Overcoming Obstacles

One day at school, two of my teachers marked me absent when I was not. The way I learned about it was because my Nana got a phone call from the office saying I was absent. She felt that the problem needed to be solved as quickly as possible. When she told me I was shocked! She then asked me where I had been so she could understand why they marked me absent. I told her I was in class and that I had gone to the bathroom so that is how they could have marked me absent. Then a little bit later my mom came home, she had asked me where I had been and I told her the same thing.

Classmates started to chastise me, and I was embarrassed, but this moment was one of the defining moments of my early life. After I had the incident at the board, my teacher called my parents and my parents decided it would be best for me to receive tutoring. Every Monday and Wednesday night I would sit at the library doing math until my junior year of high school, then I finished math for good in my high school career. This period remains a pivotal moment for me because it showed me what perseverance meant, total failure was never an option for me, and no matter how hard my situation got I pressed

My dad told me that I did good and that I held up well. So I walked back up to my room and went to sleep until the next morning. I awoke and my morning and the school day went just as the day before and I walked home and nothing terrible happened along the way. For the next week to week and a half I was asked questions at school about what had happened, I still am not quite sure how they found out. I avoided questions and changed topics every single time, and to this day I still only solemnly talk about it.

When I was in 4th grade the homework we had seemed impossible to me. I’d end up crying by the end of the night because I couldn’t understand it. In my head I thought it was hopeless for me to pass this grade. One day when I came home from school I didn’t even go look at my homework just went straight to bed. My mother came home around 7 because of her job and asked if I needed help on my homework. When she asked I just said I haven’t done it yet.

The worst thing that ever happened to me, turned into the best. When I was in the first grade I thought everything was fine. I had two friends, I loved my teacher and I thought all was well. What I didn’t realize was that I was falling behind in reading. At a parent-teacher conference, Mrs. Keys told my mom that I was dropping behind and that she reasoned it was a suitable idea if I was held back. My mom was devastated, she didn’t want her little girl to be having problems in school, but she also understood what it would mean if I was kept back. She tried every at home reading booster kit she could acquire to help me increase my reading level. Mrs. Keys could see the improvement but knew that I wasn’t quite at the level that I needed to be at to move on to

Leading up to middle school was when I truly struggled to keep up my grades. I slacked off more than I wanted to in specific subjects, especially math, and to this day I’m still not too sure why I let myself do what was done. I guess it was partly the fact that I didn’t understand the material and I wasn’t asking for the help. Now that I’m able to look back on what I’ve achieved, it was naïve of myself to have automatically thought that if my mom couldn’t help me, then no one could. It was all up to me by that point to be tenacious with my

It was close to the end of the day when I headed toward my seventh period class. My schedule said that my teacher was named Mrs. Counts and she taught math. After looking at my schedule I shoved it back into my locker and began my trek to the C block. When I got to the C block I stopped and realized that I had been so caught up with trying to stay under the radar from the mob of high school students that I completely forgot both my teacher’s name and her room number. By that time I was all alone in the hallway sifting through any memories that consisted of this missing information. Suddenly the bell rang jolting me from my thoughts. Fear welled up inside of me and I frantically started to look around for anyone who could help me. After what felt like hours but was probably only a few seconds a teacher found me standing awkwardly in the middle of the hallway and asked me if she could help me find my way. I told her that I was attempting to find my math class and forgot both the mane of my teacher and where she was located. I could feel tears well up in my eyes as they threatened to spill over. A panicked look crossed the face of the generous teacher that was trying to help me and she asked my grade. I told her that I was in seventh grade and even before I could blink, she knew exactly where I was supposed to go. I

In the eighth grade I would always hate math because I would never understand it and would receive a lot of different grades such as C’s, D’s and if i’m lucky B’s. My teacher would always do his best to help me out, but I would feel

It all started when I first went to school, my principal gave me two test; one in math and the other in English to see what level I was on. I first completed the math section which wasn’t a problem for me but,yet after he handed me the English part and I saw this story filled with words and sentences that I don’t know. After looking through the text I looked at him and told him with my broken English “I don’t speak English.” He looked at my dark brown eyes that were filled with fear and were about to tear up, he said “It is okay, do not worry” and took the test away. I left the classroom crying because I felt like I don’t belong here but then my mom told me that it is all in my power, I am in charge of my future and I should take

In elementary school, my reading and writing with was poor and I have not at the level I needed to be for my age. My teachers had become concerned and sent me to another teacher that specialized in helping student become better readers and writing, as well as identify if student have learning disabilities. I can remember the exercises that really showed how much I was struggling. I was told to spell the word cat and I was timed as well. I had no idea how to spell this word, so I start to freak out I did not know what to do. I really could not admit and say I do not know how to spell this word. I had to cry and I was holding it back but I could not and the tears just came rolling down my face. This is the one time I ever cried in front of a

A few weeks later our first math test was handed out, when I got it everything on the test looked foreign to me except the fractions. I knew I didn’t do well and I felt stupid. My grades from there on slipped to failing grades.

My aunt who started to notice my distant behavior and took me to a psychiatrist to get behavioral testing. My diagnosis came back and I was a little startled to see the results I had developed many...disorders and all were severe. I was manic depressive, I had OCD(which we already knew), and I was always anxious about everything I'm still thinking of this when I hear.. “wow..neat freak huh?” I don't want to talk to him about this ever so sore subject so I just say “yeah.” Luckily the teacher comes in at that moment “ Hello, and good morning class... for those of you who don't know my name is Mr. Davidson and I will be your homeroom teacher...” He pauses to sit down at his desk “For those of you who do, if you haven't noticed all ready we have a new student here at Kennedy high”he acknowledges me “ Bella I trust you will like it here, Now lets begin our orientation.” first period fly's by in a blur as does the rest of the school day and by the time its over I'm exhausted. “Hey Bella...” I groan” yes Daniel “ want to come to the skate-park with me”i think...go home and endure aunt Conny's interrogation, or go to the skate-park...definitely the skate-park “sure”i say...on our way there we pass the football field ..where the cheer team is practicing..i wish I was still like them, but that can't happen now. Before the accident I was the

Elementary school was miserable for me, not a lot of friends and I was no teachers pet. I showed little to no interest in what my teachers had to say. From kindergarten to sixth grade my teachers told my mom I wouldn 't make it. Not in middle school, and high school, probably shouldn 't count on that either. Year after year my mom took this verbal beating from my teachers saying “she should be doing more”, “there 's something wrong with me” all my teachers suggested my mom get me tested for ADD and ADHD my mom put it off until fourth grade when I got written up for writing “I hate school and I hate my teacher.” she took me in to get tested but to everyone 's surprise I did not have ADD or ADHD. So my mom took my to a psychologist to figure out why I was so against school. In a short amount of time the psychologist told my mom that no matter how hard anyone tried they could not force me to pay attention or do the work, and that, that was okay, as long as I understood and accepted the consequences. From then on All my mom

All of fourth grade year I hadn’t struggled at all, and everything came relatively easy to me. It was just really easy. I knew I wasn’t a dumb kid, but up until then my parents had always had to help me. They carried me through school, they had just been my own personal teacher and were always there if I needed any help at all. This was definitely weird to me that I didn’t need them anymore that year.

All of fourth grade year I hadn’t struggled at all, and everything came relatively easy to me. It was just really easy. I knew I wasn’t a dumb kid, but up until then my parents had always had to help me. They carried me through school, they had just been my own personal teacher and were always there if I needed any help at all. This was definitely weird to me that I didn’t need them anymore that year.