Struggle And Failure In Algebra

My heart was beating, and my hands were sweating. I walked into the lifeless classroom with a scruffy board that said: “Algebra 1”. Looking at the ticking clock, I counted down the time so that I can immediately walk out. I struggled and my fear of failure grew. I come from a family that migrated from Honduras to the United States for the “American Dream”. They were never able to receive the proper education, and thus my family is financially unstable and categorized as a low-income family. To make

Imagine me -- a hotshot 14 year old, destined for the Ivy leagues, captain of the JV wrestling squad (weighing in at an impressive 5'3", 115 pounds), and an overall smart alec strolling into high school as if it owed me something. Failure was not a part of my claimed impressive and nothing could stop me from being top of my class (spoiler if you haven't looked at the rest of my application: I'm not). They'd tell me, despite all my prior success slacking off in middle school, that "high school is

Failure is only an opportunity to begin again. To some, taking the Algebra 2 Trigonometry Regents Exam three times may seem like an abasement, but to me, each failure presented a chance to begin anew in achieving my goal; my Advanced Regents Diploma. My first failure discouraged me to the point where, I felt like I would never reach an advanced math level again. The lack of self-confidence that resulted from my sub-par math scores soon began to negatively affect some of my other classes. I quickly

Many lessons can be learned from failure. Many people have failed once in their life which has affected them but also has shaped them into the people they are today. One time I failed was sophomore year math class, more specifically Algebra 2. Now I personally have struggled with math my entire life, but of course, just as any student who struggles with something I just needed help. The first test of the year I ended up failing it miserable. Two weeks in ,and I was already almost failing the class

English remedial course like I did in high school. I was thinking to myself that it was going to be a class where I come in and here the teacher talks about how to read and write properly. Well, I thought wrong. This class has helped me identify my struggles as a reader and writer. I have learned certain methods to help me grow as a stronger academic student throughout the years I will be spending at UTRGV. I came into this class thinking what I could possibly be doing in a remedial class? I failed

times in your life? It might’ve been something you wish you could’ve changed, but you can’t and now you’re faced with that setback/regret. It all started in sophomore year when I was assigned to an Algebra 2 & Trigonometry class. Each year my math course was getting harder and harder to deal with. Algebra 2/Trigonometry was a math course I couldn’t understand. Mathematics isn’t my best subject and even though I get good grades I expect more from myself. I tried almost everything from studying old Barron’s

to think of myself as a failure, but by the end of my junior year I was completely defeated because of a teacher that did not do their job. Math has never been my strongest subject. According to adults that I’ve talked to and spent time with, I have dyslexia when it comes to anything with numbers. I work hard to understand work and pass tests but there are times I end up not doing as good as I hope. One of things I try to do a lot is tell my math teachers that I struggle and could use extra help

have always been expected excel in every single class. This installed this fear of failure in me whenever my upperclassmen friends told me how hard physics would be, because I did not want to disappoint my mother. However, when I finally began to take the class I had the opposite impression than my uupperclassmen friends had, physics was really easy. Physics is simply a science full of graphs, formulas, and algebra. On my first day of school I walked into my class to be greeted by a wacky, super

math program was one of the many aspects that were different in comparison to the village educational expectations that I was accustomed to. My freshman year was the beginning of a burgeoning distaste and struggle in mathematics. The ninth grade is when I had been placed into a year long Algebra I class. The first few weeks went smoothly, due to what I was taught at my hometown, but then I started to fall behind when we began the computer program for math. This was the first time that I had done anything

and middle school, I worked hard and strived to do my best in every subject, despite the difficulty, especially since I typically was the youngest and in the lowest grade in the majority of my classes. Receiving all A’s and only one B in 8th grade Algebra I felt that my final years before college would resemble to the same transcript I had entering high school.