Personal Narrative: Keeping My Grade Up

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

I have failed at something I failed the 7th grade. Everything happen for a reason and it was a major lesson to me. Goofing off not caring and trying to impress my peers was not important and now that I’m older I realized that. I just wish I had somebody to sit me down and tell me that at the time but it was too late it and had already been another year school year. I can honestly say I won’t go down that road again.

Students do a lot of maturing throughout high school; Every new experience, proposal, or person they encounter is shaping them into a new form of themselves. As these students are growing as individuals and finding themselves they are constantly changing their plans for their futures; I was no different.

Since last year was over I was really looking forward to improving a lot next school year. When I got my grades at the end of the year I was really disappointed to myself and I couldn’t help but just hate me for how irresponsible I was and how I hadn't considered all the work my parents were going through to give me a better life and afford my college. I felt really stupid and so I decided to put on a new goal to myself for the next school year (current) and so I’m doing it now. I looked myself into the mirror and said “You better be better next year and make your parents proud of you” I’m glad I made that promise to myself.

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

As a young child, I was timid towards participating in class activities, and I would not seek help if I was struggling because I was terrified of judgement from both my teacher and my peers. I was so insecure about myself, that I became obsessed with the idea that I was obligated to complete any task anyone gave me because I was a burden on them and their life. I would go out of my way to help someone on their homework to my own grade’s deficit, or I would knowingly place myself into the middle of social drama I was not involved in simply because I could not say no. This eventually resulted in me becoming both emotionally and physically exasperated. I began to isolate myself from both friends and family. This way, I could not be held accountable for

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.

Unfortunately, due to unknown circumstances, I am not able to login into the school’s home page to access HAC in order to check my overall grade on this semester’s midterm. So, because of this minor situation, I’ll take a guess at what my final grade came out to be and go on from there.

“It’s not counted for anything so why should I try?” This was my state of mind during Junior High school. I was getting C’s and D’s, at the time; it was fine I was getting by. But what I wasn’t learning is how to study and do homework like a good student.

When I received the grade for my first exam, I was shocked. I was confident in myself but I didn’t think I would’ve scored that high. Though I received an 84, it was the best grade I could’ve gotten. With all the material that the professor went over through lecture and the material from the book was a tremendous amount to remember.

Since I was younger I have always done well in school. As the eldest of six, I expected my younger siblings to pick up this trait and unfortunately some of them did not. As I continued my education I noticed that I did well in school because I worked hard to produce what was expected of me not just because I was smart. My sister specifically does not do well in school and cut her education short after completing Junior High school. I know that she is smart, but she refused to turn in her work and performed horribly on test. Even though she had this problem , she passed through Elementary school and Junior High school by attending both public and secondary/alternative schools in High School she failed every class and could not keep up with

My struggle was school, when i was younger I never wanted to go school but my mom always forced me to go. As I got older, school became a frustration because I had to go for 8hrs, always had homework,and class work to do. Then I started to get bad grades like D, and F my mom wasn’t too happy with my grades, so she began to take away things that I love like games, toys, and my tv,she said if I want my things back I have to make good grades, so I started to do my homework, and class work. When I started doing my work i was getting better grades like A and B but I still hated school.

The first thing I feel like I should talk about would be staying focused in school and in class . The only successful way to get out of school , is to stay focused on your work , mind your own business and doing your work on time . When you eventually get out of Elementary school , your'e gonna want to start focusing harder on assignments mainly because the teachers will have higher expectations for you and they DO NOT care for your opinions or feelings ( its factual ). Dont get caught up in relationships , drama , and everyone else and what they're doing , just focus on you and what you need to do to get good grades .

My brother and sister were in middle school, and they could not understand everything in their math class. So they came to my mother and said that it is hard for them to get a good grade because they did not know how to solve every problem they studied in the class. Since I was good at math, my mother asked me if I could teach them. I said yes because they are my siblings and I wanted them to get good grades. I tried my best to dedicate enough time and effort to teach my brother and sister because I was in high school and I had a lot of stuff to do too. I started teaching them math every weekend and when they had exams or quizzes. Furthermore, when I asked them if they understood what I explained, their answer would be yes and went to watch

I remember the day just like it was yesterday, I was wearing my favorite pair of jeans with my brand new purple shirt. The sky was a perfect blue and the sun was shining through the classroom as I taught my students the difference between adverbs and verbs. It seemed like a normal day, but right in the middle of a sentence, a woman I had seen a few times barged into the classroom. Just by the look of her face, I could tell something was wrong.