Personal Narrative: Failing In School

Academically, I have improved in class participation and study skills. keeping my grades up is hard to do, I am scared to fail any class that is important to me. I have grown academically from the beginning of the school to now, I am proud of myself to improve in my class than last semester. The only class that I am missing is Culture Geography, I'm worried for that class, but it is not one of the three requirements. I want to pass this grade to move on to the next. I have become a better grade in English 9 because I really focused in that class to bring my grade up.

Throughout my 4 years of high school, I am happy to say that I am proud of my grades I have acquired. Along the way, however, I found difficulty in only 2 of my classes. The first class was my sophomore year in ag biology. I had a hard time getting through this class and finished off with a D+. Next was my junior year in my Math 3 class where I struggled all year but ended the year with a satisfying C. With my struggles, I learned valuable skills such as perseverance and a never quit attitude that will help me down the road in my education after high school.

During my years of high school I have needed to develop my organizational skills to overcome my grades and test taking skills. Entering high school, the beginning was a struggle. Faster pace classes, and longer lessons were all tangled up. While my grades, unfortunately, began to slip. I was unsure on what to do to improve. I got tutor help, that did not work, I got help from my teachers, friends and family members, and still nothing seemed to be changing. Every year I succeed with projects and homework assignment, however, the tests is what gets me.

Growing up in a poor neighborhood without any guidance for school was tough for me. I really didn’t care for school and sometimes even skipped school to stay home. I was a troubled kid heading down the wrong path. I could have cared less if I graduated school or not. When I was in fifth grade I didn’t really try in school but I loved astronomy, chemistry, and physics but I never did my school work/homework. Growing up my mother was pregnant with my little brother named Jayden but had complications with her pregnancy making him premature by a month due to the womb losing amniotic fluid. He currently has seizures, learning disabilities, asthma, and has trouble pronouncing words. My little brother works hard everyday to overcome these troubles

Success is achieving the set aim or goal that was placed is the dictionary definition. What I do know is that technically I wasn’t successful in high school. Yes, I had a plethora of leadership positions, for example, being vice-president of the International Baccalaureate club in my school and was secretary of Plantation High school’s book club. Yes, I did satisfactorily in academics since I did end up in the top 10% of the class. These could be deemed as success high school career, but, to be honest, in my perspective, it wasn’t success at all.

I’ve always tried to be the best at what I do but I fail a lot. I’ve had issues like everyone else but wasn’t really affected academically. I was and still am encouraged everyday by both of my parents to do better in school and to always give it my all. I would like to believe that I’m a very smart person but I know that I’m very lazy as well. I have always had a problem with laziness, distraction, time management, and focusing. Those have been obstacles in both my personal and academic life that have kept me from being one of the top students in my class. I am in between in the class rankings. I have lived in my neighborhood for about 15 years and in the past two years, I haven’t hung out with my childhood friends because of AP classes I took my sophomore and junior year. I fail but I refuse to fail without challenging myself.

Throughout elementary school, math was a foreign language with numbers. I had fallen behind in math at an early age, which in turn lead to fall even further behind. While attempting to solve a variety of problems, I would often get the most ludicrous of answers in my class, and this would often encourage the nonstop mocking from my peers. At some point, I had lost hope in myself and had given up even trying in math.

In life we are all bound to make mistakes given that nobody is perfect. We are all human and we all make mistakes and failures. I have made many failures in my life; some strong and some extreme, however one failure that recently affected me was failng my drivers test. Now of course, failures are subjective and how much it should affect you is to each of ts own, but me failing mine deeply affected me. I was sad for so many day and nearly cried afterwards, but I decided to keep my head up. I’m a prefectionist and everyone was looking forard to me passing my first time, but unfortunatley I did not. It took me a while to move on, but I did lern from it. What I learned from my failure is that I should neever give up, I should continue to practing,

When I was in primary school, I was not good at mathematics, so my teacher looked down upon me, and believed I would not do well in it. Actually, I was very depressed and angry. I asked myself: “Why cannot I do that? I can! And I will let you regret what you said!” After that, I got good grades in math after endeavoring to learn and practicing again and again; and even in other curricula, whenever I had difficulty, I encourage myself to cope with it and never give up, so I succeeded.

I have been home schooled for most of my life up in till I went to 2nd grade, so as far as me having issues with the school system was not a big problem for my mother and grandmother. The majority of schools in Philadelphia that were in my school district were occupied with rowdy children. Me and my siblings were home school for that reason. The Catholic schools that my mother would have like to have sent her children to were out of her price range. Me and my siblings stayed home schooled until they could find a good school for us to attend. However, my family moved to Tucson, AZ and that is when I went to school for the first time. Now living in a different state, my mother and grandmother found relief from being able to send us to a better

I remember when in elementary i was a good student i always did my best but when i hit fourth grade i started messing around with my friends we got in trouble and got sent to the class next door to stay there for the rest of the day that was the first time i ever messed around. Then when i started my first year in middle school i started to try but i was just too lazy to do any work but then i remember that my teacher told us if you don’t try in class you won't be able to succeed in life. But in highschool i goofed around so much that i failed freshman year i also failed my sophomore year but i passed a couple of classes that year. But once my junior year started i got myself on track i started to pass my classes because i also joined a sport,

Well let me tell you how my grades went from D’s & F’s to A’s B’s. It all started when i transfered

When I was younger I never took a step back to figure out exactly how I learned. It wasn’t important or relevant to me; all that mattered was I understood the information presented to me. When I was given this essay I was surprised that I had never explored the idea of how I learn and what works for me. Through this assignment I figured out what has led to my success in school and will hopefully lead to my success in the future.

At the high school I attend, there are two unspoken rules that the majority follow; the first one is if you are not overwhelmed and exhausted, then you are not doing enough and second, failure is never an option for any reason. I desperately tried to abide by these two rules, but in my second semester of sophomore year, I received a D in my Advanced Geometry class. When I became aware of this news , I was devastated and angry , after all I studied every single day and I had multiple tutors. I was hysterical for almost a week, but now I can honestly say that failing that class was best thing that ever happened to me. During the summer, while retaking Geometry , I was able to reflect on the events of my second semester that caused me to

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