My Parents Had High Expectations Essay

I was out of place, a quiet girl whose clothing was obviously not fashionable, lucky if she had a bag lunch, and no reason to be confident. I was picked on relentlessly by others who recognized an easy target. My chaotic home life was never conducive to good grades, or school for that matter. No one I knew was a role model and no one volunteered to step up to be one. With no social life and a toxic home life, my grades plummeted before they had a chance to climb.

It was the beginning of my freshman year of high school and everything was smooth until I began my advanced placement class which began out kind of easy ,but then as the work piled on and got harder I just didn't wanna do it anymore. All my other classes I was doing fine getting a's and b`s, which for me I thought was perfectly fine. I made the cheerleading team , I had a cute boyfriend and I had lots of friends. I was happy- well at least I thought I was happy. Around December I began losing a lot of weight from doing cheer and my grades started falling dramatically. My mom decided to take me out of cheer because I lost about 20 pounds so quickly and I didn't have passing grades. I remember getting so mad at her, but looking back it

Once my mom moved out, my brother and I started splitting time between my moms and dads house. This was tough on me particularly. Reason being, I am very close with my dad but am also very close with my mom too. My brother on the other hand was not so fond of my dad. He believed that my dad was too hard on him, had too high of expectations and that he could never satisfy him. My brother started not spending as much time with my dad as he did with my mom. So while my parents

My mother believes that if I do not receive a good score on a test that I did not try hard enough and I did not study or ask for help. What she does not know is that I do in fact try studying the best that I can. She would question why I am doing so poorly with my exams and if it was on purpose. When I do end up getting a good score that satisfies her, she brushes it off and says that I should do better next time. Although her expectations did push me to try harder, it also created an overwhelming pressure. She would say how my grades measure how well I would do for my

A very painful and enduring time in my life was when I was fifteen years old and my father told me that I would never succeed in school or college. Ever since then, I have always felt that I could never be smart enough for college and that I would probably just fail all of my courses that I had planned to study. If it was not for my mom, who highly supports me with going to college, I probably would not be attending college this year. I think having other positive family members has really helped me to overcome my fears of failing my classes in college and that I am smart enough to succeed in college and my life.

Ever since I was young, I had a strong will to learn. I was curious even at a young age, and made it my goal to do the best as I could in every element of my life. From my academics to my extracarriculars, I strove to do my best. I came in the top percentage of my classes every year, and gained good testing scores. My grades were all As, and below that made me feel devistated. At one point, a B on a report card

When I was seven years old, my mother died of a drug overdose and my father went to prison for nine months. I always lived with my grandma and grandpa and they pushed me to excel in everything I did. They pushed me because they knew I began to comprehend that I was living in a drug filled house and community. They wanted more for me. When I was nine years old, my dad also died of a drug overdose. I was devastated. I felt like an orphan and I felt like an outcast. From then on, people in my community had awful opinions about myself, as well as my family. I made a pact that I was going to push past everyone's preconceived expectations for me and be the absolute best version of myself. As the years went on, I started to revolve my life around

If I was not worrying about my mother, I was worrying about how I would pick up my brothers and sister from daycare/school and still be able to make it to work on time. I began to forget my role as a student and struggled to stay active in extracurricular activities. I did not feel like a nineteen year old, instead I felt forced to grow up and handle responsibilities I never even imagined I would have to handle. Despite my best efforts to do well in my courses, I finished the semester with C’s in my remaining classes. This to me was considered

Since I was a child, I have always listened to what my parents have told me to do like a soldier receiving orders from a commander. My mom and dad have worked long hours at their job and I love them for always caring and looking after me. But as I got older, I began to develop a mind of my own. In middle school, my parents would forbid me from watching more than an hour of television or they would refuse to let me hang out with my friends more often. It vexed me that they could not be more like other parents who let their kids do whatever they want. Next thing I know, my parents and I would always argue about everything I do. I refuse to do my chores and would constantly pick a fight with my siblings. Slowly, it got to the point that I would

I never had a father to tell me right from wrong also it caused me to be blind to education. If you know better you do better but in my case I didn’t learn this concept until age eighteen. I went to school at Oxford and transferred to Lafayette so the transition made it easier for me to get into another group or crowd that was no good. As time went by I started to realize how much I was depriving myself from an education. I had a single mom that did her best raising three boys, but sometimes you don’t always live the life you wish you could have. In my life I have learned from a single mom that are no excuses or complains when it comes to family. My mom is the root of growth she is the queen to my kingdom here on earth. I am not perfect I have dealt with many struggles in my life time and because of the struggles I have learned more than I should have for my

The next day of school, I felt a bit better. I realized the parents about the situation is better than hiding it from them. When I got my test scores back, I didn't flunk it, instead I got a B. I thought,”Having a B is better than having an F but, I should show my work next time, I'm still not satisfied. I will for sure work harder.” That day, I learned my lesson, my worry wasn't my parents, it was me for being scared and not working hard which I will improve as I go through 7th

When you have an absent father, and a mother who is too busy trying to find where the next meal will come from, there seems to be no purpose for excelling in school. This was my mentality all the way into high school. Even so,during my freshmen year my concentration shifted solely to taking care of my mother. I will never forget sitting in the podiatrist office and receiving the news that both of her feet were collapsing. It was as if the entire world stopped and all colors had faded. To know, that I would have to carry the burden my mother held on her shoulders for so long, made me sick to my stomach. However, I had no time to grieve. With my father completely out of the picture, I had to take hold of the reigns.While this is no excuse, this is why my freshman year grades are far from

Today at school I received my mid year report card I got mostly C’s and B’s, I was way too scared to let my parents see it. To my parents, that is terrible, they believe unless you get A+’s you’re a failure. Last time I got a report card I got straight B’s and my parent’s hurt me, they bullied me for days on end, I was proud of myself for getting them marks but they called me stupid, an underachiever and of course an idiot. I came home from school today and my palms were dripping with sweat while anxiety was flowing through me. I handed my parents the report card their eyes staring at my card with anger, you could pretty much see smoke flying out their ears they were furious. “YOU IDIOT!!”, “YOU’RE SUCH AN UNDERACHIEVER!!”, “YOU’RE A DISAPPOINTMENT!!”

The Bluest Eye is a novel written by Toni Morrison that reveals many lessons and conflicts between young and adult characters of color. The setting takes place during the 1940s in Lorain, Ohio. The dominant speaker of this book is a nine year old girl named Claudia MacTeer who gets to know many of her neighbors. As a result of this, Claudia learns numerous lessons from her experience with the citizens of Lorain. Besides Claudia, The Bluest Eye is also told through many characters for readers to understand the connection between each of the adults and children. Many parents in the novel like Geraldine and Pauline Breedlove clearly show readers how adults change their own children. Furthermore, other adult characters like Cholly Breedlove

Starting from my first days of life, my parents did everything to please me; additionally, they always tried to do their best to develop my literacy skills and help me to become smarter. I always loved learning and each time when they made up some game or a new interaction, it was great fun to play. I had no idea that learning could be challenging because each task that they offered was easy to accomplish and absolutely doable for me. I grew up knowing that there was no process more exciting than learning. Besides, at the back of my mind, I was convinced that every new thing I learned was changing me for better. When I became a schoolboy, my parents were pleased whenever my grades were excellent. I wanted them to feel pleased and happy all the time. At the beginning, I strived to get an A to deserve some reward; for instance, getting some ice cream seemed to be a sufficient motivation for me to learn a long text or do loads of assignments. However, later on, I started getting delighted just because when I managed to learn something new, my knowledge made me