Statement Of Purpose: Renaissance Accelerated Math

Struggling with math during 7th and 8th grade would be the most significant challenge I have yet faced. Throughout elementary, math was one of my favorite subjects. Math was my favorite subject because it came easily to me. It was second nature. I would always get good results in math tests and homework. I always felt proud of my math skills. After 6th grade, I was placed in Algebra 1 instead of Pre-Algebra. I thought Pre-Algebra was going to be a breeze. Instead, I began to fail the tests and quizzes. I no longer felt confident in my math skills. I felt disappointed, seeing my grade lower. I no longer understood math. At the end of the first semester, I ended up receiving a C in Algebra 1. For the first time in my life, I decided to ask for help.

Throughout this year, I have learned to work more diligently with my school work. In this class, I learned the many topics and lessons Ms.Cranford provided for me. Putting aside educational lessons, this class taught me to communicate better with people I don’t know. I learned to adapt to a new class. In addition, I

I believe in fighting for your goals and aspirations, and not waiting for things to be given to you. Beginning from day one, the expectations for me have always been straight A’s. This expectation had been fulfilled all throughout elementary school, and junior high without a problem, but as high school rolled around, I noticed I began to struggle with a certain subject. Math had always been my favorite subject, and usually came easy to me. My eighth grade math teacher was very organized and provided us with thorough and descriptive notes daily. I seldom struggled, and if I did, I simply reread the notes and raised my hand. However, my new algebra teacher had a different method of teaching that I wasn’t accustomed to. We rarely took notes, our ‘notes’ were primarily examples, and she was very disorganized. Realizing that math was going to be slightly more difficult this

During my second semester at Southwest Mississippi Community College, I had finally gotten comfortable at the school: I had made friends, and I was doing well in all of my classes. Well, all except for college algebra. I have never been good at algebra; this class was no exception. I tried my very best to understand the material, but my mind just could not comprehend much of the material that we covered in class. Because of my own inability to understand the material, I never finished any of my homework, and I did not do well on any of the tests that I had taken. I had later come to realize that my inability to understand the material was not the fault of anyone but myself.

Junior had a life changing talk with mr. P after he threw a book at him. Mr. P stated that he believed in Junior and that there were better things for him beyond the reservation. Mr. P’s desire for Junior to do better changed his life. I’ve had many teachers that have impacted my life, but the most impactful one would be Mr. Khan, my 9th grade Geometry teacher. Mr. Khan is one of the kindest and selfless people i’ve ever met. I don’t like math and i’m not that good at it, so to some it may be odd that a math teacher would be my favorite teacher, right? But to me, that’s what made him my favorite teacher because he satisfied all my needs and ridiculous questions. He worked with me to help me understand and I could tell that he really cared and wanted the best for me. I realized this about a month ago, when I saw him in the hall on my way to cheer practice. We greeted each other and then he asked,

In my sixth grade year I had a teacher named Mrs. Lambert. She was a great teacher and friend. Close to the end of the year we took an advanced math test to see how much we’ve learned. Unfortunately I wasn’t present the day the rest of my classmates took the test. The next day, my teacher was explaining to me that I had to take the test and so I did. When I received the test I quickly rushed through it. It wasn’t that I was being lazy. It was more that I already knew the material. When I was finished I was sure that I had done a great job. My teacher had told me that if the whole class got a good great then we were eligible for a prize. Then, my testing teacher told her that I didn’t use the rubric or the formula sheet. My home class teacher

As a child, I advanced quite well in math and my middle school saw that and decided to enroll me in a Honors math class. I didn't know what to expect from this class and felt that I wouldn't do well. Me being enrolled in a honor class during my 6th grade year relates to climbing a mountain because when climbing the mountains, it gets harder for you to breathe and once you get at a certain point, you are required to use a oxygen tank to breath. My honor math class is like the oxygen ranges in mountains because as I keep progressing in school, there will be harder task ahead of me, in resemble to the idea of how harder it is to breathe when climbing a mountain. When taking my first honor class, I didn't know what will come out out of it but I knew this was the beginning of my education and I knew in time, things will become tough and harder, just like the lack of oxygen there is when going up the mountain. It gets harder to breathe each time you increase your range going up the mountain, just how life becomes difficult each time you encounter a new

Walking into eighth grade math class everyday made my heart stop. Nothing was clicking for me, I couldn’t grasp what was going on. Numbers were flying around in my brain, while everyone else understood what was being taught. I was frustrated and embarrassed that I couldn’t solve the problems that had been put on the board and would pray my teacher didn’t call on me to solve them. I didn’t understand what I could be doing wrong,

Then, my entire world was rocked. “Finish the math worksheet that you started before lunch. I will collect it when you are done,” said Mrs. Valerie. I thought we were done with that worksheet forever. I brought the piece of paper out, and some spots were damp from my tears. I had to finish this, or everyone will think I am dumb. I tried one last time. I sounded it out again and again and again. Then, everything clicked. It was like the light bulb in my brain exploded. The word “also” came out of my mouth, and when it did, I knew that my troubles were gone. I finished the remaining questions and proudly passed my paper in to my teacher. When I looked around the classroom, almost everybody was done with theirs, and only a few people were

So freshman algebra rolled around and I loved it. After two weeks in the class I was three and one half chapters ahead of the teacher. He would only assign the odd problems for homework, but I’d do them all. Geometry was even cooler. But thinking back, not one of the teachers even commended me for doing so well. My father noticed I was good at it, but I thought he had to tell me I was good; he was my father.

As a student in middle and high school, I was fortunate to have a father who enjoyed pondering interesting math problems

As a student in middle and high school, I was fortunate to have a father who enjoyed pondering interesting math problems at least as much as I did. When I got stuck, he sometimes asked me a question or offered me a hint that helped me to figure out how to solve a problem.

When walking into Mr. Stanlick’s classroom one may notice the colourful posters covering the blank walls and the abundance of inspirational quotes. The busy room, although it may be distracting, instantly put me at ease. Mr. Stanlick had a method of explaining a math problem that made you instantly understand the solution. His confident

It all started on that fateful day. I was in my first block, study hall, one of the hardest classes to fail of all time. It was the very last day of the semester. Wearing my usual, a hoodie and blue jeans; I sat there doing nothing, like everyone else. I didn't have that many classes where I actually do any work. There was easy math, simple Spanish, and effortless choir. We had a substitute teacher for study hall, Ms. Shultz. She was a very kind teacher. Since nobody had homework or anything else to work on, she let us play Pictionary.

Math was my strong suit. My math teacher, Ms. Shumway, started to write down math problems on the board. She told us they were review problems from the past year. At this moment is when my pride got shot down. My heart sunk. My brain went blank. I looked around at the other students as they frantically wrote down the answers. My palms got sweaty. My legs started shaking. My heart started to beat fast. I had never seen math problems like these in my life. I couldn’t figure out any part of it. The problems were so hard that I didn’t know how to interpret them, but I kept trying to work on them. Ms. Shumway kept a fast pace and I tried to keep up, but I kept failing my tests and homework assignments. I had no idea how to do them, and when I asked for help, I didn’t even understand what the teacher was saying. This went on for a few days.