Personal Narrative: I Ll Never Get An A In This Class

When I was younger I failed myself and my family when I got held back a grade because I was not showing any progress in any of my subjects. I lost all of my friends, they began to talk bad about me because they thought I was not as Intelligent as they were. This effected me emotionally, I begged my parents not to hold me back a grade and to let me stay with my friends but my parents being tough said no, because school isn't about being close with friends, its about learning and making something of yourself. I learned a very important lesson the day I got held back a grade and that is to never give up and to strive to be the best in anything I do. I also learned that friends come and go, and that I can make more friends. I started studying every

Last year I took a few classes at Columbus State Community College. There were definitely some changes that I had to make so my life could still run smoothly. Some of the things that changed were my extracurricular activities. I had to swim less often than before because I had classes or homework that I needed to do. My study habits didn’t change very much, surprisingly. I still did my work sooner instead of later. I won’t say I always did it as soon as I could because while that would have been optimal it didn’t always work out. And I made sure I always got the work that was due first, done first. Also during the school year my classes at Columbus State were on Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, and Thursday. In addition to those I still had all

A gold plaque glistened on the stage, written on it was “Straight A’s All Three Years of Junior High”. Attending the academic ceremony as a 6th grader, I watched in awe as a few 8th-graders received this prestigious plaque. I thought to myself that I would work hard so that one day I could be on that stage and receive that award. For the rest of my Junior High career, I strove to get straight A’s in all of my classes. I remained persistent, focused, and dedicated.

As I walked up the stairs of my school to what would be the first ever AP course in my life, my mind raced with anxious thoughts of what lied ahead. I was a sophomore taking AP Spanish Lang, something that my previous Spanish teacher had told me should come naturally due to my Mexican heritage. If only I could believe her, I had spent years trying to Americanize*its a formal essay don't use slang shit like americanize* myself to fit in with those around me.

I am a sophomore at Hamilton Southeastern High school, and currently plan to graduate in 2018. My GPA as of this moment is a 3.33, and I am an A, B honor roll student. Inside school I am a part of the Harry Potter Club, and play quidditch which is a sport having to do with Harry Potter. My aim in high school is to graduate with academic honors. Last school year I was not as involved with the school rather, I got involved with outside of school things. In 8th grade I was a part of the Junior high national honors society.

Let me tell you about two students. Student A attends Brooklyn Technical High School. He was born and raised in Brooklyn, New York, and loves to play sports such as basketball and football. He’s part owner of a clothing brand, and has a passion for video games and computer software; having hopes that one day he will own a software company. Student B has been working since the age of fifteen; at one point having to work two jobs in the same day. He’s been surrounded by gang violence most of his life, and the biggest fear he has is failure. To both my detriment and benefit, I am student A and student B.                                                                                        For most of my life, I’ve been caught in between

What well in your classes? What did you need to do differently? What is your plan for success this semester? In this class, what will you need to do to be successful?

I hate writing tests! It’s as simple as that. I hate the feel of a rough pen on my soft, delicate hands, which have vanquished after putting up a hard fight. I hate my brain desperately struggling to recollect information, from the inadequate study period from the previous night. Most of all, I hate the collecting of the results of an inevitable failure, doomed to face me at the end. Looking back at this picture, of me writing that unbearable test, I remember. I remember a feeling reassembling itself to me in tiny fragments, one by one, and for a brief moment, so microscopic it cannot be measured in time, my heart skips a beat. Then, and then alone I am brought back to that room, to that desk, to that test, and all I feel is hate.

Looking at my results from the previous semesters and the grades I was getting. I decided to meet with my counselor to discuss what I can do to improve my GPA, especially that I was thinking of UC Davis for med school. At the end of the fall semester, I figured that I am more interested in nursing particularly more than anything else. I went back to my counselor and asked him if it’s too late to change from biology in general to a more specific major. This is when he told me about all the different options that I have in my new major “nursing” and how It can benefit me since I can finish earlier than if I were to go to med school. We also started looking at different closer schools to apply for since I am not financially ready to move out

What grade are you going to again? Is what my grandmother asked me as she made her morning coffee. We were having our normal early morning talk as we always did during the summer when I visited her for my summer vacation. Our conversations would always start off the same, she would ask coffee for one or two? I would always laugh and say just one I’ll just have milk and honey. We talked, made jokes, we would even cook breakfast for the family when they would come over. One morning was different I was the first one awake and that never happened! When I went into her room she was still asleep and I tapped her lightly she looked at me and smiled and said I’ll be in there in a little while. I never knew our mornings would never be the same again.

Tiara Soto was very hastened to enter my 8th period class located in the art room along with Sadia Shailah. I’ve Greated them at the door and ask if they were ready to participate. Tiara replie that she does not know if she wants to particacpte with and try to wave me away. I told ive she doesn’t want to particapited in my sewing class, that she has the option of joining one of the other homework rooms. She told me she wasn’t in the mood to do that as well. I back off because there were a new group of girls who were coming into the room, that was extastic about having the chance to sew during 8 perided.

Over the past few months I have learned more about life than the past eighteen years. I have learned that thinking and living in reality makes life more easy. It becomes less complicated when it comes in making decisions. At first, I did not believe this solution works but getting the same results over and over again made me think of it. In this narrative, I will be mentioning about two experiences i.e (1) About my experience in AP Literature Class in High School and (2) My journey through high school especially during the college admission process. Yes, I did take the AP Literature and Composition class back in high school and got a letter A grade for it but why am I retaking this class? Because I did not pass the AP Exam! How can it be possible

During the first semester of my grade 11 year, when I completed Advanced Functions for the first time, I had some personal issues that I dealt with. I was being pressured by my peers and because of this my grades from my grade 11 year changed drastically. It was only when I was about to finish grade 11 and was feeling better was when I had realized that my Advanced Function marks would affect me greatly. So, I decided to redo it in summer school.

It's Darlene Arzate from Tuesday/Thursday math 151 class. I am aware that my grade was on the edge before I had taken the final today (12/10/15). Fall 2015 was my first semester handling four classes, and it was honestly very stressful. I am aware that professors don't just give grades, they simply input what was given. However, I was wondering if there was anything I could possibly do, to at least earn a passing grade? Math has never been my strongest subject but I still spent countless hours studying for this class along with being tutored. The past weeks I sacrificed studying to my full potential for my other courses because my main concern was this class. I am genuinely disappointed in myself because even though I spent so much time and

“Most of you did exceptionally well on this first test, but any one of you with a grade below a 70% should rethink how you study” said my AP chemistry teacher as he passed back the first test of the school year.