Personal Narrative-It's Time To Write-Up My Grade

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

Throughout my childhood I could never say I had the most exciting life, even now I can still say that about my daily routine. Although my family put effort into nurturing me into a well-rounded member of society since youth, I never felt any change or progress personally; it was more as if I simply adapted to whatever expectations my elders had of me. I know this feeling did not apply to me only, in fact, I was once in a classroom full of fifty-two people who accommodated to whatever came their way.

My Junior Year of high school just recently started. I have learned so many different things while attending high school, and still have over a year to learn even more. As Matthew Kelly said, “whether you are sixteen or sixty, the rest of your life is ahead of you. You cannot change one moment of your past, but you can change your whole future.” This means while I have done a lot in my past, I cannot change anything that has already happened, but I am able to change my future. One of the most important things that I am involved in right now is school. My first two years at CBHS were good, and I made decent grades. Some of the grades that I made I am not very happy with now but I cannot change that so I need to focus on my grades right now because those are the ones I can change.

When one enrolls into an honors or advanced English class, there are many worries that come to mind. These worries create thoughts such as ‘Am I a good writer?’, ‘Will I pass?’, or ‘How do I even start a paper?’. My teachers never specifically taught me to write. My teacher that I had for 9th grade English and my 10th grade honors English class always gave good grades. Once I got into my first AP English class, I felt as though my writing was inferior. In my distress, I went to the internet and I found that you do not have to be gifted in academic writing to get good grades on your essays, I found that organization is the key to writing a powerful essay.

My senior year AP English teacher is well known throughout the school for being the hardest grading teacher there is. An argumentative research paper comprises a significant part of our grade. Although he assigned us the research paper at the beginning of the year, most people procrastinated until it was due in two weeks. I along with handful of people had finished and turned it in two weeks before the due date. My teacher quickly reviewed my essay and said to the class that I had written a good paper. This prompted a wake-up call for the whole entire class. Word spread, and I found myself surrounded by many people who desperately needed my help.

A few months into this program, I fell flat on my face. I had been doing well juggling the ever-growing list of assignments, until we were assigned Lab Report #1. The science concepts went over my head, resulting in false information as well as a poorly written, list-like paper with many mechanical errors and no flow. Once I received the rubric in my mailbox, I was completely devastated and disappointed in myself, this was the first time I failed. In that moment, I decided to rebound from this and not let it define my year, so I met with Mr. Mercurio and rewrote it, most of it from scratch. Recently, my rewrite appeared in my mailbox, and on it, Mr. Mercurio said, “This is a drastically improved version of your Lab Report.” Still, it

It’s ENC 1101, Not knowing what to expect I entered the room with absolute fear, after all it was my first year of college. Although I’ve never been quite fond of English in the past, I’ve always excelled in the subject. I had yet to work for my grade and no English course I had taken proved to be a challenge through my eyes. I am a huge procrastinator, if not one of the biggest when it comes to assignments. I most likely wrote papers the night before or the day of and still managed to average an “A” on all of them. This bad habit led me to believe that I was cheating myself. Throughout my scholastic years I always had the mentality of asking “what could this class possibly teach me that I didn’t already know?” I believed that my writing

Tears stung in my eyes as I gazed down at the dreaded product of neglect, already feeling a cold weight tug at my heart. Looking at my practice log, I determined that within the twenty-four hours remaining before it was due, I needed to make up the eight hours of practicing I had been lazily putting off. After informing my mom of this impossible feat, she told me that I would not be staying up past midnight to practicing as a meager attempt to salvage my grade. The next day I turned in my log with a hint of discouragement as I awaited my grade. I didn’t fail the class, but I still had to live with the knowledge that I could have done better. I tried to justify what happened by saying I wasn’t used to Jr. High with its additional seven classes,

At the start of the 2015 fall semester I wanted to maintain my 4.00 GPA that I had achieved from taking college courses in high school. A couple of weeks after the semester started I took my first test in each of my classes. I was pleased to find out that I had made a hundred on my first accounting test after putting in so many hours of studying, and then I found out that I did great on my business analysis test as well. However, I did not do as great on my first business computer test, and even worse, I made a “C” on my biology test. So all of a sudden my dream of maintaining a 4.00 GPA did not look so good. I decided that I would continue to study the same way for both my accounting and business analysis classes since my scores turned out so great, but I changed the way I studied for the other two classes. A couple more weeks went by and it was time

I just got the emergency schoology notification that my Pre-AP English 10 grade has slipped below a D. I was very confused at first because I thought I had submitted my passion paper on the 29th like everyone else, but when I went to the submission summary tab it said I had not submitted my assignment. When I submitted my paper on the 29th it gave me no error notification, so I figured there wasn't any issues since every previous issue I've ever had gave me an error message. I am very sorry on my lateness for this email, it is long overdue. I noticed you signed me up for collaborative time on one of the days I was sick, and left a comment in infinite campus. I'm so sorry this happened, my disorganization coupled with my poor

This passage reminds me about a pen pal that I used to write to every month in grade five. However, when I was in grade seven, I lost contact with her as I didn't receive any letters back from her for over a year. Even though she stopped replying me since grade seven, I still continue to check my mailbox every day hoping to receive a letter from her one day just like what Liesel did in this passage. Also, for the first few months, I would always be worried about her and wonder what has happened to her. As a result, I had many sleepless

First I think I deserve this type of grade because it’s a good grade. Everyone knows that. Teachers tell me all the time that they are glad I pay attention. They also say its good to just do the work and

“Ring” did you hear that.That was the bell. Second semester started, The first semester went by fast. The first semester was hard I got bad grades.My Goals for this semeser are to do better in my classes.

My time in High School was made difficult from the constant strife and conflict between my parents. This made my home an unstable environment not fitted for learning or growing as an individual. As I got older and closer to graduating High-School, I began to find my own voice with the help of my mentor Rahn Fleming, which occurred at the end of my junior year. As a result, I came in control of my life and the constant feuding started to die down. No longer did I have to worry about the next scheduled court date, or the next time I would come home wondering what may await. I felt like I was always walking on broken glass for the longest of time throughout my life, until I began to voice myself and what I wanted. My parents came to realize this

Growing up, achieving near perfect grades in school quickly became my utmost priority. I excelled in nearly every subject, particularly math, all throughout elementary, middle, and most of high school; however, this year, my senior year, I had experienced what I’ve always considered to be my absolute worst nightmare: receiving a low test grade in a math class.