My Reasoning For Having A Horrible Grade

When classes first began in August, Professor Birnbaum informed our class about the four essays in which we would write throughout the course and be graded on strictly. In addition, we would also get into small groups weekly to gather ideas and improve our paper. Nevertheless, the first essay began. We were told as a class to write an essay on a personal experience in which meant greatly to us, so I wrote about a speech I gave in front of 700 people. I spent less than three days working on the essay with only one revision. In result, I received an outstanding grade of a 93, boosting my confidence in Professor Birnbaum’s class greatly. She commented on the paper that I needed to work on my verb tense, sentence structure, and mechanics that distract readers through the paper. In addition, she also let the entire class know that she would not be lenient in the next three papers and

I think my grade was pretty reasonable, because there were a few silly and critical errors I made when writing my paper. One of those silly mistakes was not using the website Paper Rater to check my grammar. I typed too fast and didn’t do a good job finding or inserting correct words. Another error I made was not making sure my sentence flowed smoothly in the same tense. Some of my sentences were very vague in my writing. As a result of this; next time I’ll try to improve my word choice and never use the word Things.

A few months into this program, I fell flat on my face. I had been doing well juggling the ever-growing list of assignments, until we were assigned Lab Report #1. The science concepts went over my head, resulting in false information as well as a poorly written, list-like paper with many mechanical errors and no flow. Once I received the rubric in my mailbox, I was completely devastated and disappointed in myself, this was the first time I failed. In that moment, I decided to rebound from this and not let it define my year, so I met with Mr. Mercurio and rewrote it, most of it from scratch. Recently, my rewrite appeared in my mailbox, and on it, Mr. Mercurio said, “This is a drastically improved version of your Lab Report.” Still, it

So far i'm doing good behavior wise.I know i'm doing really good with paying attention.Im not doing so well with my presentations because i'm focusing on detail and not the work and because of that i'm not doing so well,and some of the organizers i'm struggling on like the zeppelins worksheet.I understand the zeppelins article,but I dont understand the worksheet.What im not getting is what the worksheet is asking.I asked the teacher but it is still confusing to me, so I asked what i can do instead of the worksheet and she said an essay so I did an essay so that i would still get my grade.

It’s ENC 1101, Not knowing what to expect I entered the room with absolute fear, after all it was my first year of college. Although I’ve never been quite fond of English in the past, I’ve always excelled in the subject. I had yet to work for my grade and no English course I had taken proved to be a challenge through my eyes. I am a huge procrastinator, if not one of the biggest when it comes to assignments. I most likely wrote papers the night before or the day of and still managed to average an “A” on all of them. This bad habit led me to believe that I was cheating myself. Throughout my scholastic years I always had the mentality of asking “what could this class possibly teach me that I didn’t already know?” I believed that my writing

The science test you’ve been dreading has finally come to haunt you. You walk in, and the teacher routinely reminds you of the weight of the test on your grade, 80%. The teacher hands out the test and you blankly stare at the questions that can either build up, or destroy your grade. Unconformities?! What are they? Scrolling through the pages, you finally find some questions you know. The teacher announces that there are only 5 minutes left before you must turn your answers in. In a hurry, you halfheartedly guess most of the test, hoping that you get lucky. Days pass, and you receive your final grade for the test. Next to your score you see an F in bright red. Frantically, you race to the computers to check your overall grade. You log on only to see a perfectly stable B+ plummet down to a D. On the bus home, you are tense, assured that your parents have seen the obvious drop. Walking through the door, your mom asks “How’d the test go?” Stammering, you reply with “Er--well that's a long story”. Confused she asks for the test, and you wearily hand it over. You immediately see the disappointment in your mom’s face as she flips throughout the pages. Your punishment was groundation, and after your mom lectures you, she walks out. You think for a while, and realize that you could’ve prevented all of this if you simply studied instead of playing that game for longer.

I really try my hardest in school to get the knowledge that I need to prepare me for college and for my future life after college. There are times in school that I really don't like the teacher that I have and would think that they might give me a bad grade just because they don't like me. Then after a couple days when I am on top of my class my attitude towards the teacher changes and so does my grade but don't worry it changes in a good way. There were times where my grade went down quite a bit because i got sick really bad. Even though I was sick I still tried to go to school so I don't get behind in my classes and miss school just from some dumb head ache or stomach pain. When I did get behind I always still caught back up with my work and

Tears stung in my eyes as I gazed down at the dreaded product of neglect, already feeling a cold weight tug at my heart. Looking at my practice log, I determined that within the twenty-four hours remaining before it was due, I needed to make up the eight hours of practicing I had been lazily putting off. After informing my mom of this impossible feat, she told me that I would not be staying up past midnight to practicing as a meager attempt to salvage my grade. The next day I turned in my log with a hint of discouragement as I awaited my grade. I didn’t fail the class, but I still had to live with the knowledge that I could have done better. I tried to justify what happened by saying I wasn’t used to Jr. High with its additional seven classes,

I think that I deserve a 90.The reason I think this is because I am always on task.I never get in trouble,I listen and pay attention.Another reason is that I do all of my work when it is supposed to be done.All of the work that is given to me,I get it done and hand it in on time.One other reason is that I try my hardest on my work.My work is in the best quality that I can put it in.

When I looked over the material at home I understood it better than I did in class, so I decided not show up to class and just study the material at home. The problem was that I didn’t do that either. I think I opened the textbook three times the whole semester. I didn’t do any of the homework or

I’m not very good but I do my best to be organized and pay attention, I study, and meet expectations. Over the years I have formed good habits because I just don’t like bad grades; They make me extremely stressed out. My grades and scores only prove my perspective of myself. My class rank is #1, GPA is 4.0, and my star scores are in the upper

When i was young everything was important to me such as my toys. But now i'm older things are rearly important to me cause i have school and i am trying to keep good grades. So for now the only thing is important to me are my grades so i can get a scholarship to college. Because i want to work on cars. so i have to start in middle school so i have to keep good grades up so i can can get accepted to a mechanical enigener.

Some critics argue that university students in America study much less than they used to. In “An F in Student Effort,” Phillip Babcock, an assistant professor of economics at University of California, Santa Barbara and Mindy Mark, an economics at the University of California, Riverside, recently issue a report on the declines in studying time among college student. In particular, in the 1960s full-time college students studied averagely 24 hours per week. Today the average study hours per week is 14 hours. The 10-hour decline is visible for students from all demographic groups and of all cognitive abilities, in every major and at every type of college (Barbara and Mark 1). For this reason, opponents argue that university education is being

I’m used to getting in trouble almost everyday in my 6th hour. Mostly because i’m alI get in trouble almost everyday in my 6th hour. Mostly because i’m always talking to Evan and Olivia. I also get in trouble because i don’t do the work the right way. When i’m out of my seat when i’m supposed to be doing work. And when I throw things to Evan. I sometimes get in trouble for putting makeup on Evan when i’m done with my work. I learned not to put makeup on Evan or talk when the teacher is. Never again would I not listen to directions in class so I know what to do or talk 24/7 so i could get my work done because i know that will get me in trouble and it will effect my grade.

“Most of you did exceptionally well on this first test, but any one of you with a grade below a 70% should rethink how you study” said my AP chemistry teacher as he passed back the first test of the school year.