2.32. The number that looked me in the eyes my first quarter of Junior year and told me I was a failure. 2.32. The number that causes a chill to go down my spine. Asking to go to the bathroom during class so I could make sure that I read this right. Could it have been a mistake? I'm sure I got more B's than this. 2.32. I had chosen to blame my father for this hideous GPA. I had chosen to blame my teachers for buying their teaching license on the internet. I blamed everyone else, but the one who was most guilty was looking back at me in the mirror. I had been the cause for this junky GPA. I had let all the events in my life get to me and expected that I would get my usual GPA by never doing work, never asking for help. I had isolated myself for a few months, I couldn't do homework …show more content…
My father had fallen ill and was in the hospital for 2 weeks. Coming from a Latino family, I knew it was serious. Men don't go to the doctor unless they really feel like they're on their death bed. And this was my father's turn. But, he is not to blame for my failures because every night that he would call me, his first two questions were always "How was your day?" followed by "Did you do all your homework mija?" As always I told him yes when I really hadn't even opened my backpack. 2.32. The number that signified my first real academic failure. I blamed everyone and anything except for the real culprit. Finally, I realized that this was true all my own fault. If my father had died, I would've had to see him on his death bed knowing I got a 2.32. Yes, I know a 2.32 isn't failing, but the look of disappointment I got from him shattered my world. He told me I shouldn't let things get in my way, school is all I have going for me in my life. He was right. Although he still struggled with his health, I made it my #1 goal to never fall below a 3.0 GPA. I realize that my life doesn't revolve around a number, but it pained me to disappoint my
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Growing up, my father’s absence played a major factor in my stride for success. His absence was the scapegoat for why I always felt like I may not be good enough – or why I’d be looked at as an outcast. I’ve always made it my first priority to overcome his negligence by attempting to do my best in school – earning good grades, joining school clubs, giving back to the community. However, never did I receive the recognition I’ve always dreamed of and never was I satisfied with my outcome, but never did I think that I would find through the one who seized it all.
I have always set high goals for myself, never settling for failure. Last year, in my first year of high school, I wanted to maintain a balanced life between studies, social life and health. I challenged myself by taking the hardest classes I possibly could. I was constantly staying up until the break of dawn, and then peeling my eyes open each morning just in time to get to school. On weekends, I would spend the whole day hibernating in bed. My eyes felt sunken into my head, constantly drooping with dark raccoon circles. I was falling behind on assignments, and my brain was fried. While taking a biology
It was the fourth year of my school carrier. In other words, the year of truth if I would make the cut to the higher education track. I was nervous because I knew that I would be capable of going this route, but I the feeling of concern was stronger because I haven’t had performed very well in my fourth year so far. At the end of the school year, I received the shocking news that I didn’t make the cut to go to the school which would have had allowed me to go to University later on in my life. I was sad, disappoint in myself, and lost self-esteem in my educational abilities. At this time, I was more embarrassed then able to realize the real benefit of a system which early on tracks children’s
My story began on a cool summer’s night twenty short years ago. From my earliest memory, I recall my father’s disdain for pursuing education. “Quit school and get a job” was his motto. My mother, in contrast, valued education, but she would never put pressure on anyone: a sixty-five was passing, and there was no motivation to do better. As a child, my uncle was my major role-model. He was a living example of how one could strive for greatness with a proper education and hard work. At this tender age of seven, I knew little about how I would achieve my goals, but I knew that education and hard work were going to be valuable. However, all of my youthful fantasies for broader horizons vanished like smoke when school began.
Last Semester GPA was a 2.8. I know that is an acceptable grade point average. I will work hard this semester to do better. The grade point average makes me upset, makes not want to continue school.I will be lenient given the circumstances I made myself face. I have many reasons on why I received the grade point average that I did.I have not grown much since arriving on campus. What kept me on track in some of my classes was writing everything down on my agenda or calendar. Also I studied when it was convenient. I also completed my assignments on time and done them when ask to. What I did not do was studied when I needed to, ask for help when I needed it, have access to necessary materials, and have a work schedule to get everything done.
While looking over my transcripts, I observed that my grades for the most part either remained bad or got worse second semester. Despite how I perform in those classes I have the easiest time understanding math, and the hardest time with history. The trends in my transcript correlate to how I’ve been my entire life, I give up easily. Once the smallest thing goes wrong I give up rather than trying persevering. I choose to keep rolling down a hill because it's easier, rather than to push myself to climb it.
A lot of my classmates taunted me for receiving good grades on all my tests. It was obvious that I had different morals than they did. Their parents did not care what grades they got. My parents were never harsh, but they would always make me feel guilty if I did not receive high grades on my report card. At times, I would feel pressured to not preform exceptionally in school because of the constant verbal abuse. In fifth grade, I received my first ‘D’ on an English test because some of my classmates dared me not to study for the test that week. Lucky for me, I had very supportive parents unlike some of my other classmates. They explained to me how important it was to maintain a high GPA; I would go much farther in life than they would because of my academic drive. I took their advice to heart and from that moment on I never let negative peer pressure effect how I performed in
In my junior year, the pressures of life came rolling out like a storm thus contributing to my decline in my GPA. My fifty-seven year- old mom became hospitalized for 2 weeks during finals during the second part of the semester. She got into a bad accident on her job and she had to receive immediate surgery and had to get 9 plates in her ankle. This did so much damage to me emotionally. My mom always taught me to be strong and she is indeed a workaholic. This is where I get my drive from. But I shed tears because she live...
