Tom Mccall 6th Grade

Seventh grade removed a major burden on my shoulders. I guaranteed myself that 6th grade was not going to happen once more, I was going to turn in my assignments in on time and keep a steady B, nothing lower. Not a ton has changed going into the next grade, still the same individuals and new coming 6th graders. Three months into the school year and not a solitary C. I knew beyond all doubt that nothing could turn out badly as of right now until "BAM" the math teacher Mr. Groen put my yesterday's test sheet on my work area upside-down. I was perplexed I may have jinxed myself into saying "nothing could turn out badly" and now this was the end. I reached over my desk with my eyes in cringes not wanting to know what I had received. When I opened my eyes, I was in disbelief, I got a D! might as well throw the tip of the iceberg on it and make it an F. I was so distraught at myself that I didn't realize what I was saying. The end of the quarter was around the corner and I expected to knock up that grade regardless. Every day I went to his classroom before and after-school and retook anything. In any case, as I did I figured out I had a C in social studies. The end of everything was the following day and I knew I couldn't alter them now. That day I was not energized for arrival. I refreshed my infinite campus many times to see if my grades were up-to-date but the only thing that did change was my social studies grade to a higher C and

The quizzes were a huge part of my grade, and I didn’t retake them. I was so close to 60% to a D, I stressed out for nothing. My grade was still an F, and in the final i did horrible. I didn’t pass the class and i had to accepted it. I failed and I couldn't do nothing about it. I went to my counselor to ask her if she could change my class to another teacher because i was having difficulty with my teacher. My teacher was the only teacher that would to a quiz every friday. I explained to my counselor and i even begged her to change my schedule. But, it didn’t work the counselor asked me if i retook the quizzes and well i told her no. So, she told me that she wasn’t gonna change my schedule because i didn’t “tried” to raise my grade. At first, i got a mad at the counselor for refusing to change my teacher. But, then after I realize that it was my fault because I never did my quiz corrections and i never signed up for retaking a quiz. After, the semester ended I received my report card for my final grades, and I got really upset because all my classes were A’s except my Algebra II was an F. I didn't get my 5 credits, so now I’m missing 5

In Virginia, it was very hard for a black student to receive a diploma because of the lack of education they received in their schools. Unless they attended a private school, which black children seldom did, they did not receive the same education as white students. Robert Russa Moton High School was one of the first and only schools for blacks in Prince Edward County (Heinemann). This school was built in 1939 to hold 180 students, and it lacked in many common things one may find at a white high school, like a gymnasium, cafeteria, science labs, and sports fields (Heinemann). About ten years later, because the number of students grew from 180 to 400, they built small buildings made of plywood and tarpaper instead of building a new school.

6th Grade: Mrs. McEversons. Moving up to sixth grade was really scary. Actually, not that scary, but it's a whole new school, new friends, and new, well, pretty much EVERYTHING, except for a few of my old friends.

While attending Judson High School in the beginning of my senior year, our advisory teacher Mrs. Evans

when I take tests I hate them very much I don't like to be quiet for long periods of time . I like to talk a lot so so not talking can get very boring for me.I feel like I do good sometimes not all of the time from time to time I may struggle just a bit with the work that I am doing.I would say that I do better in english than i would in math i get and understand the work more rather than if I was to do math I hate that subject i struggle the most in there and i don't like the things that we are learning in there sometimes i can be little bit hard for me to understand because of the teacher that is teaching it may not teach in a way that i may understand very well which may put me a little bit behind and that will cause my grades to go down and a right now i really can't afford for that to happen .

I looked at the book, which was enormously huge, and told myself I was actually going to get this one done. I could not have been more wrong. We were supposed to read to page 30 on the first night, and I barely got through the first page. I kept telling myself, I had to do it or I would fail because I knew I would be tested on it eventually. I had to force myself to read page after page, and try to recall anything from what I had just read. The problem was I couldn’t because it was just a bunch of gibberish to me. When we were supposed to have finished the book, the test came around, and I was so stressed because I hadn’t picked up the book again since like page 5. There was no point for me to try now, I was going to fail. My teacher passed out the test, I hung my head in shame. I took the test, knowing that I had let myself down yet again. I kept asking myself what was wrong with me? Why do I not have the motivation everyone else has to read these books? I honestly think it was because I loved reading so much that I hated the fact I was forced to read books I had no interest in. Around a week later—halfway into another required book—my teacher uttered the words I had been dreading “Your tests have been graded.” My heart dropped to my stomach, I had completely forgotten all about it. I watched as she passed out every one’s test, and I noticed a lot of people looked so shocked. Oh boy, I was in for it now. My

