Personal Narrative: How Classwork Changed My Life

Life is a roller coaster it has many ups and downs. My 8th grade year was going down like the dropping point on a roller coaster, I was missing school, because my stomach kept getting sick from the food I was eating, which the doctors are calling ‘IBS’. By missing school it made me miss lessons, and assignments. I wouldn't fully understand the assignments so when I turned them in I didn’t get good grades.Instead of getting A’s, I started getting C’s.Those got me in trouble.And to make things worse, before school, one morning I woke up with bad lower back pain, pain in my shoulders, and in my neck.My mom took me to the chiropractor to fix it, it helped my shoulders and neck, but it irritated my back making the pain worse.This and my stomach

As Vickie Karp once said, “When we read, we start at the beginning and continue until we reach the end. When we write, we start in the middle and fight our way out.” At an early age, writing gave solace. My first exposure to writing was through journaling. In my elementary years, my parents separated, leaving my brother and me in the eye of the storm. At the age of ten, I only understood so much, but I did know how much my mother and father detested each other on a regular basis. Objects and harsh words established the darkness and fear in the corner of my mind. Once father left home, before I even had a chance to say goodbye, I felt abandoned and alone. The anxiety of my mother leaving me and struck with depression of already been abandoned

This time last year I was in an AP World History class that changed my life. The class was taught be Mr Joy, an oddball with a shiny dome and tattoos that i immediately recognized as a kindred spirit. He had a way of keeping us on our toes and engaged every day, and not just because we had no way of knowing when he was going to emit a piercing scream, start talking in a british accent, or announce a graded discussion-but because he knew how to get through to us. He inspired and challenged me and my classmates despite the enormous amount of information we needed to learn.We cared enough to do our best because what he was teaching us mattered. The history we were learning about directly affected the present we were living in, and slowly, we began to see the world differently.

I grew up in a small town on Long Island called, Westbury. The street I grew up on didn’t have many kids my age, so I would usually play with the older kids. Every morning, as the sun would be rising my mom, would take my sisters to school and I would beg her to go with them. I would watch as the big yellow bus would drive down the small narrow street I lived on. When my sisters would come home they would be doing their homework on the kitchen table and I would be mesmerized at the way they read and write. As they would do their homework I would sit down near them and act as though I knew what the pages said. After they would be done with doing their homework my neighbors, sisters and I would always play a game we called “house” where we would

My Catholic high school tried to expel me when I came out. It all started junior year when one of my classmates asked me if I was a lesbian. No one had actually ever asked me before, so I saw it as the perfect opportunity to finally get it off my chest. Of course there was scandal because it was high school and I was the first person in my grade to come out. A few people approached me with reverence, they thought what I had done was courageous. When the hype and gossip died down is when things took a turn for the worse.

Coming into this class I knew it would be difficult. Despite that, I know I have to take it and think it I'd best to challenge myself and learn the most I can from the class. Being in the class, a few things stood out to me that I knew were going to be more difficult than others. One of those things was part of the student learning outcomes, revision. I always have a hard time editing my own work, for whatever reason it is hard for me to see the little mistakes that I make. Furthermore, a lot of the time when I write I have a difficult time coming up with a good, well-written thesis or primary claim. In spite of the challenges I know I am going to face I am also excited for what I will be learning and how my writing skills will improve. The

It’s 11:30 pm and I’m just getting back home from a full day at school and then a 7 and a half hour shift at work. Everyone else at home is asleep, rejuvenating for tomorrow. Quietly I go up to my room with my backpack on my back accompanied with fatigue on my heels. As I trudge up the stairs, I mentally calculate what homework, tests, and projects need to be completed by tomorrow. By twelve AM, I am finally starting my schoolwork, in the dark silence of my room until I am confident I understand the material and have finished all of my work. Drifting into sleep, I think “No one truly knows how hard I am working, it better pay off…”

This affair took place in 2016 when I changed my institution of learning. At the beginning my classmates were total strangers to me however, I easily broke the ice and after a while, I thought that I know them, nevertheless astonishingly I was under the wrong impression. There was a girl named Maya who has been always reticent and well-mannered, yet it was widely known that her parents had financial issues. One day she came to class with a black eye and asked told everyone that she fell from the stairs. Two weeks later she appeared with a broken hand. While getting ready for the PE lessons she has been always trying to cover bruises on her body, which clearly indicated that

Days, months, years gone by. I soon was in third grade when a miracle happened and altered my life forever. Till this day it affects me, it made who I am. To help you understand I was a very quiet, non-going, and lacked of self-confidence whatsoever. In elementary school, the teachers and directors put me as socially mute because when I am at school, I do not answer questions even though I know the answer, I would not ask for help, and I would also not ask to use the restroom. I basically was just there and sat there silent. My teachers and other adults thought I would not make it through the school year and would be held back because I made no progress. However, someone remodeled my future and still does. As usually you have your normal teacher,

The reason I worked hard for this semester was so I can get an A which means a lot to me. Just when I thought I would earn it my classes were gone and I was left with a 87.00. I just wanted enough time to get in A in my class because I failed on doing that ever since I've got into this school. If I don't get my time back for my class can you at least give me a 90.00 on my

I have always been someone who can balance a lot of things at once and have always operated at a high capacity. Growing up, school was never a prevailing challenge for me; I was a strong test-taker and homework came easily. In seventh grade, I began two activities I adored; cheer and tennis. Balancing all honors classes and two sports was not something I was unaccustomed to, so I didn’t think twice when signing up to take very difficult classes for sophomore year of high school. In the first few weeks of sophomore year, I felt on top of the world. I was captain for JV cheer and was set to make varsity tennis that next year; on top of this, I was working hard in my classes and earning the grades I desired. However, a few weeks into this

When I entered high school, I was skeptical that it would go by as fast as everyone said. Then suddenly the years flew by and now graduation is only a few months away. By looking back at my fourteen-year-old self, I can see the many ways in which I have grown as an individual. My high school experiences especially enabled my character to flourish. I believe that by increasing my efforts in leadership, service, and scholarship I was able to become who I am today.

I was asked to write how things will be different in my plans to continue my schooling. I’d like to first address what happened because the first thing that is needed to fix a problem is to be able to identify the problem. Going through my first semester at NICC, I feel it went well for going to a new school. I was able to pass all my classes except my intermediate algebra class that I had at 8:00 Am in the morning. I started this class and all the other classes two weeks late. This meant that I had to catch up for two weeks of homework while I worked on my other homework that I needed to catch up on in my other classes. Because of that I never got to start from day one and work my way through the class like everyone else. Instead, I had to

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.

Gradually scaling to the floor, uncontrollably rolling your eyes into the back of your head, your face turning as white as a ghost, your hands cringing up like shriveled wilted prunes, and rigorous shaking like your house during a terrible storm, crying out a bloody murder scream, I think it’s safe to say my heart was failing. Let me take you back to the day before. One what seems to be an ordinary day in third grade music class turned into a nightmare that had only just begun. Perched in my chair in music class, I could sense something wasn’t right, my heart was pulsating uncontrollably quick, the whole room started spinning, and my eyes were forming black dots clogging my sight. "THUD!" Dove straight into the chair in front of me, blacking completely out on the music room floor. After they got me up I felt dizzy, A migraine that was beating so boisterous it could be heard a mile away, my educator Mrs. Lund walked me to the office and while in transit to the office I regurgitated red bile exiting out of my mouth, and my mom took me home that day to rest.