Personal Narrative: My Current 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

I have always played the same three sports in elementary school, baseball, soccer and basketball but the summer before 7th grade I wanted the try something new and play football but because I didn't know much about it I was having a hard time deciding if I was going to play or not. But When football season came around i signed up.

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.

After these 2 F’s I wanted to continue being enrolled in course work because I thought I would be able to complete these having learned my lesson with the F’s I got. Very, very wishful thinking. On the first day of the winter quarter my mother suddenly became abusive. I did not inform her about the F’s so that didn’t cause it. It was due to me getting the accounting books that were necessary to do my course work which I bought. She proceeded to physically and emotionally abuse me because of it, but this grew worse and worse in degrees such as threatening to call the sheriff on me for no reason whatsoever. Because I relied upon her at the time for pretty much everything, ranging from transportation to the bus stops and money due to her having complete control over my finances, she was able to constantly abuse at every point in time. Due to the fact that I didn’t have the means to live on my own I was afraid to tell anyone about what was happening, because worst case scenario I would have become homeless. I was afraid for my life and I just wanted it to stop, I never reacted to her during all this, I stayed silent because if I said anything she would have twisted my words around. Due to this I failed assignments in the accounting course, forgot to upload a file in my spreadsheets course, and plagiarized in the English course. After that I didn’t want to continue being enrolled but my mother told me point blank that if I didn’t enroll for the spring she would kick me out. Given this I went against better judgment and enrolled in the spring of 2012. She became however even worse during the spring and I couldn’t handle it so my mind actually broke and I almost became suicidal in nature. This caused me to skip

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.

Seventh grade started off well for me, as most school years did. There was the usual getting used to schedules, teachers, and so on, which always took effect, and then adjusting to who you’re in class with. Well, this and I began my third year of scouting, along with a few of my friends. This allowed us to go camping with each other often, and I enjoyed it very much. All of this held true until around December, so about ⅓ of the way through the school year. This was when my grandpa was sent into the hospital again from a heart problem that he had. When I say “again” I don’t mean that anything had happened too recently, but he did he stay there the previous January before seventh grade. At first, no one in my family worried, but quickly were doubting our initial thoughts. The reason he had relapsed from his previous recovery of the heart condition is because he had taken pills that doctors had told him he would have to take for the rest of his life. This was problematic to him because he had never taken pills for a prolonged period of time before, so after roughly ten months he stopped taking them. He thought he could, even though it went against the doctor's orders, just

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.

Sixth grade the first year of middle school. Some think it will be really hard and some think it will be a piece of cake. For me the first few days are going pretty good. I’ve got all my classes down. There are no mean teachers. Plus, the homework is extremely easy and there is not a lot.

I graded my self in ideas as a three because most of the ideas in my essay were clear but not the best in the world. As for the organization of my essay was good enough for the reader to follow along and was clear. On my voice of my essay was a two because of the way I was not as clear and was a little unsure of what to say in the essay. My word choice was not that good. It was not approptie for my age and it was just using simple words in the whole thing. Then with my sentence fluency was not all that well. It was good but not as good as it could of been. The conventions in my essay was ok so I gave myself a three. There were many errors in grammar and my self repeating my self. These are the reasons why I think I got what I graded myself

I got here at sixth grade late so seventh grade was a full year of Rudyard for me.Almost all my friends were bad influence they would smoke and go do bad things. I was starting to be apart of that group. My main friends in 7th and 9th grade were Eric, Jarrod, and Josh we used to play Xbox all the time I usually never left my house. I was a really cocky student I would never do any work I had all zeros and I used to go to etc all the time. So I wasn’t a very liked student. I dated sam in the eighth grade and I only texted her cause I was too busy playing video games with my friends. Long story short I broke up with her in a text.

My class system experience is somewhat unique. I think I have been in almost all class systems at one point or another. I was born in rural South Carolina, mostly cotton fields and mills. My father was in Vietnam fighting the war when i was born, we started off very poor, my parents were 17 and 19 years old. My family stayed right on the poverty line until I was around 8 years old. My father started his own business and we moved into the lower middle class. We stayed in the lower middle class until I was 20 years old. My father opened a chain of pawn shops and moved into the upper middle class, and eventually to the upper class, however I was a grown man at this point and went back to lower working class. I eventually became moderately successful

My 9th grade year was a memory to never forget. 9th grade, i was new to the school just like the rest of the freshmen's i came into the school with, we were not really focused on the education we were more so focused on having fun and seeing different and older people and just experiencing the life of a high schooler. As bad as that may sound it was the truth but that was the year i meant my home boys Block, Tick and Jalen, i knew block and tick for some years already but i meant jalen when i got to high school and instantly we became close like brothers.

My favorite 8 grade lesson was when we dissected cow eyes. I liked this because we got to learn how the eye works step by step. Each group got to go their own pace and we each got to dissect part of the eye. I also liked it because it was pretty gross and and I wasn’t expecting what would come out of it. Dissecting the eye was very interesting because you got to see all the parts of the eye and how small some can be or even how some parts of the eye are just little holes. While we were dissecting the eye, I was surprised by how touch some of the pieces are. When we were trying to cut the eye in half we had a really hard time cutting through the muscle and fat. After we cut through one part of the eye, a bunch

“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.