Adlai E. Stevenson High School is a public high school located in Lincolnshire in Illinois which belongs to district 125 and servers the communities of Lincolnshire, Prairie View, Long Grove, and some parts of Vernon Hills, Lake Forest, Lake Zurich, Buffalo Grove, Deerfield, Wheeling, Mundelein, Indian Cree, Riverwoods, Kildeer, Palatine and Mettawa. Students who live in district 125 can be enrolled at Stevenson High School. Stevenson offers its service, in 2015/2016 school year, to 3,906 students. The student body is approximately, White 66.2%, Asian 21.9%, Hispanic 7.1%, Two or More Races 2.7%, Black 1.8%, American Indian 0.2%, Pacific Islander 0.1%. 6.2% of the students are with some disabilities. 0.1% students come from low-income

I really try my hardest in school to get the knowledge that I need to prepare me for college and for my future life after college. There are times in school that I really don't like the teacher that I have and would think that they might give me a bad grade just because they don't like me. Then after a couple days when I am on top of my class my attitude towards the teacher changes and so does my grade but don't worry it changes in a good way. There were times where my grade went down quite a bit because i got sick really bad. Even though I was sick I still tried to go to school so I don't get behind in my classes and miss school just from some dumb head ache or stomach pain. When I did get behind I always still caught back up with my work and

In the beginning of the semester when I was in Reading 80, I was overconfident about my own skills so I didn’t pay much attention to the instructor. I was also ashamed to tell my friends that I had this class so on my way to class I would take detours to the classroom jsut so they won’t know what class I had. I was miserable every time I was in this class. I had a hard time reading and I never understood anything. Every time I would duck into class quickly and pray that the teacher doesn’t pick on me to answer questions from our reading assignment. I was even more embarrassed because it was starting to seem like I do need this class, but I was still denying it. Sometimes to bypass the time I would doodle and procasanite instead of reading. I should have not done that. I was slowly falling behind, but I never talk to the instructor about it. She tried to help me many times but I never use my whole heart to try and listen to her. I acted as if she was a tiger and if I approached her I was going to get bit or something or she probably doesn’t care about me. One day during class

I attended classes, took notes, went to tutoring, and I knew I had studied the material that would be covered on the exams, weeks in advance. I was confident I would receive an 80% on the lab and lecture exam. However, I was disappointed in myself when I received my grades back. I received a 64.0% D on the lecture. The parts of the lecture that I struggled with was the questions about the heart. Especially the pathway of blood. I played a matching game during tutoring about the pathway of blood but on the exam, I could not retain what I learned. I received a 78.89% C+ on the lab exam. I believe I did not do as well as I was expecting to do because I have test anxiety. When we reviewed our exams in class, I had the bad habit of second guessing myself. I should have chosen my first choice, because it was the correct answer. Also, I did better on the lab because I put all my focus on the lab manual and labeling games. In Bio 130 I struggled every time over the lab material, the histology in particular. I was determined to see an improvement in Bio

My Mom and my coaches was yelling at me and I was riding the bench because of my grades I was falling all my class and my mom was not going to have that she said if my grades were not up I was not going to be able to play sports and that all change when I started the book skipping downing On Course.The problems I had before I started the book was that I was lazy and I procrastination all the time never wanting to do my work and never bring home homework and never turing stuff in on time.

The beginning of class was overwhelming and I was feeling extremely anxious as I thought of the test scheduled to begin at nine am. Prior to the morning of class, I had studied for several days, however felt as though the information I had been studying and attempting to input into my brain as knowledge was in fact not transferring to any form of my memory. Studying chapters one to four for midterm felt more so as a refresher rather than studying due to having been tested on the information in previous weeks. Yet when studying chapter five and six for the midterm felt more challenging as there was little to no class time spent on the chapters. Due to lack of class time spent on the two chapters I was concerned I may be studying the wrong information. With all the challenges I believed I was facing, once the test was handed out I felt relieved that I was able to answer questions without great

My worst class experience all started in 10th grade year in an Algebra 2 class taught by Mr.Trichtinger or Mr.T for short. I'm going to tell you the horror he unleashed upon me and everybody else in that class. He could have probably won worst teacher of the year for that season because I don't see how anybody could've topped his performance in that category. I had never met a teacher that went out of their way to start arguments with their students. I had never met before a person I truly hated with a passion all before I met Mr.T.

"Seems to me like a computer error! I recommend asking your teachers about this personally, but I bet they will tell you the same. These things happen!" Ms. Practi - the school counselor - bants. These things happen?! Not this close to graduation! I smile and nod, then thank her for meeting with me. She 's probably right anyways, it was probably just a glitch in the system. But what if it wasn 't? I think. Throughout all of my schooling, I had never been this stressed about my grades.