I knew I had hit rock bottom when I received my grade card and most of my grades where Cs and Ds. I was so disappointed in myself, things were not going the way I had at all imagined. But why was I upset? The grades I received were my choice, I could have gotten As but I lacked enthusiasm greatly. It wasn't until my junior year, which I'm currently in that I set a goal to be the absolute best version of myself. My junior year I realized that I wanted to make a difference in society and the only way to do that was to start with myself. I told my parents that it was time for me to go back to regular school. My parents and I both knew I had been well underperforming in my past years. But instead of hanging on to the past, I’m working to build an even stronger future for myself. My drive begins with accepting my flaws, I will never stop reaching for my
With ups and downs in my career and my personal life, I have become stronger, more modest and grateful for all the chances that life offered. I have always been one of the top 10 students in class. But, I wasn’t able to perform my best in my third and final years of dentistry due to some distractions at home. But my mother always encouraged me with the thought that a failure is life’s way to make you better at something, for which you must keep trying. Holding on to that thought, I worked even harder and not only proved my merit in my second attempt, but got a better conceptual understanding about the subjects than most students around
During my freshman year I was getting horrible grades all year round. I was put into the STEM (Science Technology Engineering and Mathematics) program by my dad. He wanted me to be some type of genius at the time, but I didn’t think I was. I was super lazy with playing video games all day and watching netflix until i fall asleep. Heading into school I was able to average a 2.3 GPA the first semester of freshman year. The only thing I was good at was being able to play football. With the school affecting me I would always fall asleep after school and never do my homework because I was depressed from my grades and I was exhausted from football every day.
It was my fault, no one else’s, the time where failure hit harder than someone beating a drum. End of spring 2013 I found out that I was repeating the grade all over again, never have I imagined myself being in that position till that year. Leading up to this was beginning of ninth grade year, terrified knowing that I wasn't going to know anybody I was going to be alone. I went through so much emotionally it began to show the first few weeks of high school. Constantly having anxiety attacks where I end up staying the entire day in the office since I kept crying eyes out.
I could have been a super senior or a drop out altogether. I could have been a father struggling with finances. I could have been a drug addict and not be writing this three page essay that ruins weekends, and for that I am thankful that my dad didn’t let things slide that weren’t right. I am kind of happy he threatened me with military school when I was in middle school, I was a handful, I would get kicked out of class constantly but I stayed in school, years later I would be walking down my high school football stadium class of 2016 for my graduation, both my parents stressed it that it was the utmost importance to graduate, both my mother and father pushed me to get good enough grades to graduate. My dad would try to teach me math, I hated math so much it was my least favorite subject, I was more of a history type of guy. He would try his best to help me in school, but i just needed the motivation to get me started, I personally didn’t think i would graduate high school, he gave me the courage to do so, it was a requirement to him, I see some kids drop out or go to adult school to get a G.E.D but having a high school degree was better, I still got to enjoy my years as a teen, having fun with friends, hanging out, I just had to follow certain guidelines to not get me into trouble. In highschool I was never a bad kid though, it was in middle school I was a little shit who thought i runned things but no, my dad was the big boss. The most i probably got in trouble was when I came home really late around 12:00 AM with my girlfriend, but he wasn’t mad at the fact I was out with her very late, it was the fact that I didn’t let him know where I was, he started to loosen his grip about me going out slowly over my four years in highschool, I just needed to tell him I was getting home late, and there shouldn’t be a problem what so ever. Even when I go party my dad wants me to be safe, I tell him who I go with and
I was on track to become an honor grad. I was just barely above the required GPA, and I had the perseverance to keep putting all I had to reach my goal. Through my first 3 years of high school, I had above average grades, and put everything I had into becoming an honor grad. But in the middle of my senior year, “senior-itis” started to kick in. My grades had begun to drop, and the perseverance that I had started senior year with had vanished. I was accepted into college, and I no longer found a reason to continue to study like I had in the past. I stopped studying for tests, and I basically stopped trying. I would get “sick” a few times a month, and miss school. This was out of the ordinary for me. I was the kind of student that missed two or three days a year. Since I wasn’t in school, I missed a lot of lectures, and missed a lot of assignments. These assignments were graded and I could make them up, but I only did the things that were easy. Whenever the third grading term was over, which was the cut off for grades that counted to become an honor graduate, I had found out that I no longer had the GPA to be an honor grad. I had missed it by just one percentage point. At this moment, I realized that I failed. I had put more than 3 years of hard work and dedication in to become an honor grad, and I basically flushed it all down the drain during my senior year. I had let myself down, along with