How does it feel when you get compared to everyone else? I was compared to my friends who were in gifted classes and I felt like a follower. I felt like a normal person in a group of extraordinary people. My friends would sometimes start to brag about what they did in math that day. Until I got a great teacher who always supported me. In fourth grade I topped my class and was always the leader of any activity. I studied harder and gained more confidence. “I knew you could do it,” Mrs. Dodd said excitedly. I was confused when she told me I had gotten into accelerated math. I went back to my seat and felt shock. When I told my mom she was on phone. She didn’t act surprised. I understood that I didn’t reach my maximum potential. Then in sixth grade I got a chance to test for PA math. I took it fortunately and practiced so hard. I felt confident after taking the test and got full marks. After the test I topped my class again. But it was at that moment when I got the letter, my entire world changed. One night in April, my letter had come in the mail. Then I went straight to my parents and let them open it. When my mother opened it she started to cry, tears of joy. My dad read it as well and gave my the biggest bear hug. My mom said “I knew you could do it.” I was so confident at that point. One of friends, who told me …show more content…
I didn’t work hard because I was too confident. Everyone had said I would totally get in. Unfortunately, I didn’t make it. I learned that there is a difference between being smart and being confident. Just because you're overconfident doesn’t mean you don’t have to work hard. There should be balance between confidence and working hard. At the end one of the people you least expect got in. But I didn’t treat this situation as a loss. I treated it as a gain. I started working hard in english and received As on most of my essays by the end of the year. I gave 101% to everything I had done after
On 08/04/16 at 8:42pm, I was dispatched to 2087 S. Hamilton Rd, on a injury dangerous or vicious dog/injured dog, serious injury, involving a Columbus Police Officer (CPD) being bit by a dog and shooting dog. I arrived at the location. I was advised my CPD personnel that the CPD Officer that was bite was transported to the hospital and that the dog was still breathing. I was escorted to the area where the dog was. The dog was on the ground, next to the dog was dog owner Jackie Fate. I was unable to see any visible injuries to the dog, the dog had shallow breathing. I asked Ms. Fate to wrap the leash around the dog’s mouth to prevent the dog from biting her or me while I placed the dog on the stretcher. Ms. Fate complied, I slowly guided the dog on the
As I look back on my prepubescent years, I remember failing a difficult math test in the fourth grade. I was extremely disheartened. It was one of the hardest tests of the year, but I was determined to pass with flying colors. I had put my utmost effort into solving each of the problems, and I had even studied for days in advance.
I was so ecstatic that I called everyone in my family to tell them that I actually got a D1 college looking at my records and that they stated that they are actually interested in me. Approximately two weeks had passed and it was time for me to take my first ACT, I was so nervous on the day of the ACT because I hadn’t taken it before and I knew that one of the requirements for MSU were that I had a minimum score of 18. I had no clue what I was going to score but the only thing I could do was pray the night before and have faith in myself. The big day was finally here and as I sat in the room waiting for the proctor to say begin my stomach had butterflies and a very jittery feeling. With only three minutes and twelve seconds left to spare on the last section of the test I chose to do what my English III teacher, Mrs. Triggs, at the time told me to do and that was to reexamine my test. Later that day I went home because I was so mentally exhausted I immediately went to sleep, I woke from my nap and I started crying because if I didn’t make an eighteen or higher I don’t think I would’ve retaken the
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
In sixth grade, a teacher recognized me as a student who had the potential for academic excellence and I would have the opportunity to enroll in Academically and Intellectually Gifted classes. This felt exciting to me because I wanted to learn and experience everything I could. Unfortunately, the AIG program at my middle school ended quite abruptly after being told this. I continued through middle school feeling unchallenged and uninspired. However, I was able to excel and maintain an “A” average and participate in community services both at the school and Thrift Shop throughout my middle school career. In eighth grade, when I got my registration form for classes at Northwood and saw the abundance of subjects with differing levels of rigor I was ecstatic to start high school. I felt this could be the challenge I desired.
I have always known I wasn’t the “star student.” It wasn’t until my sixth grade year when I finally realized why. I started being more aware of being pulled out for English, math and speech. I began to sense that that wasn’t typical; I was separated from my classmates. I began to feel self-conscious about being different. And because asking questions in elementary school wasn’t cool, I didn’t start self-advocating until middle school. In fact, I hadn’t known I was LD until I receiving an email from one my teachers, casually reading through and reading her signature that read “Learning Disabilities.” I was stunted.
