Personal Narrative: My SAT Tutoring Program

The moment I entered the classroom, I was greeted with a warm welcome; every student felt a sigh of relief as another person could help them throughout the course. The Math 9 class I peer tutor is mostly filled with students who I believe have the ability to succeed. When Ms. Punj told the class to pull out their assigned homework from their bags, she told me to go around and check if every student had completed their homework completely. When I was checking their homework, I noticed that many students had done a prenominal job in the way they showed their work. However, some students did not meet Ms. Punj’s expectations. It seemed to me that they had just copied the answers from the back of the textbook because they had not shown any work.

While I cannot think of any one single episode in my past that has led me to consider furthering my education, I do think that there have been many points in my life that have helped me reach this pivotal moment in life. I think that I should start from the very beginning. I am the 4th of 5 children; three of which have earned their BA degrees. Growing up, we were poor as both my parents only had their high school education and were raised in the segregated south. Even though there were economical and racial hardships that we had to overcome, I loved growing up in the country of Jackson County, Florida. My parents were hard workers and instilled a strict work ethic in us all. Even today, I try to adhere to my upbringing and apply this work

My precalculus class was a place where not only math lessons took place, but life lessons as well. The math course I was taking for my junior year consisted of learning algebra 2 in the first semester and pre-calc in the second. Math had always been smooth sailing for me during grammar school and the first two years of high school. I rarely felt thet need to study for math and still passed my tests and quizzes. That was the case unil second semester came along. My smooth sailing math boat hit an iceberg just like the titanic. I had done poorly on a math quiz. At that moment I realized that you only out what you put in. Precalculus was not as easy as I thought it was going to be. I aget m actually glad that I did not do so well on that quiz

For example, when my grandmother was young, she used to dream about being surrounded by a loving family. She was an orphan. She often tells me stories about how she would lie awake at night dreaming about just that. Many kids in her orphanage used to tell her that none of them were ever going to have a life like that “Why would we?” they said, “can you not see not even our parents wanted us!” Despite all the harsh words, she kept on dreaming and overcame all her obstacles and has reached her goal. Even though your goals might seem impossible, if you dream big you might get just that.

Throughout my educational experience I noticed the discrepancies with regard to the advantages my peers possessed. In high school as I began exploring what career I wished to pursue, I experienced inferiority as my classmates who’ve taken the ACT three times, visited college campuses, and have had resumes ready since the 6th grade unintentionally mocked my lack of college-readiness. However, my ignorance wasn’t intentional, my parents never reached a high school education in Mexico, they couldn’t pass down SAT tips or acquire internship opportunities for me. I realized it's vital to pick up the pace to avoid being left in the dust akin to countless others in my situation. Henceforth, this statement resonates with my experience, I interpreted

My SAT scores aren’t the best because I lacked motivation to learn in high school and barely studied before taking the test. However, after graduating from high school, I stopped playing video games, which took a big part of my time, and motivated myself to become a life-long learner and improve every day. For example, during my first year at IU, I worked hard to be involved in campus organizations such as the Toastmasters Club and the Kelley Student Government while also working hard to get a 3.8 GPA. As a result of this effort, I got accepted into the Kelley School and the Business Honors Program. After transitioning from an average student in high school to a high achiever in college, I realized that any goal is achievable if one if willing

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.

43. I stared at it. The red ink. The marks all over every minute detail of my paper. I glanced over to my left. 96. I snuck a peek to my right. 87. I discreetly spun around to three others behind me. 91. 80. 84. They were always goofing off and making smart remarks, how could theirs possibly be higher than mine? She gazed smugly around the room. “That was one of my easier tests and the results show it,” she proudly proclaimed, “the majority of you did an excellent job. This really is a smart bunch. Those of you that didn’t do so well should’ve gone to tutoring.” I did go to tutoring. In fact, I had gone to every tutoring session that week and the week before at my mom’s request.

Tutoring help me by improving my grades . I started going to torturing when I was in second grade. Second grade was hard me because I didn’t do my math ,english,science homework and I was repeating the second grade which was harder because the work was different from my old school. Also,the work was difficult to keep up with , so I told my mom if she can sign me up for tutoring. It took her two - three weeks to find me a tutoring club. which it help me in life.

I find myself reading this short paragraph over and over(above). My topic sentence makes me happy and proud. Going back to school was the best thing I have done. I chose to talk about going back to school to the “future employer” because it shows I am motivated as well as dedicated. This class has brought a lot to my attention. The mannerism that is expected in the “business world” is to speak and write well. It is extremely important to know how to write (type) a meaning full and proper paper whether it is for school or work. I have noticed a great impact in my vocabulary and writing skills. My boss told me on Monday he is impressed with the new docs I typed up for our new clients (with no help from him). I was not excited about this class

Starting in October, and continuing until March, I completed over ten hours of service to those in need. In late October, I participated in the fall festival by “scaring” younger children who went on the hayride. Later, in February, some of my friends and I played bingo with the elderly at Sunrise. In February, as well, I visited my great grandpa, who I rarely see, with my dad and spent time with him. As I began to notice that my neighborhood was becoming dirty, in March, I spent about an hour picking up trash in, and around, my neighborhood. Since the beginning of the year, every Tuesday at lunch, I helped a fourth grader with reviewing what they were currently learning, otherwise known as peer tutoring. Through my actions, I helped others

Now let’s quickly close this protracted (slide rule scaled) essay by skipping over the gaping and barren caldera that is my Public School education, where I studiously avoided the pre-med Math and Science track - since I don’t plan on becoming a doctor or a mathematician, in favor of Castle’s (almost but not quite) nationally recognized Media Arts Program - since I do plan on pursuing the Arts, diving deep into the (Liberal) Arts and Languages - Pidgin, Spanish, French, English & Writing classes, to emulate the trail-blazing trajectory of my older (and similarly math-phobic) sister Maria, so like her I too might procure a Kenyon Film degree and secure my fame and fortune and everything that goes with it - I thank you all (and one day The Academy)

I was in 7th grade and didn't know everything was about to change. My mother wanted to get a job and this meant she wouldn't be able to be my teacher anymore. My parents decided, after three years of homeschooling to send me to public school. This was so it would be easier for my mother to get a job and not have to deal with being our teacher as well, because that would be too stressful. I didn't know very many people and wasn't used to being with large amounts of people for long periods of time. Eventually, I got settled in and started to make friends.

My friend B____ spent her whole summer doing one of those expensive SAT prep courses. 5 days a week, 5 hours a day. Most people would be glad to have not been in her shoes. Glad to have spent there 2 months of freedom sleeping in or enjoying California’s sunny beaches. But I couldn’t and still can’t help but feel a little jealous. Jealous of how good she’s doing. Jealous that she could afford such a well acclaimed course, while I was stuck with a SAT book. Mostly though I think the jealousy stems from the fact that I’m just anxious. Every day that goes by is valuable.

The progression of my education goals are as follows: My short term educational goal is to accepted as a nursing student here at York Technical College. My next goal will be to graduate from the nursing program as a Registered Nurse.