Narrative Essay About Homeschooling

“I want you to know that I studied for hours last night, and with help from my mom, I’m ready to retake the test.” She talked to me for a while,and answered some of the other questions I had. When the bell rang, she handed me my test retake. This time, I knew, without a doubt, I could ace the test, and I

Seventh grade removed a major burden on my shoulders. I guaranteed myself that 6th grade was not going to happen once more, I was going to turn in my assignments in on time and keep a steady B, nothing lower. Not a ton has changed going into the next grade, still the same individuals and new coming 6th graders. Three months into the school year and not a solitary C. I knew beyond all doubt that nothing could turn out badly as of right now until "BAM" the math teacher Mr. Groen put my yesterday's test sheet on my work area upside-down. I was perplexed I may have jinxed myself into saying "nothing could turn out badly" and now this was the end. I reached over my desk with my eyes in cringes not wanting to know what I had received. When I opened my eyes, I was in disbelief, I got a D! might as well throw the tip of the iceberg on it and make it an F. I was so distraught at myself that I didn't realize what I was saying. The end of the quarter was around the corner and I expected to knock up that grade regardless. Every day I went to his classroom before and after-school and retook anything. In any case, as I did I figured out I had a C in social studies. The end of everything was the following day and I knew I couldn't alter them now. That day I was not energized for arrival. I refreshed my infinite campus many times to see if my grades were up-to-date but the only thing that did change was my social studies grade to a higher C and

WHen being asked these questions though, I started to feel very intimidated. I felt as if I was less of a person then they were because I was that “homeschool freak,” and no one wants to associate with those types of people. I wasn’t bullied at all, don’t get me wrong, but since I hadn’t ever been in that type of environment, I just wasn’t use to talking to kids my age and I didn’t understand what they were thinking when they even looked at me. For some reason I assumed that every kid who went to public school had a different mindset then I did.

Furthermore, I started working on Algebra 2 problems which were a little more tedious than the ones from the other class, yet, they still entertained me. After a couple of weeks in that class, the teacher approached me and asked me if I would like to try a more challenging class; AP Math. I saw it as a good challenge and gave it a chance. Now that didn’t turn out as I expected. The teacher was from a foreign country and had a terrible accent. As a result, I couldn’t understand anything. I felt lost from the moment she started talking to that end I couldn’t follow. I was trying to learn English and had enough with my other classes. I didn’t want my favorite class to become stressful, so I decided to go back to Algebra 2. The teacher welcomed

After all, math was one of my best subjects. I had never really had an experience where I just couldn't understand the concept of a math problem, of how it was solved and why. Our teachers has warned us back in elementary school, that one day we would hit an invisible wall and not ease through classes. That one day we would struggle with understanding a problem, a concept or even a subject. I had never believed them, thinking this would never happen to me, that I could somehow avoid this wall of confusion and just walk right through. But there I was, utterly confused and frustrated at a simple problem that everyone else could solve. Why was I not seeing it? Why couldn't I understand the solution? I asked myself. For the first time in my life I really struggled to get an A in a class. I had my sister tutor me almost every day, preparing for a quiz and then the next, and the next. I came in to my teacher for lunch and he helped me step by step. I studied for tests, and worked hard. And my work payed off. I got a high A in the course, and a lot of experience from it. It taught me how to work hard for something, to earn a good grade when you deserve it, and it gave me the skills I needed to get As in the high school classes I am taking this

Before the 6th grade, I really enjoyed math and I believed I was even good at it. Then to add to my excitement about math, I made a perfect score on my 6th grade Taks test. However, the next year (my 7th grade year) my teacher was a new teacher and you could tell she was struggling. She was a very nice teacher, and I loved her so much, I just struggled to understand what she was teaching. The next year, I transferred to a new school. Here, the teachers were not certified but they tried to help with everything they possibly could; however, their ability to help us was pretty limited. At my new school, we did all of our work on computers for half of the day and attended college classes at Panola and TSTC the rest of day. While I truly loved this

I came up with every excuse I could. One was I couldn't see the board. Being that I was always so tall my seat was always in the back. My teacher Mr. Nelson was on to my excuses so he decided to move me to the front of the class. Now, what was I to do? I didn't want to admit I didn't understand the work. Mr. Wilson would pick on me every chance he got. I was the first called for homework, class work anything he could call me for he would. That year I was left back and it was the most humiliating thing ever in my life. All my friends moved ahead and I was stuck behind. The following year I was determined to show him but to my surprise, the school put me in another class. His class was the top class and I needed a less intense class. I applied myself that year and became the top in my class. There wasn't nothing I couldn't do once taught. One day my teacher was absent and guess who class they put me in. yup, Mr. Nelson himself. I broke down his work he gave me so fast he didn't

