Personal Narrative: My Normal Testing Day

Most people are all grown up when they finally figure out what they want to do with their life. I was 4. I realized what I wanted to be when I attended my very first Rodeo. Even though it was so long ago I can remember that day like it was yesturday. That day got me on the path to my future.

I started my junior year of high school with passing the reading section of the STAAR test as my main goal academically. Of course, grades were the most important but I was really more focused on improving my reading. My English 3 teacher Mr. Frost helped me out a lot throughout this whole process. He would give me sheets of paper full of samples of similar questions that will be in the test and we would discuss them after school was over. The test was on December before the winter break had started. I finished the test with the same question I had when I first entered the testing room. How did I do? I got my results in the first week of the second semester. I passed everything but the reading part again. I looked at Mr. Frost after I looked at the results and I said, “I’m not quitting, I will keep on fighting”. He put his hand on my shoulder and said, “I know you will”, he said with a smile on his face. Despite the results of the test, I wasn’t feeling like a failure at all. I felt like I gave it my all to that test and I was proud of myself. The results may say that I failed but I felt like a winner. But I was still not satisfied. I knew that the next time I took the test it would be the last I will take

Put the gun down! Put the gun down! Pow Pow Pow. The gun shots cracked into the air as loud as thunder. One after another. We live day by day not knowing our end. In the blink of an eye our lives can be changed forever. Its life, yet even in knowing this we never expect tragedy to find us. We never expect it to affect our lives and the people we know and love. I’m going to share with you the day tragedy found my life.

This year started with many changes to my and the other paraprofessionals schedules. For the first month or so I didn’t know where I would be assigned for the day. I started out with Ms. Ireland and her crew of sixth graders. I was comfortable with this assignment because I was familiar with the students. Then we had the turnover of several paraprofessional positions. One left to pursue a different career, another didn’t come back after summer break and another just left. So we were down to a crew of five paraprofessionals when we started with eight. It took some adjustment and some new hires but we finally got to a “normal” schedule and we each knew where we were expected to be daily. (Most of the time)

So when I first got there I had the idea that it was a mock trial. It was not until we start and they started going over the history of the Texas Supreme Court and how they are able to travel thought the state did I realize that the court cases were real. Which, I am glad that they were real cases because that would have been boring if they were mock. So once I got that all right in my head I started to focus on the cases the first one was at some point difficult to follow to quote my friend who’s in high school “I don’t get why everybody is so mad about so ranch there is plenty of it at Walmart at leas that’s what that one dude said”. Now, my friends, he is the class clown, so I knew it was a joke but he did ask me “for real why did he keep

Today we are leaving Concord New hampshire. We are very upset because we loved our visit. We were packing up to leave. We walked down to go eat some breakfast. I got toast. After breakfast we went up stairs to get are stuff to leave. When we hopped in the car we looked out the window of the car.

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I sometimes do somewhat okay on standardized tests because I almost never prepare for the tests but whenever I do prepare for it I feel like I did really good because I study what we did the entire semester or school year. I consider myself an okay test taker because I rarely study for them but sometimes I do, I know that's not going to be a good thing in college or for the rest of high school. I used to be an excellent test taker in middle school and elementary school but I just think that I've been slugging off in high school and I haven't completed all of my work so whenever we have tests I never know what the answers are so I almost always fail them. I mostly always forget about tests, so the night before every test I'm unaware that there

Interrogations started about an hour ago. The whole system is trying to figure out who caused the rabies. Unfortunately for me. I was the culprit and I most likely be caught. I was brought here by a dog that was infected badly. I was only a small bit of DNA at that moment in time. I was transferred when the mangey mutt attacked a german shepherd. Not everyone is claimed to be who they think they are. Anything and everything I touch turns rabid.

Have you ever failed at something so important to you? Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed of driving and feeling the fresh wind in my hair. I turned 15 a year and a half ago and I was so excited to finally get my permit and to live out my dream, but things didn't go as plan. Ben Franklin said it the best when he said “You can do anything you set your mind to” I didn’t believe I could pass the test which made me terrified to even take it.

As I walked up to the Wenshan Hospital early Thursday morning, the excitement was air the as the screening day was about to begin. Hundreds of people huddled around a small podium while the opening ceremonies proceeded. Local politicians and sponsors gave their speeches announcing the mission and thanking Operation Smilie.

I faced a dreaded medical test a few weeks back that required a week of waiting, the procedure and then awaiting results that could either mean clean bill of health or breast cancer. I knew that the chances that it wasn't breast cancer were good, as I'd had a breast reduction a few years back and the mass could be scar tissue. However, I was nervous for good reason. I had 7 days to worry about the needle biopsy. I relyed on consistant diffusing to keep me calm while dealing with my children, one with special needs, that was also going through a tough time, adjusting to change with summer break starting. I diffused Peace and Calming II and wore Stress Away all day long. On the day of the procedure, I became very nervous for the uncomfortableness

The test administrator did not arrive and escort me back for testing until 11:12 am. I was there 25 minutes before the test administrator arrived to get me from the front office of the Lincoln University. When I arrived, there was no clear door signage letting me know where to enter. I walked in on one end of the facility and I looked for signage that would lead me to the testing area and I ask a student where the testing area was, and she recommended I go to the admissions office. When I arrived at the receptionist desk in the admissions office the female associate offered no welcoming greeting. I was asked to sign in and given no directions on how to proceed. I had sat in the lobby and begin to worry if I was in the right department, but then I

School is something that has always been very easy for me. I’ve never struggled with finishing homework or taking test. However, coming into my first classes at UNMC I was fairly nervous. Several people had mentioned to me, on different occasions, that I would be at a disadvantage because I came from a small school where, they assumed, the curriculum wasn’t as challenging. I always have a desire to do well on tests, but this one held a higher significance. It would be the first time my teachers here at UNMC got to see what kind of student I was, and I wanted to set a good impression. So as the first test came around, I studied for it more than I’ve studied for anything else in my entire highschool career. I even helped create a study group that got together the day before the test. We went through all the powerpoints, notecards, and review sheets we could think of. So it was really satisfying, when I got my test back, to see a 100% written across the top.

My problem was a lack of dedication and commitment. Realizing effort and motivation was imperative for future success, I decided to apply myself. I read the diagnostic from my test in detail on areas that I needed improvement on and got going. I spent the next 6 weeks endlessly going through various educational resources such as Free online textbooks, Khan academy and my dusty textbooks from high school. A strange pattern emerged during my late night study sessions, I would often find myself delving deeper and deeper into a topic than what was required for my test, what was once an annoyance to learn about soon became a profound joy. About 3 month peers were graduating, I took my test again and scored in the 95th percentile on every subject. Finally I felt like I had accomplished something, even something as fundamental as a high school