Personal Narrative Essay : Perfect Grades In High School

I walked into my class and sat down. Mr. Baroody announced that we were going to get our tests back, but I wasn’t worried. I knew that I did not get a 100% on the quiz, but nothing could prepare me for what was to come.

“Thanks I’m going to work hard!” Alaina exclaimed. It was one more week until the exam and she was never so nervous. Every time she tried to study, she would get too nervous because the exam was coming up, sooner and sooner. She told her teacher,” I’m too

I have always been an above average student, receiving A’s and B’s on my report card. However, sophomore year hit me like a bolt of lightning. I failed two semesters of AP Calculus AB class. In order to bounce back from this fiasco, I retook the class to prove to myself that I could have done better. Through hard work, late nights, and dedication, I was able to pass Calculus the second time. If only I tried harder, I could have passed on the first try.

I wake up early and stomp downstairs. I grab the oatmeal from the table and run upstairs. Someone knocks at the door. It’s Anna-Marie. “Go away!” I yell, but she opens the door anyway. I put my oatmeal on the night stand and hide under my covers. “ Cadence, you seemed like you were happy here and you were getting along with all the others. We can’t have you sneaking out all the time. I’m sorry but we have decided to send you to foster parents. You leave tonight to meet them.” She closes the door and I come out from under the covers. I pack my bags and I’m ready to go. I say goodbye to everyone and I hop in the taxicab and drive off.

In my high school career, I have worked tirelessly to always do my best, be my best. I would not, and could not, accept anything from myself except perfection. I had to consistently go the extra mile, complete the extra credit, so that I could feel satisfied and validated with the view I held of myself as a student. The result of this was what I considered a perfect transcript: straight A’s and a perfect GPA. This year, I broke that streak.

My current grade is due to my inadequacy of responsibility, my lack of studying for the grammar and reading tests. I have been doing the necessary routine of writing in my planner, filling out the lesson chart everyday, reading Of Mice and Men and turning in the discussion questions, and keeping up with the journal questions. My wrongs are based off not studying and having the likelihood of having significantly low test scores, and incomplete work. My parents use Parentlink but have not been receiving any notifications of my grades. My parents use to check Campus Portal to check it daily for missing work, which I’ve explained they have not been getting notifications from, exceedingly explains most of my missing items. My grade is lower than

Throughout my four years of high school i have experienced many challenges that either set my down or brought me up. As a young adult, i feel like there is so much more to learn ahead of me, other than, learning how to solve a math problem or the history behind many of our countries treasuries. For example, in the article “Into Thin Air”, Krakauer explains, someone who sees the summit would be dead set on getting there and be “very difficult to turn ..around…”(226). Similarly, i have struggled with many things, such as, beating sleep to be able to finish assignments on time and sacrifice my time with my friends and family because i would be in such hurry to finish something that would change my grade drastically the next day, but see my

Not being adequate is a tough pill to swallow. For me wrestling was my life in high school. Nothing was more important being on the mat. Wrestling knowing at the end of the day that only you could stop yourself. It wasn't until i reached college and tried to make the leap for high school to college that reality sat in. I applied to San Francisco State providing film hoping to insure a scholarship. In return they told me that my skill weren’t at the level they need.

As I sat down to write this essay, I reflected on all of my achievements during my high school years at Holy Trinity Academy, and what most accurately demonstrates my leadership skills. The most prominent leadership goal that I achieved was through my involvement in Student Council.

First grade is the first time when I really wanted to fight someone. This experience occurred at lunch time during school and this kid named Dylan was really irritating me. Dylan kept bothering me and pinching me during lunch and throughout recess. I was getting very mad and I wanted to fight him. Just like Ulrich and George, who both wanted the same land, wanted to fight each other. I was considering tackling him or just tripping him but I didn’t know when I should do it. I decided to tell my friend Ben about the situation.

So this year I have just done nothing because the schedules and it’s the first few weeks. Last year in eighth grade I could've done a lot better I say this because I wouldn’t do no homework besides in class and rarely would do it at home. I think I could have had done better in eighth grade it was just that I was too lazy to do my work. Even though I wouldn’t really do my homework besides in class my grades were ok. For that year I got two A’s and four B’s. Well for me that is ok and if I would have tried more harder I think I could’ve have gotten better grades. I regret doing this because if I have gotten better grades I would have impress myself and my parents because I usually get two A’s, B’s, and C’s. I didn’t really try last year and

6th grade: Bayushki Baya was really bad I’m not gonna lie, the reason why was because they were off key I couldn’t hear the guys, and they had no pitch I thought.

Last semester, I encountered a personal experience of one’s self-fulfilling prophecy of failure. Looking to accomplish one more mathematics pre-requisite for my chosen major, I decided to proceed by undertaking a course in 1411 pre-calculus, before moving on to statistics in the fall. However, I regularly struggled through each new math class with much determination, I have always accepted that mathematics has always been my kryptonite, packed with anxiety. More importantly, this least favorite subject and one I often battled long hours to comprehend, was just another subject level I wanted in the rearview. Either way, I felt somewhat confident as I started the spring semester that I would get a handle on pre-calculus and obtain a passing

The professor, all business, marched in. “Hello, class,” he said. “Go ahead and log into the portal. You’ll see your grades from the recent exam there. I just finished grading them. I know many of you will be disappointed, but the concepts on the test are things you need to grasp. If you’re struggling, now is the time to ask for help.”

Franny started to squirm, I had grabbed her shaking hand. The room filled with conversation, it sounded like a grade school cafeteria.