Why I Want To Drop A Class

A time that I experienced failure was when i failed my Algebra II class for first semester. My biggest error was that I didn’t retake my quizzes that i failed when i had the chance too. The first 3 months i didnt really tried, I would tell myself that I had a lot of time for the semester to end. However, i regretted it when i found out that i only had a few weeks for the semester to end. I stressed out the last weeks, I couldn’t go to sleep in the night. I would keep thinking of my grade and how i was going to fail the class. I knew that colleges were gonna see my grades for this year, my junior year. I really want to go to college, I want to make my parents proud. The last weeks, i did everything that i could. I did all the missing homework, and I tried to

When I first started this class and learned that we had to write a paper and do a presentation, I was thrown off and didn’t feel that I needed to try hard. I just wanted to hurry up and get this over with so that I did not have to worry about any of it anymore. I set a goal of passing all my courses with a B or better this semester and raising my GPA

Failing means to be unsuccessful in achieving a specific goal, however if your goal is to fail have you succeeded? Failing a class is not always the best way to go, but if you ever wonder how to fail there are plenty of things you might want to do. Failing isn’t always easy, but it’s not too hard either.

Furthermore, I started working on Algebra 2 problems which were a little more tedious than the ones from the other class, yet, they still entertained me. After a couple of weeks in that class, the teacher approached me and asked me if I would like to try a more challenging class; AP Math. I saw it as a good challenge and gave it a chance. Now that didn’t turn out as I expected. The teacher was from a foreign country and had a terrible accent. As a result, I couldn’t understand anything. I felt lost from the moment she started talking to that end I couldn’t follow. I was trying to learn English and had enough with my other classes. I didn’t want my favorite class to become stressful, so I decided to go back to Algebra 2. The teacher welcomed

Failure is a part of life. While many see failure as a negative thing, I have started to see it as a situation that can make you a better person. Failure drives me to never make that mistake again. I first realized this when I took my first AP class and AP exam and received a score of 2. This journey all started sophomore year when I took AP World History. I quickly learned that I needed to actually read and take notes to be able to succeed in the class. It took a few poor grades on essays and tests for me to understand this. Despite this new revelation, I still struggled in the class. When it came time to start reviewing and preparing for the exam, I put an immense amount of effort, but not as hard as I should’ve been. Exam day came and

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

After reviewing my grades and courses taken, I struggled with the first class of attending Capella University. I was still transition from what I was used to into something new . In my first course I received a C in which in the Master’s program is not academically acceptable. However the next course I took I received a B in which I felt I completely knew what I was expecting and the course work expectations. The third class I took was described to be one of the hardest classes of the Capella program in which ranged from writing paper, to running data and describing the data. I attended recorded meeting to ensure I had all the help when completing the class. I was .23 percent away from passing the class with an A . I completed the class with

I have never failed any classes, but have never been a good student. Most of this was due to my lack of motivation when it mattered. If I was interested in the subject, I generally did well in it, because I was motivated. If I wasn’t, I skimmed by in the class. One thing I have realized is that you can’t do that in college. You either get your work done or you don’t, it’s that simple. Keeping myself motivated to do assignments is probably the single most challenging thing about coming to college. But when I get work done, I also have to make sure not to lose

Students are often told that the path to success tends to be a lonely one because only they can get themselves there. For the most part that is true, they must be self-motivated and passionate about their future, but along the way they get to meet special people that want to see them to accomplish their goals. From an early age the relationship built between students and teachers has molded and impacted the student’s life. The relationship they have with a teacher can define the attitude that student has with the subject being taught. A lot of emphasis is put on students when they fail a course and they question their effort. Although, the root of the problem is not always the student, but the method the instructor is using to teach the student.

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.

When I came to The United States of America in August 2010, I came as an international student and in September I started school at Mount Wachusett Community College in Business Administration Major. The first semester has been really challenging. The new language which was English and new academic system were challenging me. That first semester I completely failed. The second semester I tried my best to improve myself and I retook some of the classes I failed in the first semester. But it was not really enough. It is on my third semester that I really did well in all my classes. I could be more comfortable with the school system and with the professors. I was able to communicate effectively in English. After those three semesters, at the end of

Throughout my life, failure has been a constant reminder of how much I more I have to grow and learn. A time when I have experienced a significant failure was in my Calculus AP class. Before this class I would've thought that math was the easiest subject for me, hover, upon taking this course I've never been more wrong. The failure in this class progressed from a D to and F. I was devastated when I realized how inadequately I was performing, compared to previous successes. I remember studying all night for a test just to receive an F on it anyway. It was then that I realized that I was missing a fundamental step in the problem solving experience. Since I usually make really good grades, the thought of having an F on my progress report was eating

Going into the classes, I thought I could do what I had done in my previous high school classes, but little did I know at the time, that that would not work and I eventually had to re-position myself in the midst of this trial. Being that I was not as focused from the start of one of my classes, my grade slipped, and I was unable to bring it back up by the end of the first semester. I was devastated and I attempted to put all the blame on my professor, but in reality, I was to blame. I did not properly take responsibility for my role in the problem, because I tried to convince myself that I put forth my best effort, when I truly didn’t. The feeling of defeat took me over, as in I knew the possibility of me leaving the early college program were high. Fortunately, the principal granted me and others the opportunity to prove ourselves and get better grades the following semester. I was grateful for the challenge, but was stressed from the pressure I felt from family and administrative officials at the time. Instead of

The typical answer every teacher would hope to hear is “yes, I would drop the class and immediately report it”. However, I cannot say I would do exactly that in real life. I would not immediately drop the class if I began to be suspicious, mostly for the fact that I am never one hundred percent sure if what I am suspicious of is true or not. What if it had just been a grading mistake or I misunderstood the situation? Immediately reporting that could cause many issues only to be a waste of time in the long run. Therefore, I would not report the class immediately, though if I suspected it was too easy I may drop the class just because of my individual reasonings. I personally do not like taking “easy” classes unless they are required because I feel it would be equivalent to cheating. Then again, having high school teachers for parents, my thoughts might have been influenced by their complaints about students who take easy classes to get higher grades they do not always deserve. I might tell my peers about my suspicions, but I will not go to any other professors, counselors, etcetera.

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.