hoping for. Hard work and determination led me to be able to say that I did it; that I