Personal Narrative: My Last Semester In Trigonometry

As I look back on my prepubescent years, I remember failing a difficult math test in the fourth grade. I was extremely disheartened. It was one of the hardest tests of the year, but I was determined to pass with flying colors. I had put my utmost effort into solving each of the problems, and I had even studied for days in advance.

My palms were sweating, my heart was racing, I had no idea what to expect or who I was going to meet. I was never the type of girl to embrace new situations, I hated change and I wasn’t very good with meeting new people. I figured once I got to high school it would be my chance to start all over, turn the page in my book of life, and flip over a new leaf. I wanted to finally be the girl that fit in with everyone. I had imagined myself going to parties with big groups of my new friends, having sleepovers and doing all of the things cool high school kids normally do. I was certain that my high school career would be just like one of those really corny teen movies and I would live happily ever after with the homecoming crown and the boy of my

Through determination, I have learned that I can better not just my grades, but by accomplishing goals like joining new clubs and studying harder so that I can push my limits. I remeber struggling with math so much that i thought that i would neet special help in order to pass my classes. But i was determined, my usual stubborness, to succeed. I started buying books on math and studying math equations in my free time. I

All throughout my education I have put forth my best effort, though it did not come easy. I learned early on in school that good grades do not come with little effort; you must put in the time and energy for decent grades because academic success is not a gift. It is a reflection of hard work and perseverance. I have been rewarded for my hard work with a 4.0 GPA and the respectable eleventh spot in my class rank.

I failed AP English. I had missed the second quarter of the school year, almost completely, due to… technical difficulties. I got discharged from the hospital mid-February, and for the remainder of junior year, the majority of my waking thoughts revolved around passing 11th grade. With motivational speeches coming at me from my parents, friends, and teachers, I began to believe I had a chance of passing the year. I did my best, which apparently was not enough. My teacher had picked up on my tremendous amount of effort, and on the last day of school, bumped my grade up to a low D — just enough to pass. I was not exactly about to put my grade on display or anything, but I passed! Technically. This is not one of the underdog-who-succeeded stories. The real success for me was (look away, it’s cliché) realizing my best was enough. I sound disgusting.

My AP Physics C classroom is filled with whiteboards. You can start writing a problem on one board, circle around the room, and find the answer right next to where you started. With a small class of just eight students, application of physics and calculus to real world scenarios is gripping. I remember contemplating during the MLB World Series fervor how long batters had to react to a pitch. My physics class and I were intrigued. We all grabbed Expo Markers and began solving for velocity, acceleration, impulse, all the while keeping in mind cross-sectional area of the ball, the stride of the pitcher, and other minor variables. I modified the problem by asking the class to use Aroldis Chapman (the fastest pitcher) as the pitcher. We spent hours

As a proud feminist, I was thrilled to discover that Columbia Engineering is a 47% women, and that the Dean of Engineering, Mary Boyce, is a woman. My AP Physics C class is heavily males and almost all the girls sit together in the back corner. When I sat front and center in the classroom, boys surrounded me because no other girls braved the front row. At Columbia, I know that I will be in an environment with enough women that we can all sit proudly wherever we feel comfortable, and if women are outnumbered, they will work together to have their voices heard just as loudly.

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.

One time when hard work paid off for me was a year ago. I was a freshman in a very hard school that's grading scale was a around 5-7 points instead of the normal 10. My grades were sinking and sinking until I learned that I may be kicked out if I don't do better. I was frightened, all the stress of high school made me procrastinate and now it's showing in my grades. So when the new advisory came I told myself I was going to study harder and do all of my work better then before, and it showed. I got all of my grades up and in one of my worst classes, Algebra 1, I got an A on the final. I was so excited because I was now able to stay in my school and that I now have the skills to raise my G.P.A. even higher before senior

After reviewing my personal history narrative from the beginning of the semester, I now see that there are some of my perspectives have been altered. For anyone, it is very easy to stay in their “bubble” (their safe zone or routine) and only focus on what matters to them without taking into account outside perspectives. People do this, myself included, because it is easy to ignore the realities of others around you and only focus on yourself. Everything from race to religion is very salient every day, but it is rare that they are spoken of on a daily basis. How often can you recall talking to someone at work or school about their religious beliefs or how it feels to be of a certain race?

During my sophomore year of high school, I was preparing to take the English Regents. I had always been a strong writer however, I was nervous and felt little overwhelmed with the workload. When taking the test, I made sure to take my time and use all of the time that was given to me. When we got our results a few weeks later I was proud to see that I got a 96, which was the best I had ever done on a regents exam. This was a great moment for

In the 7th grade, I tried my hardest at getting good grades. Apparently, I did not try hard enough. Until, the end of the year, according to the good grades I had. At the end of the year, I ended the term with a 4.0 GPA, but what I was not quite happy about were my other GPAs. All of the other terms besides the last term were 3.83, 3.5, and 3.67. The 2nd semester, I had a 3.83 GPA for 2 terms, the 3rd one was a 4.0. When that happened, I was so happy because it was the first time having all A’s. Even in elementary school, I did not have all A’s. But finally, I did it. That day I found out that I was going to have a 4.0 term GPA at the end of the year, it made me feel like I am actually smart. Having all A’s even when it was just your first

I tried all I could, but I just couldn’t get straight A’s. I would get so close, but just not there, all A’s and one B. Then came high school and the high school I went to, the grading system was ninety two and up was an A and eighty three to ninety one was a B, which made it a little harder to accomplish my goal. Throughout ninth grade to eleventh grade I tried as best as I could, but yet again I couldn’t get straight A’s. Then it was twelfth grade and it was my last chance to get straight A’s. It was the last chance to prove to myself, I’am smart and that I can be smart enough. Knowing all of that gave me more pressure to do better and to work harder. So I worked harder and the only thing I cared about was school. I cared so much that I only missed class twice in one whole year and that was because I got really sick. This time I gave all that I could give and tried my best, as much as I could. I also worked as hard as I could, and studied as much as I could handle. So if you're asking did all that hard work really pay off when it was time to check my grades? Yes! Yes it did! I had straight A’s not only for one marking period, but I got straight A’s for all four marking periods. So if you really want something it will come true, but when you think you are working your hardest, you have to work even harder to accomplish your dreams. Also, that even though it might take you many years to

AT time when hard work paid off was when i had to stay on top of my chemistry grade so i had to find a quiet place everyday where i could study for the test and finals so i was practicing everyday till midnight the best part was when i was studying i never gave up i just kept going till i got every problem right. during time school i went to the library study even more and more till i was fully ready and prepared for the coming final test. to myself i was like this hard work will pay off nowhere what as long as i keep going never gave up and put in some time on my learning and studying for hours. the other day i took the final test and got an 99% on it which wast that bad that hard work and putting time in to it really paid off. ill never ever

I was advised by you earlier today and, as I began to enroll in courses for next semester, I realized I forgot to ask about retaking genetics. Would it be best for me to retake it next semester? If so, which course should I set aside for next semester in order to take genetics instead? Thanks for your