Personal Narrative: Why I Hate Science Class

I have been progressing fairly well on my learning goals for semester 1, from the beginning of semester 1 until now from learning about anatomy to physiology and to hands on techniques. I cant believe my own self that in such little time that I have learnt so much. One of the things I have learned so far is the muscles origin and insertion following the bones of the body this allowed me to apply my knowledge on hands on experience such as palpation of the bones and muscles. Another thing I learned in this semester is from physiology class learning about the cardiovascular system and blood flow this allowed me to apply my knowledge from that into my clinical assessment for taking blood pressure and vitals for a patient. Overall I think my learning

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

This semester I have grown as a student by doing better in my classes. In my biology class, I have grown as a student in my ability to have knowledge, also I have grown my ability to communicate with others. During my second semester, I have improved in my biology class for college and career readiness because even though we're not in college, we get treated as if we were in college. I have improved my ability to communicate with others in Chinese. I have been able to introduce my family in Chinese characters. This year has prepared me even more to understand and communicate better with others. I gained knowledge this semester which helps me communicate with others and show, how I have grown as a student.

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.

2:07. Only 38 minutes left of Ms. Leece's AP Physics class. I continued to look straight at the board. I had perfected the appearance of paying close attention to the teacher, but then again that didn't take much.

When I was in science class, hardly anything ever happened. My teacher, Mr. Lago, told stories of his childhood and occasionally showed us images from his trip to Africa on the old-timey projector. When he wasn’t gloating about his children or explaining things from his past, he also occasionally taught us a little bit of actual science. You see, I was never fond of Mr. Lago. He had that old person smell about him, and definitely had favorite students in his classes. I was never one of the favorite students, which is a shame because I tell myself if that class had any sort of actual science behind the grading, I would be closer to the number one student than the 11th (out of 12).

My moments as an Olmsted Science club member have created noteworthy experiences with my peers and mentors. In sophomore year of highschool, I was unsure as to how to venture out in my interests outside of class hours. After hearing an announcement on the school’s intercom, regarding students who are interested in the entering the STEM field, I knew that I must join. When I entered the club, I saw the science club instructor, Mrs.Pryor-Moncrieff, and several students that I was already friendly with. This was the start of a close knit community that I will continue to be in until my highschool graduation.

What well in your classes? What did you need to do differently? What is your plan for success this semester? In this class, what will you need to do to be successful?

Days passed nobody noticed that I was actually a year younger than everyone else. Two boys sat with me and continuously asked me for help. One day RJ (one of the boys) asked, “How are you so smart?” I whispered back “I am actually in seventh grade.” Matthew and RJ believed that it was admirable that I was a year younger, and felt slightly uncomfortable asking me for help. Word eventually got out that I was a seventh grader in an eighth grade math class. My classmates, who were a year older were then looking to me for help.

Throughout high school, I always took more challenging courses, such as advanced placement chemistry. When our class took the Chemistry Olympiad Test I had the third highest score in the class and later passed the AP test which earned me college credits. I also took college night course to give me a head start in college. I was a member of The National Honor Society. When I graduated with honors from Oak Hill High School in 2015, I was in the top 10 percent of my class. Currently, I have, or taking now, upper-level classes such as statistics 211 and English 305. Since I am a student athlete I always strive to push myself to be better, both physically and academically. I am very involved in WVU Tech Biology Club, so I volunteer frequently. Recently,

As a young child, I was timid towards participating in class activities, and I would not seek help if I was struggling because I was terrified of judgement from both my teacher and my peers. I was so insecure about myself, that I became obsessed with the idea that I was obligated to complete any task anyone gave me because I was a burden on them and their life. I would go out of my way to help someone on their homework to my own grade’s deficit, or I would knowingly place myself into the middle of social drama I was not involved in simply because I could not say no. This eventually resulted in me becoming both emotionally and physically exasperated. I began to isolate myself from both friends and family. This way, I could not be held accountable for

My Catholic high school tried to expel me when I came out. It all started junior year when one of my classmates asked me if I was a lesbian. No one had actually ever asked me before, so I saw it as the perfect opportunity to finally get it off my chest. Of course there was scandal because it was high school and I was the first person in my grade to come out. A few people approached me with reverence, they thought what I had done was courageous. When the hype and gossip died down is when things took a turn for the worse.

My class system experience is somewhat unique. I think I have been in almost all class systems at one point or another. I was born in rural South Carolina, mostly cotton fields and mills. My father was in Vietnam fighting the war when i was born, we started off very poor, my parents were 17 and 19 years old. My family stayed right on the poverty line until I was around 8 years old. My father started his own business and we moved into the lower middle class. We stayed in the lower middle class until I was 20 years old. My father opened a chain of pawn shops and moved into the upper middle class, and eventually to the upper class, however I was a grown man at this point and went back to lower working class. I eventually became moderately successful

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.