In my life, the bar of standard has always been set exceptionally high. With a high-achieving sister, I knew that I needed to strive for greatness. Things that came to her easily, such as math, always seemed harder for me to obtain. Being quiet a child and more introverted than other kids, I was always in the background. To
Walking into eighth grade math class everyday made my heart stop. Nothing was clicking for me, I couldn’t grasp what was going on. Numbers were flying around in my brain, while everyone else understood what was being taught. I was frustrated and embarrassed that I couldn’t solve the problems that had been put on the board and would pray my teacher didn’t call on me to solve them. I didn’t understand what I could be doing wrong,
Sometimes, it seems that other students effortlessly understand everything that's put in front of them. That's not the case for me. I try extra hard at everything and try to avoid thinking my obstacles are greater than other students’. I always strive to make sure that I am doing what’s needed to offset my academic weaknesses. I seek help from my teachers and tutors, always spending the extra time needed to perfect my homework. Fortunately, my passion for reading, writing and verbal communications has paid off. While math and science are very hard for me, I’ve been able to build on my interests and do well in English and history.
A few years ago cheerleading was a huge part of my life. I was on two competitive teams that worked hard three days a week to perfect our routines. When we were not practicing we were encouraged to attend open gyms which were aimed at practicing our tumbling skills. I attended the open gym being held one day not knowing that it would be my last. As I landed a one handed cartwheel my knee was twisted so drastically that I heard a loud pop that followed up with intense pain. After icing it and resting for a few days, I started to interpret my pain as being more serious due to the fact that it was giving out on me while doing daily tasks. I also had two close friends that had torn ligaments in their knees that needed repaired with surgery, so
“We’re better off without him.” When I overheard those words emanating from my parent's mouth, everything I thought that I had known about my relationship with them vanished in an instant. The anxiety resulting from the multiple competitions they had put me in was now worse than ever; I was going to run away to Stonetown. One day while in the city I saw a poster that called my attention. It contained information regarding a test for gifted children and I decided to give it a shot.
I was bruised, bitten, and banged up, and I loved it. The weekend had completely made my summer and filled in a part of my personality that I never knew existed. My king salmon fishing trip taught me perseverance, trust, tolerance, and that it is not always the trophy, but instead the journey you take along the way.
Growing up, I endured many challenges, from being held back in the third grade, to growing up with a rare nerve disease. When I was younger, I always tried to compare myself to others, I wanted to fit in and be just like everyone else. In the third grade, I was held back because my teachers learned that I processed information differently than other students. Being held back was only one of many struggles I faced, but it seemed to weigh me down. I felt like I wasn’t smart enough and that everyone saw me as a failure.
My effort to be the best, especially in school, started in middle school when the teachers would separate the grade based on intelligence. I always wanted to be in the highest difficulty class because in my eyes, that meant that I was able to show people that just because I may sound different, doesn’t mean I can’t be as smart. I made sure I was placed in the accelerated classes even if it was a subject I’m not as strong in. I worked my butt off in most cases so people couldn’t tell that I might be struggling on a certain topic. This persistence of trying to be the best and “faking it till I made it” taught me that working hard and striving towards a goal can lead to major accomplishments. However, as I’ve learned only recently, always taking all the APs and honors classes available without taking into consideration one’s strengths or weaknesses will only lead to great amounts of stress and a sense of failure when you don’t meet your expectations. I’ve come to realize that taking a regents level class or a less challenging elective doesn’t make one anyone dumber than someone who takes all APs. Accelerating in all different parts of school has allowed me to challenge myself, prove to myself that I’m capable in succeeding, and allowing myself to be seen as normal in the eyes of my classmates. My speech impediment was a catalyst
It all began in my freshman year of high school. I took my first math class which was basic algebra. I struggled with it immensely, as I received a failing grade on every single test. I couldn't believe my failure as it was my first math class. Previously in middle school I had great grades and I never failed a class before. This situation lowered my self esteem yet I promised myself that I would be persistent and keep working harder. As time passed, I wanted to pursue an Allied Health degree but when I took my placement test for community college I placed into pre algebra course. I was nervous because I wasn't proficient in math, although I passed the class with a C. Then, I was required to take intermediate Algebra and I was informed that