Personal Narrative: My Grade's Deficit

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.

When I was in elementary I had problems doing my work, and concentrating in class. Second grade was my most difficult grade, because my teacher was so strict and really mean. My second grade teacher would always get mad if we didn’t something correctly. I would be so scared to do something incorrectly, because I would feel like a failure.

Throughout my time at Chelan High School, I faced many challenges when it came to my homework and it took me nearly my whole high school career to realize how to fix it. The problem was how unmotivated and lazy I was when it came to have to complete my homework. Looking back at it now it seems that the solution was so simple, and it is frustrating that it took me so long to be able to self-motivate myself. It turns out that this responsibility was a habit of mind. This habit of mine helped me very effectively and completely changed how I went about doing all my school work and studying.

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

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.

As a seventh grader, I was extremely timid towards participating in class discussions or activities, and I would never seek help due to my incapacitating fear of judgement. I worried my teachers and peers would view me as unintelligent or incapable because I did not understand the information we were learning. This fear of judgement eventually transferred into my social life, and I became submissive and felt inclined to do whatever my peers instructed me to. For example, I would willingly help someone with a project or homework despite the fact that my own grades may suffer by doing so. This willingness to place the needs and wellbeing of my peers above my own ultimately led me to emotional and physical exasperation. I began to isolate myself

Academically, I have improved in class participation and study skills. keeping my grades up is hard to do, I am scared to fail any class that is important to me. I have grown academically from the beginning of the school to now, I am proud of myself to improve in my class than last semester. The only class that I am missing is Culture Geography, I'm worried for that class, but it is not one of the three requirements. I want to pass this grade to move on to the next. I have become a better grade in English 9 because I really focused in that class to bring my grade up.

My current grade is due to my inadequacy of responsibility, my lack of studying for the grammar and reading tests. I have been doing the necessary routine of writing in my planner, filling out the lesson chart everyday, reading Of Mice and Men and turning in the discussion questions, and keeping up with the journal questions. My wrongs are based off not studying and having the likelihood of having significantly low test scores, and incomplete work. My parents use Parentlink but have not been receiving any notifications of my grades. My parents use to check Campus Portal to check it daily for missing work, which I’ve explained they have not been getting notifications from, exceedingly explains most of my missing items. My grade is lower than

My 9th grade year was definitely something to remember. In the beginning it was kind of hard because I’ve always struggled in math, but I always had enjoyed history and I was very excited to take AP Human Geography. However, the class didn’t exactly go as planned. It happened to be my worst class, and the class I struggled with the most. About a month into school, one of my mom’s best friends who previously had cancer, got cancer again. It was really hard on all of us, but it was so sad to see him in the hospital, although he did look better at that time.

How to start? Well it was 5th grade; and I went to creeds elementary school where we had two separate classes. Each class stayed together and moved to different subjects as a group. During the Second Quarter a new student joined our 5th grade class and I remember first seeing her in the hallway and I was like “dang who is she”. Later I found out her name was Harley. The only problem was that she was in the other class. So when we would get ready to switch subjects we would be able to see the other class in the hall. This quickly became my favorite part of the day because that meant I got to see harley in the hallway.

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.

One time I failed was when I got an D on a math quiz a long time ago around 2nd grade. Instead of crying and being all melancholy about it I decide to get the test and asked for my Mom for help on the test. The the problems I got wrong I needed to go over it and do them again and again till I got the answer. Once I did the problem over and over again I learned my mistake. Once I went over the answers till I got them right it made my grade bump up my grade dramatically to a B. Ever since that time that I got a bad grade on a test and I revised my test. Now every time I don’t feel happy with my grade I will always see if there is a way to fix my grade. Even if I cannot get a better grade I will see the question I got wrong and redo them. Now

Stepping onto sticky white tiles and blending into the hustle of people shuffling to class seems simple. Sitting on worn plastic chairs and rustling through my backpack for a pencil also seems simple. However, as I straighten up and listen to my friends talking about their weekends at church retreats and mass, everything becomes a little more complicated. As a Hindu, I hold different beliefs but have, nevertheless, learned to collaborate with others around me of diverse backgrounds and religions.