So after talking to the teacher and realizing that this problem was not going to be resolved unless I took matters into my own hands I went to my guidance counselor a couple of times and we came to the conclusion to try Florida Virtual School’s math program. My counselor told me it would be hard because I basically lost a whole semester's worth of Geometry but hey I had nothing to lose. Turns out I really liked taking online math and was able to teach myself all of the math. I ended up getting a ninety-five percent in that class! I was also able to relearn many of the skills that I had once misunderstood in my first Geometry class. I was so happy and felt extremely accomplished, I also decided to study harder in my other classes and got straight A’s. Hard work does pay off! My semester GPA ended up being a 4.5. I was also able to take dual enrollment classes during my junior year which was very enjoyable because the class was in English which is one of my favorite subjects along with my Early Childhood Education class. although if I didn't decide to start becoming more independent and taking matters into my own hands none of those accomplishments

In 2014 when I decided to go back to my local community college I was told that I would have to retake my math class. My goal was to pass this class and to be able to move forward in my studies. This is something that was very hard for me to complete when it was placed in front of me because it was by far my weakest subject in high school without a doubt and that was back in 2008 when it was somewhat fresh on my mind. This was now six years later and to be honest I really had no idea how I was going to complete this class. Which made me feel very defeated I felt as if there was no one for me to move forward because of the roadblock.

I looked at the book, which was enormously huge, and told myself I was actually going to get this one done. I could not have been more wrong. We were supposed to read to page 30 on the first night, and I barely got through the first page. I kept telling myself, I had to do it or I would fail because I knew I would be tested on it eventually. I had to force myself to read page after page, and try to recall anything from what I had just read. The problem was I couldn’t because it was just a bunch of gibberish to me. When we were supposed to have finished the book, the test came around, and I was so stressed because I hadn’t picked up the book again since like page 5. There was no point for me to try now, I was going to fail. My teacher passed out the test, I hung my head in shame. I took the test, knowing that I had let myself down yet again. I kept asking myself what was wrong with me? Why do I not have the motivation everyone else has to read these books? I honestly think it was because I loved reading so much that I hated the fact I was forced to read books I had no interest in. Around a week later—halfway into another required book—my teacher uttered the words I had been dreading “Your tests have been graded.” My heart dropped to my stomach, I had completely forgotten all about it. I watched as she passed out every one’s test, and I noticed a lot of people looked so shocked. Oh boy, I was in for it now. My

Before the summer, we had been given the option to take a regular or advanced math class. The first day of school in this advanced math class, we had been given a pretest to assess our prior knowledge of material we should have learned the year before. Although we knew most of the material, I, as well as the other students who had been my class the year before, had been baffled by some of the things were were supposed to have been taught. Nearly all the knowledge we had was what we had learned through RenMath. My new teacher, exasperated, asked how on Earth we all made it into the advanced math class. One student, a friend of mine, pointed to me and said, “She taught us.” I’ll never forget how in that moment, I realized I had been a leader to my classmates, helping them to succeed and achieve more than they would have

During my second semester at Southwest Mississippi Community College, I had finally gotten comfortable at the school: I had made friends, and I was doing well in all of my classes. Well, all except for college algebra. I have never been good at algebra; this class was no exception. I tried my very best to understand the material, but my mind just could not comprehend much of the material that we covered in class. Because of my own inability to understand the material, I never finished any of my homework, and I did not do well on any of the tests that I had taken. I had later come to realize that my inability to understand the material was not the fault of anyone but myself.

Superior Elementary school was the best school. I was so anxious to start the fourth grade. Me and my siblings would lay out our new school outfits and have everything ready for school the next day. We would also have our book bags full of supplies put together all neat in the bags put to the side. The day before schools start me and my two sisters would go get our hair done at the salon. My brothers would get a haircut.

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

When I was little, I was always good at math, before 8th grade, when I was in Germany and I came to America. But that changed when I faced the most difficult challenge yet Honors Geometry. Shy 8th grade me was too embarrassed and reluctant to ask my teacher for their help in math and it led to some very big consequences. Because I didn’t try to ask for help, I didn’t do as good as I could’ve and I didn’t reach my academic goal of getting the Golden Tassel.