Personal Narrative Why I Failed English 1303

When I was failing my reading class I tried to do as much as I possibly could. I went to tutoring to do missing work. Although, I only had a C in that class for like the entire year, that's all that matter to me because I was passing. I tried to turn things on time, which I mostly did expect when I was gone for the day. When I didn’t understand something I’d ask for help, which I had a big problem with asking for help in the beginning of the year because it made me feel dense.

It has been a difficult journey for my first year at Western to where I understood that I will lose my financial aid and my scholarship after spring term. In fall term I thought that I would start a new lifestyle where I can get away from my families issues. My family has been my priority with school since the outcome of my parent’s separation and the financial struggle that my father had to face. However, the issues my family had has followed me to school where it took me away from my school work. I have failed most of my classes fall term and I knew that I can’t afford another mistake. I made it a goal to make sure that I don’t make the same mistake that I did for fall term. I passed most of my classes except for math because of how I wouldn’t asked the professor for of

I ended up failing but I wasn’t to upset since the whole school district ended up failing it was like going to school again. I went to summer school and passed the writing test. Sophomore and junior year were the hardest for me with the writing test. Sophomore year I did not pass my writing and reading, I ended up going to summer school again, and I still did not pass. After not passing the second time my junior year started. The school offered tutoring afterschool and I would have pullouts during my class. Pullouts is where you would be pulled out of a non-essential class for tutoring during school. After I spent all that time studying and practicing I still didn’t pass. I just didn’t understand what was wrong with me, I felt dumb and worthless. Each time I take a test I would pray to god, to help me through it a give me strength. But I felt as though he wasn’t listening to me, I was so ashamed of myself. I know I was at my worst when I was thinking about dropping out of high school. I felt like I failed everyone my mother, father and most of all myself. I had one last time to pass the test before my senior year. At this point, I was over the test I had no courage left in me to fail again But, I had no

I admit, I had a very challenging time last semester, and as a result my grades suffered. I don’t mean to make excuses for my poor performance in school but I would like to explain my circumstance. During my second semester of college I treated my classes like I did in high school thinking I could coast by and pass my classes, but when I noticed how poorly I was doing in class everything was already headed downhill. I started the second

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.

I have found that in all of my semesters here at FGCU this by far has been the toughest for me to complete. There has been lots of hard work put into all 4 of my courses, two jobs, and my level 1internship this semester and I’ve still found myself falling behind in EDF 4470 Classroom Assessment. After a few late and incomplete assignments, I still felt as though I had a chance to regain focus in this course. Unfortunately for me, however, things began to get worst and I became so far behind that there was no possible way that I would be able to complete each missing assignment and pass this course. Once I realized that I wouldn’t be able to withdrawal from this course because I had missed the deadline, without hesitation I spoke with my course

Throughout High School I thought I was proficient in reading and writing in my English classes, from freshman year to senior year English classes were easy and felt I could transition my confidence to community college after graduation until I took the English assessment exam and failed in the spring of 2012. Failing my entrance exam was devastating and I refused to accept my results, I waited two academic year before I can appeal to retest my English entrance exam and after weeks of waiting I was approved to retest. After I retest the results were the same, I was placed in remedial English not only was I devastated again but I personally felt worthless. I did not know what was wrong with my reading and writing but I had no choice to enroll

My Freshman year of college, I was a mechanical engineering student at the George Washington University. It was there that I learned how difficult school could really be. My past schooling experience had not prepared me for this extremely rigorous program. As one of my requirements for the program was a social science, I had registered for a history course my first semester. Unknowingly, I had registered for a third-year history class, clearly not the correct class for a freshman engineering student. I went on to struggle with the amount of work that was assigned for the course including an 18 page research paper. This course, on top of the difficult engineering curricula was extremely challenging. At this point, I also realized that although

In 2014 when I decided to go back to my local community college I was told that I would have to retake my math class. My goal was to pass this class and to be able to move forward in my studies. This is something that was very hard for me to complete when it was placed in front of me because it was by far my weakest subject in high school without a doubt and that was back in 2008 when it was somewhat fresh on my mind. This was now six years later and to be honest I really had no idea how I was going to complete this class. Which made me feel very defeated I felt as if there was no one for me to move forward because of the roadblock.

Students unable to read and/or write at the 12th grade level should be allowed to graduate, regardless. An inability to perform at the 12th grade level in reading and/or writing isn't indicative of inadequate literary competency; one may be capable of performing well at the 10th grade level and with mediocrity at the 11th grade level. Young adults well on their way to graduating and beginning their lives, who happen to under-perform in literary classes their 12th grade year, shouldn't be derailed due to failing a literary class. It's a declaration of failure to students at the end of their grade school tenure, one that has, more often than not, produced catastrophic results.

However, when I got mine back it was a flat out zero, and after class he pulled me aside. In short, Mr. Grove told me that I basically need to get almost all the points remaining in the school year just to pass the class. If I would fail, I would not be able to graduate considering four English credits are mandatory. At that moment I experienced a moment of shock I have never quite experienced before. I had an immediate sense of stupidity. I questioned it. For lack of a better term, I felt like a complete moron. I was so down on myself and all night I thought about what I got myself into. How I was going to get out of this was beyond me and I was lost and hopeless about what to do. I continued to be sad and depressed for a while. My life went from fun to complete misery.

In my 7th-grade history class, I was having trouble with my assignments. At the start of the year, it was all easy for me, but over time, it became difficult. The reason was that I couldn’t understand what’s happening when reading the passage in the textbook. Therefore, I felt that I couldn’t overcome understanding what the tests are saying. I would have just stared at the passages like a hawk during my tests. Eventually, I stopped doing my homework and studying for tests as a result of thinking it was useless to try. At the end of that semester, my grade was a D since I was slacking off. I was truly shocked when I saw my grade because I believed I was going to fail everything.

Hi...I'm a middle school student,and I have been failing tremendously throughout the year. I been wanting to do better but I just interrogate if it still possible for me to pass. That's something I always dreamed of happening but never strived for. I know I will ... I do well if I find it the most interesting things in all my fields and make them distract . I had a 3.0 this year took A. V. I. D (honors class) but even with that I have never got great grades in LaL. Based upon these performances I feel I should just give up the dream I wish to pursue. I want to let you know I honestly never cared about my grades and just enough to get by. Throughout the year was hard the marking period one I did a bad marking period two I did great and marking period three I did normal.

The starting of 10th grade year, I could tell that it was already going to be a hard class. The previous classes would tell us about Mrs. Jackson who taught US History, and how tough she was. Many people recommended to take Regular US History, but I’ve been taking Pre AP Classes since Junior High, so I decided to keep going. Looking back at what I was told, I wish that I would have listened to what they were saying. The first two weeks, we had our first test over chapters one and two, and without a doubt I flunked because I failed to study. As the months went by, I flunked several other tests no matter how many times I cheated or made an attempt to study, and I also never did the homework because I had the worst attitude towards her class.

Only the beginning of junior year, I was afraid to continue the class. I was afraid I was going to flunk out. The class carried on as I sat there day after day with the thought of failing on my mind. However, that only made me even more determined to get a higher grade on the next test. I could not let a bad grade eat me up and demolish my desire to succeed. Later when the second test was passed back, I looked at it, flashed a smile, and flipped through it, noticing only a few minor mistakes. Returning to the front page, I stared at that 92% until the end of class.